Just as Frank expected, the lightning bolt only crackled around him without hurting her!
"My turn!"
The lady had encountered such things before and naturally had her solutions. Recalling her wooden sword, she bit through a nail and inscribed a rune over it before launching it.
However, the black smoke simply consumed it and blew it into pieces the next instant.
The lady could cry right then. "My maple sword! It was blessed too!"
Still, it actually worked, as the snake skin suddenly appeared in myriad colors before blowing up just like the maple sword!
Beside her, Frank nodded in approval. "Not bad—you used the absorbent nature of the snake skin against itself, as it would be overwhelmed by the tremendous energy the maple sword holds."
The lady's eyes lit up. "I'm surprised that you know that much about shamanism despite your unassuming appearance. It definitely goes without saying that with theory comes money, as armchair generals always make big bucks!"
Frank smiled but said nothing—he was no armchair general, but he was not interested in elaborating either.
Chuckling, he then warned her, "But wait, there's more!"
"More?!"
The lady was ready to turn and leave, but she turned back at Frank's words.
She looked around and used a certain ability that observed her surroundings but found nothing.
"Don't make such frivolous jokes." She rolled her eyes but was not actually upset. "The boy who called wolf got eaten."
Frank pointed at the southwestern end, however, saying, "It's coming soon!"
"Soon?"
It was as if an invisible wall had materialized and confined them within!
The lady once again had to change her opinion on Frank—in all likelihood, he must have already sensed the wall and therefore did not bother to run.
But if his senses were that strong, why could she not feel anything that suggested he was strong?
That was so strange!
Her curiosity aside, she stood between Frank and the black-clad man, clearly taking responsibility. "Come at me if you want. This has nothing to do with him!"
Frank glanced at her, approval showing in his eyes.
It was not surprising that those old spiritual folks would give her such gifts—she was not all that strong, but her altruism was unmatched.
On the other hand, the black-clad man was laughing at her words.

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