Adrian didn’t know Ciaran’s exact plan for the Snake Vine staff, but he wasn’t about to let him execute it. Without hesitation, Adrian flicked his fingers, sending three streaks of ice sword rays shooting straight at Ciaran.

Ciaran, unfazed, didn’t even look at Adrian. He swung the staff, creating afterimages, then waved it erratically in the air while chanting incantations. He pointed skyward, and the staff ceased spinning.

The staff then flew toward Adrian at high speed, but the three ice sword rays shattered it instantly. The cold air from the destruction made the surrounding atmosphere turn misty, and Adrian stepped back just as the staff struck the spot where he had been standing.

Adrian inhaled sharply, leaping into the air and releasing another three streaks of sword rays. Ciaran mockingly shook his head, clearly disappointed by what he perceived as Adrian’s ineffective attack.

As Ciaran prepared to use his staff again to scatter Adrian’s ice sword essence, he suddenly felt