Teng Yunshen shuddered. He watched as the blood-colored mist gathered in front www.biquge.info of him, but he couldn't move his steps, and his feet couldn't be pulled up from the ground as if they had roots. The short break destroyed his fighting spirit, his reflexes slowed down, and the mere thought of throwing himself into battle again scared him, shivering and making it difficult to breathe.

Captain Glynn was not a blood mage, and he wouldn't come to them in such a form. In a crowd of enemies, the chances of encountering a friendly wizard are slim to none.

The lightning strike mage pulls out the electrical rod from his back. His movements were fast and his performance was much better than Teng Yunshen's. He ran out of magic at one point, but he didn't suffer too much. The shining electric light flew high like two torches.

Teng Yunshen saw the face of the blood mage clearly, it was a rather strange face.

At first, Teng Yunshen couldn't tell where the strange place was. The eyes of the Blood Mages were clear blue, not harsh red, and they shone brightly, but they still gave people a feeling of weakness—but that wasn't surprising. Immediately afterwards, Teng Yunshen realized that he couldn't find any hair on this face. Not only that, but more subtle but indispensable details are also missing. His skin was as smooth as an eggshell, like the face of a mold in a shop window.

The Blood Mage did not intend to have any dealings with them. His eyes are glazed, but his movements are dexterous. He quickly bypassed Teng Yunshen, whose limbs were stiff, and pounced on the lightning strike mage wielding an electric rod.

The deafening thunderclap shattered his shoulder, the smoke burned, and the air was filled with a choking smell of burning.

The Blood Mage was indifferent. His strength is different, unlike a shapeshifter mage, not like an alloy mage, not like all wizards. People can break a bottle, but they can't break the water in the bottle. And his life is in the flow of blood.

Teng Yunshen raised his arm, which was covered in a luster of steel.

The Blood Mage grabbed Ge Lin Liang's throat. Click. Teng Yunshen swung his elbow and smashed the back of his head, and at the same time, he wrung Ge Linliang's neck.

Two electric rods stabbed into the blood mage's chest one after the other. The electric current sharpens them. Light and smoke poured out of his grotesque shell.

The Blood Mage kicked down the unprepared Teng Yunshen with a surprise spinning kick.

The Lightning Strike Mage pushed the Blood Mage away, then clutched his neck in shock. A shocking wound was just a fraction of a second from the carotid artery.

The electric rod was still burning in the blood mage's chest.

Teng Yun sat up in a daze. It was very, very bad, he shouldn't have taken a nap, it made his body adapt...... The illusion of peace. He was out of breath, the magic of steel dead and slumped. He stared at the shadow beneath his feet. The world of shadows has always been his strong backing. However, at this moment, the shadow shrank into a ball as if afraid of coldness, and did not respond to his gaze.

It couldn't be worse. The Blood Mage grabbed the two electric rods and pulled them out of his chest inch by inch. The electric rod burned through his body like a soldering iron, but he didn't say a word.

Teng Yunshen stretched out his hand to the shadow. The Blood Mage threw away the electric rod. Teng Yunshen picked up a heavy shadow. It was as if he had put his hand into the wet sand of the beach, and the shadow was always light and soft, never so momentary...... Turbidity. He spread his fingers, and the mud and sand fell.

The Blood Mage approached Ge Linliang. He was like a puppet and was not afraid of pain.

Teng Yunshen focused on the shadow at the feet of the Blood Mage. The demons lifted the dead leaves above their heads and climbed to the ground from the shadows.

The situation is not so bad, it has not reached the point of no return. Teng Yunshen still had a little time, as long as he was strong enough, he could stop the Blood Mage from killing Ge Linliang.

However, the reason why he was able to attract demons was because there was only fear left in his brain. He slain powerful enemies, only to meet new enemies when he is most vulnerable. Frustration almost broke him.

He couldn't walk into the shadows with a calm heart. The familiar shadow world rejected him, which made him even more flustered.

Teng Yunshen threw out the gravity line and dragged the electric rod into his hand.

He remembered the stinging pain on his skin as the thunder exploded. He recalled the momentary throbbing, evoking a faint sense of magic. A faint electric current crackled around the nails on the electrical rods. A faint magic, a faint current, enough. As long as you can take the blood mage's attention away from Ge Linliang.

Teng Yunshen threw a bolt of lightning with all his might. Bang! The Blood Mage staggered from crashing into a goblin.

The faint inspiration illuminated Teng Yunshen's dead heart, and also illuminated his shadow. His heart was as dead as ashes, and his withering was loosened between lightning and fire.

The lightning strike ignited his depressed mood, and it was as if he had thrown a brightened matchstick into a large house made of paper. The block in his heart collapsed, and Teng Yunshen escaped from the heavy atmosphere. The Blood Mage turned. Teng Yunshen threw the electric rod at the unarmed lightning strike mage.

The Blood Mage pounced on Teng Yunshen. He revised his original thinking and no longer saw the other party as a secondary threat.

Teng Yunshen jumped into the shadow in a posture like a backward dive. The Blood Mage only caught the empty wind. The dark time sped up Teng Yunshen's movements, and he scurried out before the Blood Mage poured the blood into the Shadow Kingdom, swimming to the Lightning Mage's feet.

He walked back to the First World and picked up the magic sword and butcher's knife.

"Be careful. The Lightning Strike Mage warned, "This guy isn't normal!" The wound on his neck made his voice sound like the gas in the stove, with annoying flames.

Teng Yunshen swung a knife, and the butcher knife was unexpectedly light in his hand. The Blood Mage stepped back. The specter of the flames galloped by, crying loudly. The Blood Mage tensed up, the magic of the butcher's knife scaring him.

The Lightning Strike Mage loosened the bloody wound.

Teng Yunshen asked, "Are you a warrior of the Three Kings Ruins Protection Association?"

The Blood Mage didn't say a word. His gaze was peculiar. He stared at them closely, but seemed to ...... them Ignore. He looked into the unknowable distance, where he received some kind of message.

Teng Yunshen stood up with a phantom. Its silhouette is filled with fear. The shadow of fear glows with a wonderful color, like a glow-in-the-dark cup filled with elixir. It was born out of fear, and even blood mages were afraid of it. He suddenly turned around and ran towards the mysterious route.

The lightning mage quickly threw a beam of electricity that pierced the blood mage's heel.

Teng Yunshen hurriedly chased after him. Quack. He tripped over a shadow and fell to the ground. Immediately afterward, a thin sword pierced his heart.