After Rei walked away, Julius could finally focus on how to deal with the two black-robed mages. Although now he has the advantage of the situation - the young black robe has once again paid a terrible price for his carelessness, and it has also given Julius and Lei a chance to live.

"Are you going to drag it like this?" said the elder to Julius, his hand still on the spellbook, staring at Julius warily. He hadn't used spells to stalk Lei, and the current situation didn't allow him to do so - not to mention if Julius would actually kill his companions, his magic was running out and he could only use one or two offensive spells at most. This made him more cautious, relying on the remaining magic alone, he also needed to use precious magic items and scrolls to deal with Julius, and he had to spend a lot of magic to chase a little girl, he really didn't have the energy to spare. "If you drag on like this, the others will always come back, and you won't be able to run away then. ”

"I'll be out until then, so I don't need your attention. Julius replied, grasping the hilt of his sword, grabbing the young black-robed shoulder, and stepping back. The direction he retreated was the exit of the hall, and he didn't know where the road behind him would lead, but it was better than standing still. "I'm looking at you, don't you want to do anything. ”

"Do you think you can escape?" the young black-robed also spoke, his voice was very weak, and the light shone on him, so that the old black-robed could not bear to look at him - half of his body was stained red with blood, and Julius had no intention of showing mercy to his subordinates, as long as he barely lived, then Julius didn't care what state he was in now. As long as he was alive for a short time, it was enough for Julius.

"Save your strength, for if you die of bleeding, I'll have to face the wrath of your companions. Julius's tone was sarcastic, "I suppose your companions will be angry with your death, right?"

"You care a lot about those of us who want to take your lives...... the young black robe sneered a few times, his voice sounding very high-pitched, not at all like what he should be saying. Julius, who heard this, felt goosebumps rise up in his own air, is this guy's voice so strange?

Julius sensed that something was wrong, it wasn't like the mage's voice he was using as a shield, even if it was only the first time he had met this stranger, but he already knew what his voice was like.

"Do you think you have enough money to joke with us now? Don't you want to torture me like that...... I won't let a lowly guy like you humiliate ......" The young black-robed voice became more and more strange, from the beginning of the sharp suddenly became rough, this sudden change made Julius feel startled, "Don't mess around, or I'll cut off your arm!" Julius did as he said, he really clenched the hilt of his sword and continued to pull down.

Julius wasn't naïve enough to make this guy obedient just by threatening him with words, he was really going to cut off his arm, even if he would bleed to death. He didn't want to take any chances, especially when the arrogant-looking guy's body started to get unusually hot.

"I'll show you the gap between you and me, ...... stinky mouse," were the last words of the young black robe, after which he stopped talking—for he no longer had vocal cords that could make sounds, not even his throat.

His whole body was enveloped in flames. Flames came out of his skin, eyes, and mouth. Flames wafted out and flowed out of all the holes in his body like breath and liquid, oozing from his skin. If Julius was burned by flames from outside his body, then the young black robe was burned by flames from within. If this is self-immolation, then this is the weirdest self-immolation Julius has ever seen.

Now was not the time to make Julius wonder, and instead of thinking about what was going on, he was facing a crisis again. The broken sword in his hand began to glow red and hot, and the hilt was so hot that he almost let go of his hand. When the skin in his palm was about to be unbearable, he vigorously cut off the arm of the young black robe. The broken sword was pulled from his body, and Julius raised his sword and stepped back, to continue to restrain the strange fellow, which he didn't think was a reasonable choice.

In the stunned eyes of Julius and the old black-robed man—even the younger black-robed companions—the young black-robed became an anomalous being. The black robe on his body was burned to the ground, his skin turned the color of lava, his eyes were as dazzling as two small suns, and the hall was flooded by the heat, which reminded Julius of the pain when he was burned by the flames just now, but the object of the burning changed from him to someone else, but the person who ignited it did not change, it was still the young and strange black robe.

"I'm going to burn you little mouse to ashes!" The young black robe, who had completely lost his former appearance, turned into a flame humanoid. Enveloped in flames, he breathed with sparks, and he looked back at Julius with two burning eyes, full of anger and hatred.

Julius could feel the presence in front of him filled with strange magic, which was completely different from the feeling he had just given him, and the feeling of this magic was even more strange and ominous. He'd felt something similar somewhere, a much bigger being, so big that one wondered if it was a dream—and now he wondered if it was a dream, or if it was real. But no matter what, the events of that time left an indelible impact on him and the people around him.

The flames on the young black robe's body were very unstable, and in this space where there was no wind, the flames on his body swayed and drifted outward, and then more flames continued to light up on his body. I don't know if it's Julius's delusion, but he feels that the flame humanoid in front of him is losing the appearance of a human being, and its limbs and body are being elongated, which is not at all like what a normal human should be. But whether a mage is a normal person or not is probably something worth thinking about. But there was no time for Julius to think, and he had to think about how he had escaped from such a demonic thing.