Dustin let out a low grunt as his mystical pure energy burst forth, shattering the frost encasing his arm. Using the momentum, he glided forward several yards to create a distance between himself and Lysander. His sword-wielding arm trembled slightly, and his complexion grew even paler.

Lysander's evasion techniques and clone arts were simply too swift and unpredictable. There was no way to guard against them all.

"You've got quick reflexes," Lysander commented with a sneer, toying with the crystalline sword in his hand.

"But how many times can you dodge? As long as the water element is inexhaustible within this immortal palace, my body is indestructible. No matter how sharp your sword is, what can you do to me?"

As if to prove his point, the wounds Dustin had suffered from the water dragon and ice spear began to react. The lingering cold water energy stirred like a living thing, burrowing into his body, trying to freeze his vital energy and corrode his circulatory pathways.

Dus