"We are the guardians of the Tomb of the Three Kings. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" The witch said intermittently, Teng Yunshen pinned her knee with her wand, the pain making her breathless. She wanted to scream, but she was afraid of angering the other party.

She had planned to face death strongly, but Teng Yunshen had withdrawn the demon into the shadows, which made him seem elusive. The witch's heart floated with the thought of luck. Sometimes, the will to survive is weak. She quickly realized that she had never been the very strong type, and under Teng Yunshen's threat, she didn't hesitate to hand over the secret of her real name. She's not an unyielding warrior, perhaps, she's just a ...... Pampered eldest lady.

"What is the Tomb of the Three Kings?" Teng Yun listened to the whispers in the wind. He consciously uses the ears of the wind that he has always neglected, and all kinds of sounds blow from all directions, like the thick ink on an oil painting, which makes people dizzy.

The witch was dumbfounded.

Could it be that the Tomb of the Three Kings is a well-known attraction in the wizarding realm? Teng Yunshen straightened his slightly bent body in embarrassment: "Speak." ”

"This is the tomb of the Three Kings. The witch looked incredulous, "Who the hell are you?"

Teng Yunshen emphasized: "I am responsible for asking questions, and you are responsible for answering. He frowned and turned away. Someone dragged him, and he couldn't even see the other person's face.

In the wrestling that occurs between mortals, even if there is a huge disparity in physique, the lighter side can easily shake the heavier side. This is not the case with the wrestling that occurs between wizards, at both ends of the line of gravity, the lighter side can never shake the heavier side, and a difference of one kilogram is enough to cut an insurmountable barrier. They also don't need to adjust their posture to maintain their balance, and in the gravitational pull of everything, they are just pure particles.

Teng Yunshen's body did not move at all, which was not necessarily a good thing, it may mean that he would be ignorant of the enemy's temptations. Luckily, he has a pair of sensitive ears. The enemy's tiptoe is like a tap dance on his shoulder.

The battlemage looked into the mottled depths of the trees.

A figure dragged the tree and rushed towards it quickly. Teng Yunshen recognized the other party's aura, it was the most powerful of the witch's accomplices, a wizard whose mana had reached the fourth-order level.

They finally realize that something is not quite right.

Teng Yunshen lifted a thin shadow and drilled in. The wizard pushed the trees behind him and threw himself above Teng Yunshen.

The battlemage watched as the enemy followed him into the shadows. He should probably have fled, rather than lingered. Four wizards, including two fourth-order wizards, would have a hard time defeating them on their own. However, he began to think like a tactician. He was thinking about the "difficult", not the "impossible". Magic is meant to work miracles, isn't it?

The wizard continued to dive. He doesn't seem to be a shadow mage, only able to stay in the shadow world for a short time. However, all he had to do was throw the dagger in his hand into the depths of the shadows...... The wizard throws a dagger that reflects a deep glow in the night.

Mirror Mage?Teng Yunshen's senses became acute in the repeated training. He can even rely on his sense of smell to distinguish the material of something that flies in. There are many things that glow and many things that are sharp, but the smell of glass is particularly unique.

A crisp sound burst out on the glass dagger, crackling, as if someone was tearing at the silk. Teng Yun collapsed on the rough road in amazement, the shape of the earth like a stone on his back, which had become accustomed to the soft touch.

The Mirror Mage tucked the shadow into the dagger, exposing the Battlemage to the bleak moonlight.

Teng Yun rolled deeply as he dragged the wand stuck in the Transfiguration Mage's knee. The witch let out a scream. When reinforcements arrived, she knew she would survive—and she couldn't continue to suffer the sudden pain in silence.

The Mirror Mage turned sideways and caught the flying wand.

Teng Yun tugged at the blood dripping from his wand. He was able to find the available mirrors much faster than the mirror mage in front of him. His eyes could distinguish the hazy line between light and dark.

The mirror mage raised his wand and swept it towards Teng Yunshen's head.

The battle mage nudged the drop of blood on the wizard's finger. It was a wide-angle lens, sucking in the winter evening breeze and shining with a cold light. The battlemage suddenly released the pale frost from the crimson dew, freezing the wizard's fingers.

The mirror mage stepped away from Teng Yunshen's shadow in surprise. His fingers were unconscious in the drastically reduced temperature, which meant he couldn't protect their weight.

Teng Yunshen accurately threw the gravity line on the mirror mage's left thumb. He pushed, using all his body weight to push a dislocated bone. Thumbs fell neatly from the mirrored mage's palms and shattered on the wizard's steaming leather boots.

The Mirror Mage threw away his wand in his left hand, and with his intact right hand, he took out another glass dagger stuck in his belt.

Teng Yunshen sank back into the shadows. He didn't try to interrupt the other party's action of picking up his weapon, after all, it was a fourth-order wizard, even if he was missing a finger, he was still invulnerable when he advanced and retreated. However, he left his upper body out of the shadows. Teng Yunshen threw a gravity line at the glass dagger that the wizard held in his hand, repeating his old trick.

Naturally, the mirror mage was not fooled, and he hid the weight of the dagger, firmly embedding the delicate glass in his own flesh.

However, Teng Yunshen didn't really intend to move or drag the dagger, he just induced the shapeshifter to inject the witch's blood into the dagger—another repetition of the old trick hidden after repeating the old trick.

He swung his body and narrowly avoided the mirror mage's slash. The sharp glass drew a bright arc over the shadows, stirring up silent ripples under the shadows.

The flow speed of the shadow world pushed Teng Yunshen out of the Mirror Mage's attack range.

Immediately after, he touched the magic of blood passion in the glass box. The blood of two wizards boiled in an elaborate divided structure, singing and resounding in the sky. He summoned mirror mana and drew blood from the glass dagger, and with a click, the blood splattered through the husks of his enemies.

A sinister thought followed, like a thunderbolt from the sky, passing through Teng Yunshen's mind. He twitched violently, and his hands and feet did not obey, as if he had been hysterical.

The mirror mage clutched his bloody chest in horror. His heart was still beating. A wizard's blood is highly poisonous to another wizard. However, before he died of poison, he was able to kill Teng Yunshen.

The battlemage stuffed chaos into the shadows.