Although the Elf held a high position, they couldn't recklessly attack their subordinates just to kill the target, so they didn't dare to unleash full firepower.
Though Ian looked somewhat disheveled, covered in dust and even slightly scorched from electrical strikes, he hadn't been seriously hit a single time.
Even when the attacks landed, those Dragon Worship Cult elites found something strange in the feeling—too hard, completely unlike Ian's classic frail Alchemist appearance.
Was he wearing inner armor? Or could it be that beneath the slender frame of this young Lord, his body was actually packed with muscles?
But none of it mattered—they were still gaining the upper hand!
"Let's see where you can run now!"
