Noticing that his magic was easily unraveled by the other party, the crow was now finally sure that the failure of the curse was not an accident. There is something in this snake-headed man, and even the one itself may have the ability to resist or be immune to magic to a certain extent. This is a common occurrence for races and individuals who have been blessed by high Beings, but it is bad news for Spellcasters.

"Why is it that every time I meet such a troublesome guy? The wizard grumbled, and the dust on the ground condensed a barrier in front of him. Of course, the walls of dust did not provide any protection, but when the smuggler walked through the dust, there was an irrepressible pause, and his normal breathing was hindered, forcing him to stop.

The Raven knew that in order to defeat his opponent in such an unfavorable dark environment, he had to seize everything he could exploit. The Spellcaster jerked behind him, trying to hide behind the prayer table, the metal prayer table would buy him enough time to cast more complex spells. The snake man apparently noticed this, and the monster threw the snake tooth dagger at the back of the cursed crow with smooth movements, forcing him to stop, while his free hand quickly wound the crossbow in his left hand.

Unlike arrows, which are also made of snake teeth, the dagger is silent in flight, and if it weren't for the magic of the robes that protects the crow, the wizard would have crashed into the dagger without knowing it. But Rao's gray robe rolled up the dagger again, but the impact of the weapon still made the sorcerer's footsteps stagger. At the same time, the whistling arrows were less than a step away from the crow's face.

At such a distance, the cursed crow knew that he would never have time to dodge the arrow, and similarly, the magic on the robe was not omnipotent, and he had just received the dagger's attack, and the hem of the robe had not yet recovered to be able to resist the attack again. In desperation, the sorcerer raised his left hand, intending to use one of his ten rings to defend against the attack, only to find that the magical rings were left in the flesh-eating arms along with his clothes. Now there was nothing on his ten fingers.

"Damn!" the wizard yelled, but that didn't change what had happened. The snake tooth arrow eventually stopped at the tip of the raven's nose, and the arrow passed through the wizard's left palm intact. If the Raven were now in a well-lit environment, he would notice that the blood flowing from his palms had taken on an eerie dark purple color. However, the pain in his hand as if he was holding a hot iron ball made the magician know his condition without having to look at the blood, and the pain he felt was far greater than the arrow wound should have done, combined with the still stinging wound in his neck, which undoubtedly had the same kind of toxin on it.

"You're going to pay for it!" roared the wounded wizard, but his voice was hoarse from the effects of the toxin, and he couldn't be feared by his opponents. The man who started it all, the smuggler laughed as he looked at the crow's embarrassed appearance, and he strode towards the sorcerer, and when the two of them were close enough, he would use his deadly fangs to kill his opponent once and for all.

The wizard with the arrow in his palm looked angrily at the approaching snakehead, and the crow could feel the pain from the wound become more intense, and he wanted to scream, but his throat was paralyzed by the venom. But even after falling into such an unfavorable situation, there was still a vicious smile on the corner of the sorcerer's mouth, he hadn't lost yet, as long as he ......

"Sa!" the snake kissed, approaching. Instead of the toxin-confined spellcaster, who was so fragile that he couldn't even make the gesture of directing the spell correctly, the happy and excited glint in the snakehead's eyes proved that the monster was in the most enjoyable part of the killing process, this time, warm blood flowing down his throat and moistening his mouth that had been thirsty for too long.

"Poof!" the sound of a bite through the neck resounded in the empty church, and in this dark world, the sound of a life disappearing was surprisingly loud. The muscles gradually weakened, and the cursed crow could feel his life quickly leaving him along the wound on his neck, but the more moments like this, the clearer he realized that today was not his time to die.

Maybe it was a desperate struggle, and the sorcerer's strength came out of nowhere to push away the snakehead who had bitten him. The monster that was pushed away did not resist, and obediently let the fangs leave the flesh of the wizard, knowing that this self-defeating human would not live long. Poisoned by his teeth, no one survived...... Survived ...... The sudden feeling of dizziness suffocated the snakehead's mind, and he shook his head, trying to drive the sudden dizziness away, but instead even the steps under his feet began to scatter.

"I know that most venomous snakes are immune to their venom. So you should be lucky because you can experience what it's like to be killed by you before you die. The soft voice of the crow rang in the snakehead's ears. The human wizard who was supposed to die in agony was now looking at him with an admiring expression, and the smuggler didn't figure out what was going on until he died, why the wound on the wizard's neck had scabbed.

"Poof!" the thoughtless corpse fell to the metal floor with a heavy thud. The crow looked at the corpse at his feet, and the smile on his face faded. He won, but it wasn't easy. As the wounds on the wizard's body faded, scars began to appear on the sorpent's corpse that were almost identical to those of the crow's wounds, as if the sorcerer had passed on his injuries to his opponents.

And so it is. This kind of spell is one of the means of saving the crow's life, as long as he is not dead, the sorcerer can transfer all of his damage to another creature of his size, and although the smuggler has a snake head, his body is still similar to that of a human. The Immortal Raven took two steps back and touched the prayer table behind him, leaning against the prayer platform and breathing with all his might, the price of the curse was manifesting in him, the screams of the sorpent's soul rattling through the sorcerer's brain.

After a long time, the crow finally drove the angry soul away from his body, and the slightest mistake in this spell would cause the caster's spirit to be torn to pieces by the angry soul of the transferor, and he would become a deranged walking corpse. But this is not the first time that a sorcerer has encountered such a situation, and compared to the first creature to die under his spell, the soul of the smuggler cannot cause more trouble than his fangs.

......Just as the crow thought he was back to normal, a heavy gasp sent him back into fear. The reason is simple, this gasp came from the direction of the idol, and it sounded as if his battle with the smugglers had awakened the terrifying beings sleeping here.