The same stratagem will hardly work for the same people. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info And for different people, that's still worth a try. Teng Yunshen didn't have a chance to remove the bullet before throwing away the submachine gun, but he locked the safe.

The wizard pulled the trigger, but the bullet lay in the chamber of the gun. Surprised, he pulled the trigger again. Teng Yunshen swung his sword and slashed at the enemy's sword-wielding wrist. He felt like he was swinging a racket and flying an earthquake. The wizard let go of the key. The sword fell to the ground, tearing a shattering crack in the hard marble brick.

Obviously, the key held by the wizard is a monster that is difficult to handle.

Teng Yunshen thought that the wizard would pick up the sword that had been taken off, however, the moment the key was released, the wizard regained his composure. The terrible temperament that had come back to him. The wizard opened the safety of the submachine gun and knocked down Teng Yunshen with a shuttle of bullets.

Young wizards have experienced death. Bullets tossed and turned in his guts, making a big noise...... He unconsciously moved his fingers, as if plucking the invisible strings.

He felt the death. It was not the energy that came from the world of the dead for wizards, and the power of death only appeared at the moment when death actually came. What he felt was no different from what mortals felt when they were on the verge of death.

The world was groggy and revolved around Teng Yunshen's gaze. It was hard for him to imagine that the criss-crossing lines of the pen would spin in such a form, one circle after another, forming a deep circle...... But it danced right above Teng Yunshen's head. Teng Yunshen wasn't sure if that dance had such an obvious connection with "circle". Let the chips fall where they may.

He raised his gloved right hand. The bullet swept over immediately. The bullet failed to penetrate the glove, but the sharp impact still mutilated his palm. Still, he pushed the energy of the vibrations out.

A half-moon-shaped hollow fell from the wizard's abdomen. There was no smoke billowing out, only blue ashes. The wizard stared in amazement at his empty wound.

Teng Yunshen was equally surprised, he had never imagined that he could push his energy that far.

He took the Winter Jug from his pocket and lifted the lid. The Voice of Winter happily breaks into the long-lost freedom. Teng Yunshen tried to control it. The wizard immediately began to fight back, dragging the Winter Pot away from Teng Yunshen's hands. The wizard couldn't just cut off Teng Yunshen's connection with the Mighty of Winter, but he could make the connection between the two lag.

The other pot fell into Teng Yunshen's hand—the one he hid like a hair. He activated it quickly, and the sound of winter whirred.

The wizard ran away. Unlike the frozen wizards, his mana is even stronger, and he can distinguish the shape of the sound of winter. He strengthened his feet and jumped like a flea behind an ice sculpture that held out the cold sounds.

However, the wizard was unable to flee further, and death soon found him. The forces of death chased him recklessly in the narrow aisles, and he had to carefully avoid the ice sculptures. Most of his internal organs were cut off, and the wind pierced through the hole in his abdomen. He lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Teng Yunshen let the air pressure of the cold winter sink down. He heard the sound of shattering freezing, the sound echoing through the air, as if someone had stepped on broken glass.

He was dragged back by the Winter's pot that the wizard had removed, and the two long-spouted pots collided with each other in the palms of his hands, as if they were ready to stretch out their arms and legs and tear each other apart. He hurriedly closed the lid of the pot.

Harnessing the power of winter makes him weak, and he is not afraid that the power of winter will hurt himself as his master, but if they lose control, they will likely hurt those who are on his side.

Teng Yunshen slowly got up.

Wave after wave of dizziness tried to push him back onto the floor. The marble tiles were cold and hard, but Teng Yunshen knew that it must feel good to lie down, and he could sleep comfortably. After rigorous military training, who would find fault with a bed that is too hard? As long as there is a bed...... And the hardships he suffered were so harsh that they didn't even matter if he had a bed or not.

He will sleep until the darkness is dark, and when he wakes up, his palms may be restored. It was not a pleasant feeling to suddenly become disabled, and he imagined the strange shape of bones and flesh under the full glove, and he felt a terrible depression in his heart.

But he can't just lie down, it's a battlefield and people are dying. Now is not the time to fall asleep.

Teng Yunshen stood in place for a while, and the dizziness slowly receded. He took a tentative step, feeling himself stepping on a small whirlpool...... It's not too bad.

He eagerly searched for the necromancer's head. The breath of death was so chaotic that it was as if several inferior radios were playing traditional folk music adapted in a popular style at maximum volume - he couldn't find a necromancer.

Teng Yunshen endured his anxiety and cautiously walked around a group of ice sculptures. They are united, but they still can't escape the majesty of winter. He sighed, but didn't dwell on it, now was not the time to squander his feelings...... He froze in surprise.

It wasn't a wizard who was frozen, it was a monster. He immediately realized that it was a superform recruited by the wizard - the wizard was hiding.

Teng Yunshen stared at the strange shadow under his feet. Terrible ice sculptures cast terrifying shadows. He recalls the fears of his childhood.

The shadows squirmed. The demons are ready to move. Teng Yunshen didn't have any plans for the structure of the demon. He only infused his imagination of fear into his hideous form. Inhuman demons...... They should have sensitive senses, and it's okay if they don't have a bright head, but if they don't have a good nose, how can they catch a child hiding in a closet?

Teng Yunshen slowly retracted the demons. He didn't think they were real creatures, they just looked like that. He gave the demons some habits, but they were only his shadows after all.

The demon has found something, but it's not time to do it yet.

He let them back into the shadows, and walked in the direction of their probes. He listened to the power of death, the call of death. The heart of immortality beats in his chest, and this is his territory.

Teng Yunshen's super senses touched something like sand. It was a curtain, and the sorcerer with his belly gouged out was hiding behind it. The power of death is so special that it can burn you or freeze you, but it is not exactly the same as the energy of ice or fire.

Drawing on the power of death, he nonchalantly approached the wizard's hideout.

The wizard suddenly revealed his own shadow. He sprang out from behind the curtain and slashed Teng Yunshen's head with a palm. His speed was so fast that Teng Yunshen couldn't avoid his fatal blow.