In the interval between every heartbeat, Teng Yunshen could hear something indescribably light. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Cluster by cluster heartbeat came to an abrupt halt. People keep dying. Teng Yunshen survived the initial explosion, and there were many sorcerers who were just as tenacious as him. However, the explosion is only the beginning of the bloody drama, and the demon spirit is not far behind, breaking into the unprepared campus and launching a brutal slaughter. They kill the wounded wizards like tearing a thread that breaks when it is pulled away, without much effort.

Teng Yun stood up tremblingly.

The regenerated tattoo contains more magic than ever before. However, there was too little time left for him. At this moment, he was only barely out of a situation where he was on the verge of death.

But this level of treatment may be enough for Teng Yunshen.

On the ladder to the unknowable, Teng Yunshen had only stepped the first few steps. However, a visitor from a foreign land has increased his potential, and he has been exposed to a power far beyond what he deserves now.

Teng Yunshen retained some of the obvious wounds. This was both the reason why he had become weak and the means he was prepared to use to resist the enemy.

A demon spirit quickly noticed Teng Yunshen. He abandoned the wizard who was closer to him and staggered towards Teng Yunshen. He looks like something that only appears in a historical documentary, as if it was the craftsmen of ancient times who used their ingenuity to mix the sacred and the primitive, and brought his image into the world. He lay on his stomach like a statue guarding the palace, but he was so vibrant that it made people shudder.

He didn't care about the Black Sword Society's strategic intentions.

Although the main messenger behind the scenes used some kind of technique that Teng Yunshen did not understand to imprison the demon spirits, this did not mean that they could completely control these monsters. Demons are the embodiment of chaos, and their actions have little pattern other than a strong desire to evolve. Once awakened, even their owners had to carefully hide from the pond fish.

Teng Yunshen released his senses. The four senses of sight, hearing, smell, and taste were intertwined into a large web that fell silently on the demon's body.

Click. Click. Click.

The demon looked up at the foggy sky.

In the course of a battle, it is easy to leave an opportunity for the opponent to take advantage of it. It's just that it is only the lowest instinct that drives the demon spirit and not wisdom in the usual sense, and at the same time, Teng Yunshen is not his opponent in the true sense.

The sky fell piece by piece.

Teng Yunshen could see the scratches horizontally and vertically, hear the soft sound, smell the pungent aroma, and taste the bitter taste. Of course, he knew that the demon spirit had been injured. Wizards don't sit still. Unfortunately, the wounds were too shallow for him to cast a curse.

Fragments of the sky struck the demon in the head.

Teng Yunshen imagined a mottled sky as a polished glass window. It fell from a great height, and long before it hit the ground, it was torn apart by years of wind and frost, scattering into a crystal clear rain.

The demon let the sharp raindrops hit him.

If it was a wizard who was still confined by weak flesh and blood, he might have been smashed to the head by this rain, but he wouldn't, in his opinion, this rain only brought a slight coolness. He was able to avoid the rain with ease, and he had been a little sluggish, but he was convinced that his prey was in danger.

He had lived among humans, and he was familiar with glass. He knew that the rain was not dangerous for him. Therefore, he became interested in the intentions behind the enemy's actions.

Teng Yunshen threw a line of gravity and pushed the largest piece of glass away just as it was about to hit the ground.

The demon's patience is running out. But he's only just killed a few wizards, and the resulting rapid evolution has dampened his desire to destroy, and he'll need to adjust a bit. Curiosity prevailed. He resisted the urge to kill the wizard in front of him immediately.

Teng Yunshen's way of dying and struggling is different. The memories of the demon spirits are like a jigsaw puzzle, one in the east and one in the west, lacking coherence and making it difficult to get a glimpse of the whole picture. But he more or less remembered the experience within a few minutes. He knows how ...... people can erupt at the last minute. Magnificent power. However, what Teng Yunshen did seemed to be pure useless.

While!

The last shard of glass still fell to the ground. Teng Yunshen only postponed this incident slightly. And whether the debris falls or not, the result will not change.

Teng Yunshen imagined a sound that illuminated the darkness as it burst out. He reached out and grabbed the bounced shard. Cracks sprouted in his hands, like a spring ready to move.

The demon's eyes widened.

Teng Yunshen gripped the lightning. The belated moment left him with plenty of room to unleash the magic of his true name. He transforms the cracks of bloom into the fury of the sky. Teng Yunshen threw away the lightning, and the dazzling light flew out along the thawing wind and frost, piercing the heart of the demon spirit.

Whether or not the monster gets carried away is taken lightly, the result will not change. It all happened between the rise and fall of the rabbit, he was like a walking corpse, and it was impossible to see through the other party's magic.

Teng Yunshen is indeed different. Unlike wizards who died young, he wasn't just a wizard, he was a killer who knew how to kill powerful enemies.

The Demon Spirit has taken far more damage in the past than a bolt of lightning can do. Teng Yunshen naturally couldn't just kill something that the wizards thought was a monster. However, all he needed was a wound. A wound that really made the demon spirit feel the threat of death was the reserve that Teng Yunshen was able to cast a spell.

He used his own hand, which had also been impaled by lightning, to grip the claws of the demon that he had too late time to withdraw.

Bang!

A quick, a slow, the demon's heartbeat turned into a dissonant murmur after a hasty pause.

Then, Teng Yunshen followed the sound to tear open the wound on the monster's chest that was split by lightning.

"What the hell is going on with this person......" The wizard, who was almost crumpled into a ball of waste paper by the demon spirit, watched in a daze as Teng Yunshen knocked the demon spirit to the ground. Compared with his combat ability, Teng Yunshen's courage surprised him even more. He could have escaped, but he wasn't going to do that. Teng Yunshen's madness infected him.

The demon spirit swung its claws and cut Teng Yun in half.