The Ice Prism shattered instantly under the explosion of the fireballs, and a ring of flame spread outward in all directions. Each fireball was equal to the power of a third-level spell. With all three exploding together, even Lang Ning, who was already standing far away, was caught in the blast. An Xia remained rooted to the spot, not taking even a single step back from the impact. Lang Ning, on the other hand, ended up covered in dust and looking thoroughly bedraggled. “So this is the trump card you prepared for me?” Lang Ning spat a few grains of sand from his mouth and stared at An Xia with a grave expression. “A trump card?” An Xia was baffled.…