Miller's hand reached into the Assassin's face, and suddenly, his face changed dramatically and he jerked to the side. A black light appeared behind him, brilliant in the snow, a flash of light from the bottom to the top, and then quickly faded away, as if it were just an illusion.

A line of blood gushed out, and a huge amount of blood spurted out in an instant. Miller was covered in a fine layer of sweat, he was scared and hurt. He quickly curled his fingers and laid down his magic shield, then turned around with difficulty. At this time, his face was pale, his legs were bent, and his back showed a terrible wound. The wound ran through almost the entire spine from the bottom up. If it weren't for his extreme sideways dodge at a critical moment, this knife would even cut his head directly. Even so, at this time, the muscles on both sides of his spine were completely sliced open, revealing bones, and they kept oozing blood, which looked extremely terrifying.

Miller moved his body in a small area, and cold sweat fell like rain in an instant. He was sure that he had already injured his spine, and what was worse was that it destroyed his mobility, he couldn't even make any big moves, and he might break his spine if he was not careful, and then he would lose all his mobility. So the usually extremely simple action of raising your head seems to be extremely difficult at the moment. But he still raised his head slowly but surely, and looked at the figure not far away.

At some point, the Assassin appeared on the opposite side of him, but he was not hurt at all, and the people in the Water Prison were still there. The assassin was eerily hanging his hands at this moment, his long knife touching the ground, and his face was completely opposite to his, red as blood. His eyes were fixed on the old man, motionless, and a cold aura locked firmly on him, as if he would burst with a blow at the slightest movement.

The old man's face was pale and motionless, but his mind was racing fast. He was already seriously injured at this time, and the dragon in his spine was injured, and his movement would be greatly restricted, and even the magic would not work smoothly. He could feel the magic shield from time to time, but it had taken a lot of his energy to maintain such a state.

The only thing Miller wasn't affected by was his perception. The explosion of the twin thorns caused a violent turbulence of mana, and his perception within five meters was greatly disturbed for a short time. Despite this, he could still vaguely locate the Assassin's soul imprint, how could the Assassin possibly take this step and completely avoid his perception appearing behind him?

He could be sure that the Assassins had been trapped in his Water Prison, and that the people inside were still there. And within this imprisoning magic, the soul imprint is very clear, this is not an illusion can be explained, and he does not believe that he is in an illusion.

Suddenly, he had some realization. Doppelganger, clone again! At this time, the sharp pain stimulated him, and his brain was clearer than ever. A fragment from a book in the family collection jumped into his mind.

Blood clones! A forbidden technique, a powerful doppelganger technique formed by separating half of the body's blood and qi magic. The doppelganger has almost the same ability as the main body, which lasts longer and is more realistic, instantly forming a strong situation of two against one. But the reason this magic is almost lost is that behind this powerful effect is an almost harsh side effect. As long as the blood and magic are not consumed, then the blood clone will not disappear, but once it disappears, it means that the master has lost half of his flesh and blood in an instant, which is a near-devastating blow, even a person with an extremely strong body will be seriously ill a few times, if it is a magician whose body is already weak, he may take his life in an instant.

Miller was almost certain that the assassin had used this secret method, but he had split two clones, and he had done so at the very beginning, taking advantage of the fog, otherwise there would have been no chance of clones in his sight. But this is almost pushing himself to a dead end, two blood clones, representing more than half of the blood qi, which is more ferocious and reckless than the vitality magic he was about to release just now.

The Assassins have a wide variety of methods, but most of them possess a powerful skill, Backstabbing! Deliver a fatal blow from behind without the alertness of the enemy. Miller was not a sorcerer behind closed doors, he had fought countless battles in his life, and he knew the power of the Assassin's attack, so even in the face of opponents who were much inferior to him, he never let his guard down behind him. His gaze gradually shifted, and finally landed on the long, black knife. Suddenly, he was in a trance, and quickly bit the tip of his tongue before leaving, and he was even more cold sweat for a while. The strange feeling made his heart flutter. Hallows! The old man's heart was shocked, a glance could have such an impact on a powerhouse like him who was close to the legendary level, at least it was a weapon of the quasi-saint rank.

But how could there be so many holy weapons in the world, and even his status in the clan did not have a quasi-legendary-level weapon. How could an unknown Assassin possess such a weapon! In an instant, he was burned inside, and angry emotions filled his chest, like a fire about to erupt. I don't know if it was the magic disorder that affected the injury on his back, his body trembled slightly, and the sharp pain hit his heart, allowing him to get out of that angry state and return to the reality in front of him. Then he was frightened again, he was an extremely rational person, and it was not the first time that he had struggled to fight to the death, and it was impossible to see a weapon so out of shape, so ...... It's still the influence of that long knife! This time, he was really a little afraid, this knife was too evil, and he lost the mood to resist under the serious injury, and for a while, he suddenly retreated. Forbidden magic plus quasi-holy weapons, the background of this assassin is definitely not simple, it is impossible for a big force to have such a background, does anyone want to do something to the family? He quickly linked the action to the big things in the family, and if so, what did that mean? Get you back? Warn? Or war! If this is not the case, why can this person do this, you must know that it is more than half of the essence blood, and the time given to him to hesitate is only a few seconds. The fact that an assassin could be so desperate meant that the forces behind him had different intentions, making him think that it was worth paying such a price.

His heart sank, the soul mark he planted was still there, and with the comparison of their strength, this mark would exist for a while, although the assassin's methods were strange, but the difference in realm could not be made up, unless a quasi-legendary-level powerhouse helped him remove it. So as long as he can pass on the news back to the family, he can't be considered guilty, and he may even have merit. One of the Assassin's clones is still alive, but he is also badly injured, and it won't be long before he dies when he is at his weakest. But Miller didn't want to risk his life again, as long as he retreated into the yellow light of the warehouse, he would be invincible, and with Tim's ability, he could urge the magic array, enough to protect himself. Once the intention of retreat is born, it becomes more and more intense.