Scold!

Like a sharp blade unsheathed, Englis slammed the broken staff into the brick wall, looking completely duty-bound. The staff was so baddened that it could no longer withstand the impact of this magnitude, and finally broke from it.

As a result, Englis's body lost his balance, and his right hand slammed into the stone wall, but it did not form any support. He didn't seem to be able to muster any strength at all, so his arms, shoulders, and most of his body hit the stone wall. The flesh rubbed against the rough wall, making a tooth-aching sound, leaving a hideous bloodstain.

The staff shattered, and the magic stone on top of it also fell, hitting the dark cyan slate, accompanied by a few crisp sounds, the deep light swayed for a moment, exhausted all energy, and was completely extinguished.

Burst!

The old magician's body was finally fully sturdy and slammed, like a rag bag crumpled together, and it was time to run out of oil.

At this moment, a circle of light spreads rapidly, and the picture seems to fall into a standstill. Not far away, the rift in space that was on the verge of wreaking havoc, Engelis, who was like mud hitting a stone wall after his death, and Salen, who was a little far away from them with a frightened look on his face, all appeared in the picture.

Suddenly, a silver point of light appeared on the wall where Engelis was. This is the change he has done with all his might since he escaped. The points of light quickly spread out, densely packed, from top to bottom to the leaping Salen. Then, countless points of light began to fill the route, as if it were a meandering river, with Englis on one end and Lensar on the other. The silver light flickered, and after it was extremely bright, it instantly lost most of its color and turned into a piece of grit that emitted a soft light, and it was at this moment that the picture came back to life.

Lensa's eyes were torn apart, his consciousness still in the blur of Englas's flesh and blood, but now there was a galaxy between him and Englas. It was as if someone had stolen his time, and this inexplicable sense of disharmony made him feel creepy in his heart, which was the awe of the strong for high-level existence. He suddenly exerted force under his feet, no matter what he encountered, leaving the battlefield was his first choice at this time. At the same time, his consciousness stretched out a tentacle, and he also took this risk when the spatial rift was nearby, which showed that the silver river had put a lot of pressure on his mind.

The next moment, his face was terrified, because after exerting his strength, he did not have any displacement, and remained in mid-air. It just so happened that his consciousness touched the outer reaches of the galaxy, where there was a free piece of gravel. Then a sense of calm came back from the tentacles, and the panic and incomprehension in his mind were instantly calmed down, and the whole person seemed to have entered a peaceful state of mind.

Lensa was a spirit, and then great fear filled his heart, directly cutting off that tentacle of consciousness.

"Time Grit!"

Lunsar suddenly felt that his throat was extremely dry, and it was extremely difficult to spit out these words. Time was a unique thing in his time, and he had only seen a little obscure introduction in a certain album, but the impression left on him was terrible enough. To make matters worse, he found that he simply couldn't move a single inch.

On the other side of the galaxy, Englas, who was still glued to the wall, moved. And in the next ten seconds, under the gaze of Lensa, he slowly "squeezed" himself out of the wall. The whole person looked a blur of flesh and blood, but he still raised his head with difficulty and looked at Lenza who was high above.

Lenza saw his opponent as far as he could see, and saw a mockery in his blood-covered countenance, a mockery of him. The volcano in his heart erupted instantly, of course he still had hole cards, as long as he wanted, and it was in his nest that had been sleeping for many years, and the smile of his opponent helped him make up his mind, regardless of the cost, he wanted to take down Englas, and this time grit alone was enough for him to take a risk. But as far as he could see, just as he was about to make a move, he saw Englas's only intact right hand loosen and drop a small brooch. The brooch looks ordinary, with a strong tree carved into the silver material.

The next moment, Englas fell from a great height. Facing up on his back, he saw the night sky, and he smiled even more. There was no starry sky, just a huge dark cloud, which filled his vision. He wanted to reach out and rub his blood-blurred vision, or dispel the dark cloud. It's just that his body is empty, not even a trace of magic power exists, and his physical strength is even more consumed to the limit. His eyelids began to weigh brightly, and even the rapid descent of the wind hunt could not stop the tiredness that came from the deepest part of his body.

"Sleep......" he told himself.

"Sleep......"

The wind suddenly decreased, as if lying on cotton. He remembered the countless nights when he was young, and whenever he was tired from cultivating, he would go to the mountain col not far from his home, where there was a natural wild pond that was steaming all year round. Just soak for five minutes to relieve all fatigue. I don't know what happened to the cottage in my hometown, whether the old man who was dismissed back then had left peacefully, I don't know if the little hot spring was still there, and whether there was an equally lucky teenager who found that place. He knew that there was a pair of gentle palms supporting his broken body, and the sound of "go to sleep" was full of plain love, but when he woke up, he was afraid that he would have to scold. But that's after waking up.

"Whatever......

He said in his heart. With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he gradually fell into the depths of consciousness.

The woman with a veil on her face, a long robe, holding her lover, her brow furrowed tightly, but she only maintained this posture, like a silk handkerchief fluttering in the wind.

A hundred meters away, a light suddenly erupted, and a huge ball of light flashed, which was where the Shadow Guard dungeon was. The scene was completely distorted, and the entire building seemed to be suddenly clenched by an invisible giant hand, and then quickly rebounded, and the wind followed, sweeping away countless bricks and trees in the middle of the table.

A red umbrella appeared in front of the woman out of thin air, covering Englas's body, as if fearing that the dazzling light and wind would wake up the sleeping man in his arms. The sand swept past and engulfed them, and a faint red flutter could be seen in them, slowly falling. And Englas had fallen asleep a moment before the dazzling light appeared. It's like the hot spring in your hometown, it's reassuring and sweet.