Chapter 62: Remnant of the Arcana Race (2) (Part 8)

He was already old, and the Arcana Race did not cultivate their physique, so after all this time he didn’t have many teeth left in the first place.

After this punch, he basically had no teeth remaining.

He stared at Iron Cliff with anger, and the old man’s entire body began to emit a shocking killing intent. “Damned Cliff Race, you actually dared to harm I, the great Ulrich! You must die!”

He pointed the magic staff in his hand toward Iron Cliff. Iron Cliff’s body was instantly engulfed in flames.

“AWOO!” Iron Cliff let out a pained howl.

But Iron Cliff did not retreat. He instead hugged his head and rushed forwards. He grabbed the old man, causing the flames to engulf both him and the old man.

“Flames, retreat!” Ulrich yelled loudly. He had no choice but to disperse the Origin Energy flames on Iron Cliff’s body.

Iron Cliff was still holding him tightly,...