Peng Ziyi felt that the blood was pouring into his head, it was indeed a despicable trap, and it was a simple and direct assassination, but sadly, although they were vigilant, they were not able to stop it.

The core of the traversers, the Governing Council, was raided under the watchful eye of him, the Minister of Intelligence. He even watched every step of the other person, it's like there's an enemy killing your family in front of you, you didn't do anything when he drew his sword, you didn't do anything when he stabbed, and when your family fell down clutching their chests, you just realized what was happening, and you still didn't do anything!

Shame, guilt, sadness, all kinds of emotions engulfed Peng Ziyi in an instant, when he was drenched in the blood of his companions, he didn't have time to analyze anything in his mind, and even the counterattack he made at this time was only because of instinct, not reason.

Wrapped in pure white light, Peng Ziyi hoped that everything would be covered and engulfed by that white, and finally all would return to nothingness and become a nightmare that could be forgotten.

However, the screams of his companions pulled him back from his daze, and he found himself already contriving a counterattack spell.

The moment Peng Ziyi raised his hand to cast the spell, a flash of thought flashed in his mind:

If I had to do it again, would I be able to change the outcome?

He vaguely felt that the answer should be no. When these Imperial masters came so close to them with such weapons, the outbreak of this battle was inevitable. There was no way he could stop a few high-level warriors and mages from causing damage in such a space.

In other words, the initiator of this incident is the key to all problems!

Chang Lin!

I'm going to kill him!

These flashing thoughts did not affect the process of Peng Ziyi's spellcasting, when he made up his mind, a spiritual blast in his hand had been released, releasing this magic, he raised his spiritual power output to the extreme, and poured all the negative emotions that wanted to drive him crazy into it, he was like a bull who wanted to die with the matador, and integrated all his strength into this attack.

How powerful would a magician's magic be if he used the most precious of energies, life force, to force his limits?

But at this moment, Peng Ziyi felt that his strength was constantly climbing, reaching a realm that he could not imagine. Eventually, the spell erupted, and wisps of blood flowed down his nose, eyes, and mouth.

This life-consuming spiritual blast was more powerful than any other time he had ever cast this magic before. At this moment, the realm of magicians can no longer explain the problem, but I am afraid that this magic released by any great magician will not have such an effect.

At the center of his spell were the Imperial people who were on a killing spree. Spiritual shock erupted with Favio as the center. Favio, who was swinging his sword at Bai Yicheng, felt a sharp pain in his head, and knelt on the ground under his legs, and the sword that was originally slashing at Bai Yicheng's neck slashed at his side, cutting off his left arm, and then cutting into his body. And Bai Yicheng, who was also affected by the mental explosion, had lost consciousness, and he didn't even know that his arm was cut off and a sword was inserted into his body.

Favio struggled to stand up, but felt his mind give him a chaotic command to his body, and he couldn't even control one of his fingers.

The ripples of the spiritual explosion spread, and the spiritual magic power rushed into everyone's body like a pack of crazy wolves, tearing the connection between their consciousness and body, and everyone who was swept away, no matter what they were doing, lost control of their body and fell to the ground.

Only the female mage named Oni, far from the center of the magic explosion and with a shield on her body, survived the magic. But obviously, she was frightened by Peng Ziyi's outburst, she could feel the violent aura contained in the opponent's magic through the shield, and she held the staff in her hand and waved it repeatedly, desperately trying to protect herself.

In the entire conference room, except for her and Peng Ziyi, there was no one standing.

Peng Ziyi plunged an ice spear into Favia's head, killing the leader of the Imperalds, and then killing two other Imperium soldiers who had passed out, and he must take advantage of their lack of recovery to deal with their threat once and for all.

Before he could get his hand, two fireballs hit his back in quick succession, and one of the spars on the talisman ring on his finger was shattered by the explosion of the fireballs, and he turned his head to look at Oni, the female mage was preparing the third fireball.

"Now it's your turn!" Peng Ziyi raised his hand and hit a spiritual arrow on Oni's shield, and the female mage saw the blood-covered man looking at her viciously, and involuntarily took a step back.

However, after all, she was the elite selected from the Imperial Black Guard, and she quickly remembered what her mission was. She swung her staff sharply, and a series of small fireballs were launched, these fireballs not only attacked Peng Ziyi, but also some of the committee members who shot to the ground, and Mo Lanxin, who fell to the ground, was hit by the fireballs and began to burn, she was originally unconscious due to the collateral damage of the mental detonation, and was awakened by the burning pain, and let out a terrible scream.

Peng Ziyi saw that Oni didn't stop, and wanted to continue to burn the other committee members, roared angrily, and rushed towards her, Oni hit him head-on with several fireballs in succession, after Peng Ziyi's shield was scattered, he used his arm to protect his head and face, and then used his mental power to forcibly resist the fireball, he rushed to Oni quickly, hit her body fiercely, shouldered her abdomen, and blocked her waist through the shield, and rushed to the window and beat her out directly.

Oni smashed the wooden window frame, the glass on the window was scattered and shattered, she was blinded by Peng Ziyi's crazy blow, she didn't have time to cast any flying and levitation spells, and fell straight down, first hitting the fence, and then falling to the ground. Before she could get up, Peng Ziyi had already fallen from the window and stepped directly on her stomach.

He pressed his hand to her face, and the snow and ice pooled from his palm, and the cold broke through Oni's shield, freezing her head into a ball of ice. Peng Ziyi shook his palm, and the magic energy burst out from the inside of the ice ball, blowing the ball to pieces, and in the end, only a headless corpse remained.

Peng Ziyi slowly stood up, almost unsteady on his feet, he stumbled two steps to the side, and propped his hands on the wall. He felt a pain in his throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, staining a red mark on the wall.