"Then you have to be careful not to die, or nothing will be achieved. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info" Chebman grimaced, and Fitney and Elliott suddenly felt a wave of heat coming at them - behind them, flame-forming "ghosts" rushed towards them from a distance!

"Run. Fitney frowned and made a quick decision.

Her reaction surprised even Chebman - she ran faster than Chebman who had spotted it first.

"What is this?!" The three men who were running would not be overtaken by the flame ghosts, and Elliot even turned his head to look at the chaser with a hideous face.

"Something that protects this place. Chebman said.

"Graveyard Guardian?!"

"Not really. ”

Elliott was stunned, he was still amazed that Fitney, who didn't seem to have much physical strength, seemed to be running faster and faster, and what was even more surprising was that her figure suddenly disappeared - fell!

"Be careful!" said Chebman.

"Damn!" Elliot realized that the path of the black hole had come to an end, and he didn't have time to react and fell down with it—from where the environment had changed into a cavern, sharp rocks had cut through his skin, blood and pain gushing out of the wound, and he had even rolled around the ground a few times before stopping.

Elio let out a groan and struggled to raise his head, first looking behind him—the flame ghost was gone, only a hole open in the wall that could barely be seen.

He turned his head again, looked ahead, and suddenly stiffened.

In the center stood a black stone platform, on which there was a faint blue light, and if you looked closely, you would see that this light emanated from a ring, flickering and dimming.

Is this Grade's ring?Elliott recalls the conversation between Fitney and Chebman.

Then he saw a figure approaching the light, Fitney, who seemed to sprain her foot and limped a little funny, but the persistence in her eyes made it impossible to laugh.

Listening to their conversation, what connection does Fitney seem to have with Grade?

Elliott thought about these questions, and his hand slowly moved to his waist and touched the dagger—he wasn't sure what Fettnay would do with him once he got the ring.

He wasn't sure.

However, the expected and the unexpected came to an unexpected time.

"Long time no see, Fitney Wizdem. Sharon didn't know where to appear, she looked at Fitney's gaze, the knife had landed on Fatney's neck.

Fitnair was only one step away from the ring, her head tilted slightly, her eyes glancing back, her blue-purple eyes meeting Sharon's grey eyes.

"I'm not going to let you get away with it—I didn't expect your life to be so hard, two years or three years. Sharon continued to whisper in Fertenay's ear, "But this time I won't let you get in my way anymore. ”

"Sharon, too much desire will only ruin yourself. Fitney said slowly, "It's not a good thing to seek skin with a tiger. ”

"I don't understand what you're saying - die. A fierce wave of hatred suddenly erupted in Sharon's eyes, and her wrists tightened!

Fitney suddenly leaned back, she grabbed one of Sharon's wrists with one hand, and the terrifying force caused the blade to stop at the almost negligible position of Fitney's neck, Sharon frowned, but she couldn't exert any strength.

Fitney took advantage of the situation, grabbed Sharon's wrist, and shook her off - Sharon took a few steps back after being thrown away, she gritted her teeth and stood still, and rushed towards her!

In the face of such Sharon, Fitney didn't move her pace, she only changed her position slightly, and the sword of the king in her hand shook her away again and again - the lines of the sword of the king and the summoning system gave Fitney the power that a warrior should have, and Sharon obviously couldn't pose a threat to her.

Attack after attack was futile, but Fitney's position did not change in the slightest - so frustrating.

Sharon didn't seem to have any strength anymore - she was not far from Fitney, her head bowed and gasping for air where Fitney had been shaken open again.

"You still have to divide your energy against those restless magic, give up, you can't win me. Fitney said slowly.

Sharon's breathing paused, and then her breathing became much lighter—as if it meant that she was going to give up on fighting with Fertenay.

"Hah—you're exactly like Aldrich. Then Fitney heard Sharon's words, "In this condescending, contemptuous tone—as if all people had to be under your protection to survive, and to deny you was wrong, to be indifferent to the pleas and pain of others, to watch those people die—what did they do wrong? What did the Janelle family do wrong?"

Fitney's face was pale, his expression was indifferent, and he was unmoved.

Fitney doesn't admit this fact – not just because of her character, but because she doesn't think she can represent the Wyzdem family.

She cared about something else—a dark blue flame burned on Sharon's body—and the mana turned golden when it was condensed to a certain level, which was obviously not a sign of over-extraction of mana, at least not in the first place that her body could not support that level of condensed mana.

"Reboer?" Fitnair recognized the source of this power, and her face finally changed, "Are you crazy?!"

Fitney thought that Sharon would never choose to take such a dangerous thing on herself again since what happened three years ago - but Sharon didn't seem to just let Repel be planted again, it was of her own free will - in short, she didn't worry about the pain that would come from it, and even harnessed that power.

The power that Repel brings is directly proportional to the pain - and this is also the way to fully harness this magical environment.

Looking at Sharon's already desperate actions, Fitney felt unreasonable - in the past three years, Sharon has just become less and less self-conscious?

Sand......

But before she could do anything, a beam of light shot out from behind her and landed on Sharon's forehead—causing her movements to pause, her eyes tinged with surprise, and she fell to one side.

"Hmm!" Then another pillar of light landed on Fitney's shoulder, throwing her against the far wall—the uneven stone wall nearly knocked Fitney unconscious, and she could only bite her lip to wake herself up, and stared at Chebman as she walked towards the ring.

Chebman carried a special gun in one hand that the guards would hold, and the other in the pocket of his trousers, and his movements were as leisurely as he almost whistled.

"Looks like I'm the winner. Chebman turned his head and smiled at Fitney, who could barely stand up.

His hand reached for the ring and grabbed it.