Miller took his body to the extreme, and his body turned into an afterimage. His pace is extremely fast, and every step is full of power, which is extremely rare. As a top-notch assassin, his speed was even greater than the assassination itself. He had already bitten the second pill in his mouth, his face was strangely flushed, and the spiritual power in his body skyrocketed again.

Tim's heart was cold, he could sense Miller getting farther and farther away from him, and he was now in a dilemma. If he continues to urge the formation, his speed will inevitably be insufficient, if he can't close the library door, then the other party will definitely disappear, but if he doesn't urge the formation to run with all his might, he will have to risk that the other party still has someone to answer. The passage was long, and they had just walked for a long time, but it was on foot, and the speed of the two of them was not the same at this time, and there was not much time left for him to hesitate.

Suddenly, he stood still and pulled out the token again. Before, he mobilized the entire formation for his use, which was active control, and when he found that he couldn't change the ending, he gave up the right to active control, and let those terrifying magic arrays return to the middle of their own operation.

Then, he paused, breathing slowly.

After one breath, two breaths, three breaths, the dim treasury suddenly became much brighter, dispelling a lot of gloom.

Miller, who was running frantically, immediately felt this change, but his speed was too fast to stop, so he ran into an invisible barrier, and the will of the entire large array fell on him, and he was like a marionette, being pulled back by force.

Burst!

A mouthful of blood shot out of his chest, and it wasn't over yet, he vomited a lot of blood in a row, as if he wanted to vomit all the blood in his body. Most of the blood fell on the hem of his shirt, but he didn't care about it. Kumen, who could have been reached within a hundred breaths, began to become out of reach, but he still stood up, no longer using any magic power, and walked firmly in that direction just by relying on this stump.

Tim relinquished control of the formation, and without the ability to dominate, he could still perceive it, which was his prerogative as the main formation. When he sensed Miller's speed stop, and then become extremely slow, he walked quickly. Formations can be extremely restrictive on anyone who can use magic, and at the same time, there will be a limit to how fast they can be. So he is purely advancing with the power of **, but he knows where the bottom line of the formation judgment is, so in fact, his speed is very fast, much faster than Miller in front, and he sees hope again.

One was seriously injured and walked very slowly, and the other was walking very fast, and as for which of them could get to the door first, it seemed to become a problem of arithmetic. In fact, this is indeed a problem, and the distance between the two is closing, not as quickly as Miller shook off Tim just now, but it is steadily closing.

Miller hung his arms, faltering, but still determined. Tim began to gather momentum, he was good at numbers, after all, he controlled such a huge amount of materials, and was in charge of such a complex array, so he was already very good at calculations. He knew that he could catch up before Miller left, so he walked calmly, but began to gather strength, without using any magic power, but the first blow after that would be a shock.

Both were in a race against time, and finally, Miller saw the door from afar, but Tim saw him too. At Miller's current speed, it still takes a hundred breaths of time, so what does it make if it lasts, that glimmer of light is no longer hope, but has become the most cruel existence. But he didn't turn his back to meet the enemy, he was still walking.

Sixty breaths, two hundred meters, he was about to enter the range of Tim's attack.

Suddenly a little light flickered, and Miller saw it, and so did Tim behind him. Then, Miller caught the light. The cold mang was so fast that Miller grabbed it, but it flew to the rear and did not stop until twenty or thirty meters. It was an arrow, a long arrow much larger than an ordinary one, with a hemp rope tied to it, ordinary to the extreme. Miller fell to the ground, his internal organs rolled again, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, and he struggled to raise his head, and his face that had been stained red with blood laughed, a little hideous, a little cute.

"Impossible!" Tim exclaimed, the arrow was too fast to cross the line, but it didn't hurt in any way, and he watched as Miller grabbed the rope, wrapped it around his arm, and then began to move forward at a rapid pace.

Just two breaths later, the situation in the warehouse changed again. With the rope on his toll, Miller was hurrying close to the gate. How could Tim watch the enemy leave like this, he once again drove the magic array, took control of the behemoth, burst magic spewed into his body, and then, angrily struck!

Lightning Chain! Tim chose the fastest magic, but it was only low-level magic. But what kind of scene was that, a lightning chain blessed by the entire array, a lightning chain as thick as a python! In the blink of an eye, he was behind Miller.

Rumble!

The lightning chain slammed into Miller's back without incident, and then the huge lightning scattered in all directions, shining to the extreme. At the same time, Tim drives the magic again, and his speed increases dramatically. But when the lightning dissipated, he saw that Miller was infinitely close to the door. His back was a little blurry of flesh and blood, and his body was visibly distorted, but he didn't lose his athleticism. Then he saw a puddle of water on the ground, and his face was terribly gloomy.

Because Miller was preparing from the start, Tim was preparing for the blow, and Miller was preparing for the defense. Like everything I did before, just defensive. From the moment he grabbed the arrow, he began to prepare, and the moment Tim regained control of the magic array and caused the lights of the warehouse to change, he began to condense magic shields on his back. Although the lightning chain was extremely fast, by the time the attack arrived, he had already condensed five magic shields in a row, but this could not block the blow. As the lightning chain approached, he finally used his hole cards.

Heavy water! An extreme alchemical product, the result of compressing water to the extreme. The moment the lightning chain struck the heavy water, it turned into countless water elements, directing the lightning in all directions, and there was no one in ten that directly acted on Miller. Miller even took advantage of this thrust and flew up. He gambled that he would be seriously injured but would not lose consciousness, and he won the bet, and once again exchanged the serious injury for a glimmer of life. Finally, the light is in sight.

"What are you doing?"

Just as Miller was about to escape, a voice came from behind the man at the door of the warehouse. The voice was cold, as if it was colder than the wind and snow in the sky, and it was freezing to the heart.

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