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The air seemed to be a delicate fragile object, torn apart by the strange hands of the invisible giant.

Teng Yun tugged on the drag chain in his pocket. The wizard's uniform fell on his body like tons of phosphor, and he lifted his cloak to block the glass shards that rained down.

Immediately after, Qiao Siming threw him out with just one arm. The soldier has a pampered physique, but his strength is terrifying.

Teng Yunshen narrowed his eyes. He couldn't find the smoke billowing or the flames, but the explosion did happen...... The air was clear in the sound of breaking, and the light was refracted dazzlingly.

He scrambled to his feet, ashamed of his performance. Expectations were high for his talents, however, after only an hour, his body had forgotten the ability to fight.

He lacks exercise. Even after a series of fierce battles in just one day, he was still not a fighter. When vigilance is removed, the art of killing becomes obscure...... Illusion.

You can't defeat your enemies with a flash of inspiration. Inspiration is an essential part of the mystical arts, but it is elusive and it is not advisable to rely solely on it. He needed more experience, and that was the surest thing.

What about the soldiers? He did a good job, and by the time Teng Yunshen found him, he had already drawn his dagger. He showed the quality of a professional, which is exactly what Teng Yunshen does not have.

The young wizard threw a gravity line at the bloody witch. He miscalculated. The witch hid in the blood-colored rain, and he couldn't accurately grasp her weight.

Water has weight, and a bucket full of water, who can say that it is as light as nothing? Water droplets naturally have weight, and large patches of rain are poured on your head, who can say that they are as light as nothing? However, you can lift a bucket of water, but you can't lift the fluttering raindrops.

The Blood Mage left a man behind. The latter pressed towards the witch hunter with great vigour.

Two-on-two, it's terrible.

The blood mage's mana has reached the fourth order, and her accomplices also have the third order level. And what about this side? Qiao Siming is good at surprise control methods, and it is very dangerous for him to engage with extraordinary people in close combat.

Teng Yunshen threw a gravity line at the other wizard, trying to push the other one away...... His eyes widened as he watched as the blue lines fell into the air in knots. The sorcerer deceived him.

Qiao Siming quickly stepped back. He wields a dagger, which makes wizards fearful, but he can't stand it out for long. He couldn't even find the right place for the wizard.

Teng Yunshen stared down at his shadow. The light of the camping lamp is strong, but it also makes the edges of the shadow more visible. He dived into the world of shadows.

The dark hours pushed him.

The Blood Mage turned his head quickly. Teng Yun rushed towards Qiao Siming. She followed him closely, one in the shadows and one outside the shadows. She was faster than him. She flapped her blood-colored wings like a mutant butterfly.

Teng Yunshen tugged at another shadow. It was projected out of the window from the tall buildings, like ...... Mountains.

Once, his enemies used this magic. The wizards of the Black Sword Society combined the weight of the shadow with the weight of the mountain. That's a very ingenious technique, "standing like mountains", not "like mountains". The enemy did not transform the shadows into mountains, but hid the weight of the mountains in the shadows. The shadows of the mountains are heavy.

In a sense, wizards are one. The wizards bound the real name and brought it out of nowhere, receiving a one-time sublimation effect in the process. Therefore, the real name obtained from others has very little effect on enhancing mana—however, the value of the real name lies in its kaleidoscopic variety.

Teng Yunshen imagined the heavy feelings of the travelers at the foot of the mountain...... The Blood Mage struggled. All that was pinning her was a shadow, and for a moment, she couldn't tell where the attack was coming from.

The battlemage threw the gravitational line again, and the blue line once again skimmed the wizard's phantom, submerging into the empty air. He let go of the line in time so as not to pull on something heavier than himself.

Teng Yunshen's veins let out a scream.

The magic of the blood mage enclosed him. Even the inhabitants of the Shadow Realm have blood flowing from their bodies. The battle mage's blood gurgled like boiling elixir.

Teng Yun took a deep breath, and the breath of steel spread through his chest. He threw aside the shadows and pounced on the enemy. Under the weight of the mountain, the witch took on a relatively solidified shape. Teng Yunshen smashed the wet blood shadow with a punch.

Qiao Siming is being cornered.

Teng Yun looked at the wizard's phantom, he was so realistic, but it wasn't real after all. Qiao Siming's attacks cut through him again and again, but he didn't hesitate for a moment.

"Damn!" the soldier shouted, "Illumination!"

Teng Yunshen slammed a flash palm, and the wizard's phantom split into two halves, ethereal. They still couldn't find the wizard, but at least two directions were ruled out.

Qiao Siming slashed between the two phantoms. He forwent a lateral swing with a wide range of attacks in favor of a straight stab, exposing himself to danger...... However, the wizard hesitated.

Teng Yunshen caught the location of the wizard, he didn't have time to judge whether it was left or right, but he just grasped the fleeting intuition in his heart.

He raised his hand, ready to grab the wizard who had disappeared without a trace. Bang! The Blood Mage slapped his palm on the back of the heart.

Teng Yunshen couldn't help but wail. The witch cut open every vein of him, flattened them one by one, and laid them out in the square under the scorching sun......

The battlemage fell to the ground. He stared at the shadow that was close at hand. Flee into the shadows? No, he has more important things to do. He looked up and glared at the wizard's shadow.

Teng Yunshen pulled the mirror mage out of the air. Qiao Siming slashed the latter in the neck.

The Blood Mage let go of the Battle Mage. The sound of the hula and hula wind sounded above Teng Yunshen's head, the wind was fierce, and the rich sweetness spread in the swirling dust. The Blood Mage pounced on his accomplices.

Teng Yunshen pressed her with his shadow again. The butterfly that flies hard can escape people's nets, but it can't escape the shadow, and there must be light and shadow. Teng Yunshen pinned the image of the dangerous peaks in the shadow falling high.

The Mirror Wizard kicked Qiao Simin away.

Blood spreads. Teng Yunshen drove his shadow into the blood mage who was desperately struggling. He poured emotion into the shadow, and the phantom swayed in a strange crystal.

There is no way for the Blood Mage to dodge. Boom! The shadow exploded, diluting the stunned blood......

Teng Yunshen looked at the Blood Mage who straightened up in surprise. He tried to stop her, but found himself unable to move.