It's not a wasted effort. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIf all the killer had to do was separate the brass mage from his mirror, then, as long as the solder mana was withdrawn, the brass mage would naturally break free from the shackles of the mirror. However, that won't inflict heavy damage on the enemy. The brass mage will experience a brief suffocation and squeeze in the mirror, nothing more than that for a wizard.

The Killer dragged the Brass Mage into the physical world along with his mirror.

The mirror image is the space where the entity is in the mirror world, and in contrast, the entity is also the space where the entity is mirrored in the physical world. The difference is that the other side of the mirror is very inclusive, and the mirror side, which is the benchmark, is meticulously rigorous. The world of the entity tears apart the bizarre mirror image.

The crooked mirror image exploded on the brass mage. He knelt down in front of Teng Yunshen. A glowing cloud of gloom enveloped him. The whole world is buzzing.

The killer gasped, his frequent changes in the properties of his mana made him a little tired. However, moderate exertion is beneficial, and it activates the killer's abilities.

Teng Yunshen quickly realized that the slight tiredness was just an illusion. He has grown far beyond his imagination. He is learning how to make better use of the gifts given by the Knight of a foreign land.

Half a day ago, killing a wizard at the fifth order might have exhausted all his means, but now, killing two wizards at the fifth order was just a warm-up exercise.

The killer looked down at the back of the brass mage's neck, just as the executioner looked down at the neck that lay beneath the guillotine.

"No, it's not yet. He thought, he could hear the sound of approaching footsteps. In the face of wave after wave of enemies and his near-isolation, he could not afford to waste resources—especially those as precious as death.

A gift from a knight opens up amazing possibilities for him, but that doesn't mean he can go on a rampage. Heroes who are said to be invincible will also die of outnumbering and intrigue. He must be vigilant at all times.

Teng Yun tugged at the smoke in the mirror.

The enemy is getting closer. The Ears of the Wind gave him hearing comparable to that of a fifth-order wizard. Even if he no longer draws his hearing from the Brass Coin, he can catch their movements.

The first to arrive was the female Transfiguration Mage, and the witch's running posture had an indescribable beauty with brushstrokes, which reminded Teng Yunshen of Su Ruiwen, and also made Teng Yunshen's murderous aura even stronger.

He raised a killing shadow.

Bang. Transfiguration mages are as easy as they are through papier-mâché walls. There was very little emotion in the phantom, and the explosion did not happen. The Phantom made a big hole and slid to the ground following the silhouette of the Transfiguring Mage.

The witch was confused.

Immediately afterward, the killer dragged the mist's massive body out from behind the mirror. He leaned down, smoke billowing over his head like a light curtain. The world screamed. The image of the smoke expanding dramatically engulfed the entity of the smoke with imperative effort. It unleashes terrible sounds, light, and heat, like a hurricane of the end times.

Teng Yunshen stretched out his soldering hand. The light gives shape to the smoke and shadows, both of which are part of the darkness. He grasped their similarities and welded them together.

The concoction of Killing Shadow and smoke engulfed the Transfiguring Mage. One gives toxicity and the other thickness. It crushed the shapeshifter to the ground.

The killer approaches the witch. Scars and rust danced on his soldering body. However, the situation of the witch is even worse, and the Killing Shadow is the shadow of the Other, causing her more serious damage. The Phantom just rusts the killer, but it kills her. The killer bent down and grabbed the witch by the neck.

The strength of the Transfiguration Mage was greater than Teng Yunshen's, but she couldn't breathe, and she couldn't move at all under Teng Yunshen's rusty joints.

The killer creaks and breaks the witch's neck with a slow but determined motion. The deformed mana slowly faded, revealing the soft body of the witch under the arm. The killer clipped her head into a bloody mess of mud.

For wizards, death is a powerful force, for necromancers, and for killing mages.

The magic of killing healed Teng Yunshen, and he removed the magic of the solder, and the rust and scars fell off together, and the shadow and smoke parted with it.

The killer ran to the Wind Mage, who was still spinning in place.

Providence is never hard to ask. Teng Yunshen gave the sky a personality and brought its phantom to the earth, but this did not mean that he knew the secrets of the shadow of Providence. The reason why poets place their unpredictable fate in the unpredictable fog is because it is an unpredictable and mysterious thing.

The Wind Mage tried to shed the Shadow of Providence. However, the Phantom from the sky had done him great damage, and the magic was like boiling hot water surging through his body, slamming into the container, but he could not find an exit.

Teng Yunshen grasped the magic sword, and then slashed it with a sword, and with a click, he split the Wind Mage in half.

The sorcerer who was split in two didn't die. The Phantom wrapped around his body, sucking him into the dark smoke.

Something is happening. Teng Yunshen realized that it was the phantom at work. But he didn't care, there was more than one enemy waiting for death.

The brass mage staggered to his feet. He is an alloy mage. Annihilation of one's own mirror image is a devastating process, and the sturdy nature of the alloy may seem insignificant, yet the body of the alloy can still endure pain better than the flesh and blood.

Teng Yunshen casually threw a thin sword and pierced the brass mage's neck.

The latter screamed and crawled into the wreckage of the train. He was still strong and full of life, just dazed. And Teng Yunshen didn't expect this sword to kill him.

The memory of the copper alloy is ordinary, and if the brass mage wants the transcendent's self-healing ability to work as soon as possible, he will have to unload the brass mana. At that time, the poison on the rapier would bite his throat fiercely.

Another wizard ran over. The wind swirled around him, kicking up dust like a veil. He is also a Wind Mage.

Teng Yunshen narrowed his eyes and looked behind the Wind Resisting Mage, more enemies were gathering over, and many of them had reached the fifth-order level of mana.

The Black Sword will increase the number of troops used to lay down the blockade. Teng Yunshen regretted it slightly, but he was full of fighting spirit, and there was no room for retreat.

He could see the death of his enemies.

The Wind Wizard picked up a section of rail and threw it at the Killer. The weight was as light as nothing in his hands.

Teng Yun sank into the shadows, and the dark time pushed him, pushing him to the feet of the Wind Resisting Mage.