Teng Yunshen turned his head slightly. The butcher's knife www.biquge.info struck him in the shoulder, cutting through the skin, veins, and bones as neatly as the cutter's cut in a thick stack of paper.

"It's over. Teng Yun thought deeply. However, what he foresaw was not the end of himself, but the end of the witch.

He had been prepared for the witch's dodge, and the only thing he hadn't expected was that the Phantom of the Counterbite would cause great damage to the witch, and that was in his favor.

Of course, none of this matters.

He took out a strange light from the butcher's knife. It was the first time he had done it, and it felt like a thousand times. He pierced the witch's forehead in the middle of nowhere.

"Don't come here!" Teng Yunshen turned sideways and shouted at the Lightning Strike Mage, "Run!"

He pushes the witch and crashes into the mysterious route. He didn't have the time to kill the witch in a hurry. He was anxious to confirm the safety of the forest mage, and there was no time to delay.

Judging by the direction in which the witch came, Chief Glyn is probably already unlucky. However, before seeing the corpse with his own eyes, Teng Yunshen still had a little hope in his heart.

And the other end of the mysterious route is just too dangerous. He didn't want Ge Linliang to continue to follow him. It is foolish to scatter the forces so that they are broken by each one. It's just that it's not wise to put the whole team in a situation where the whole army is annihilated.

The enemy has already attacked them twice through mysterious routes. Ge Linliang's analysis is probably correct, they are being watched, and their every move cannot escape the eyes of the enemy. What is particularly terrifying is that the enemy hidden behind the scenes is not the Three Kings Ruins Protection Association, but someone else, an evil force. They are more dangerous than the caretakers of the mausoleum.

Teng Yunshen jumped into the mysterious route with the dying witch, and it felt like jumping off a high cliff, and the strange space dragged them, squeezed them, and threw the two of them to the far other end.

The witch still breathes. If she was a mortal, it would never have been possible to survive such an injury, but in an instant, her soul should have melted into the invisible like a handful of fine snow thrown into the fire. And even if she is a wizard, she is on the verge of death at this moment, like a dying candle in the wind.

However, the form in which the sorcerers continue to live is very peculiar. The witch's fragile body was full of stubborn vitality, and Teng Yun could feel the tenacity of this energy.

This kind of tenacity is not endearing, and the greenery that breaks through the ground after the thaw is endearing, but the witch is not. She was a poisonous snake that woke up from hibernation, and as she was about to take a deep bite on Teng Yun, she looked at her neck and saw blood seal her throat.

Teng Yunshen pushed the witch away, and then turned around, he waved the sword light and sword shadow, and cut the witch into three pieces.

He fell into the dark labyrinth along with the steaming corpse fragments.

Endless darkness enveloped Teng Yunshen's vision, as if he was looking around through the broken display. Darkness was raining dry drops, stretching into the unknowable distance. Even with the eyes and ears of chasing after the wind, it would take Teng Yunshen a moment to adapt to the new environment. And for a moment, he didn't dare to move, and the fear of losing his balance gripped him.

It sucks. He soon realized that he might have come to the wrong place. Perhaps, it was a problem with Ge Linliang's cartographic work, or perhaps some kind of magic changed the terrain. The latter possibility sounds incredible, but in a fantastical supernatural world, anything can happen.

The goblins are gone. He came to a long hallway, with close walls and low ceilings. A labyrinth replaced the woods, opening its arms to him.

Did he just think about something like a labyrinth? Teng Yunshen held his hot forehead. He had a fever, and the poison that the witch had smeared on his sword was still running in his blood. In the midst of the race against time, he could forget about the injuries for a while, and now, it was time to have to face them.

He realized that he was dying step by step, and if he walked faster, he might be able to catch up with the witch. Then, perhaps, he will kill the witch again.

Teng Yun imagined the painful ...... Temperature and shape. The poisonous fire baked the dusty glass red. It exudes heat, tears, and weakness. Teng Yunshen gritted his teeth and pulled the pain out of his flesh and blood.

The pain was given a definite shape by him, and it was shattered by his own hands.

However, this is only pain. The damage remained, and it wasn't long before the pain consumed his consciousness again. Teng Yunshen managed to stay awake for a short time, just to be able to focus on the injury. Pain is only separated by a piece of paper. The paper covered death tightly, and he had to suppress the poison in his body before the pain pierced the thin illusion.

Teng Yunshen leaned against the wall, cold sweat dripping down. In fact, there wasn't much he could do other than stay focused. His skills were all about killing his enemies, and he couldn't even bandage his wounds. And in the past battles, he didn't need such knowledge. Most of the time, he can survive as long as the enemy dies before him...... But this time was different.

He frowned, staring at the corners of Death's clothes. The monster silently appeared in the darkness, darker than the darkness. It symbolizes the end of all. You walk towards it, you cross that line, and you never come back.

Teng Yunshen probably knew what death was all about. He remembered another near-death experience. While in the bazaar, he felt the energy from the old world, and for the first time, the spirit of death appeared in front of him.

He raised his glowing hand as if he were holding a torch. He pressed his hand against his scarred chest. He remembered that the magic of brilliance could make him feel better and make his body clean. And this time it won't necessarily be worse than the last one.

Teng Yunshen lost track of time. His heart shone brighter than the light in his hands. He was rejuvenated from the inside out. The magic of brilliance is not the same as all kinds of magic, it is the most primitive kind of magic, and it comes purely from the self. Teng Yunshen could rely on this energy to wash away the contamination of external magic and stop the injury from worsening......

He stepped away from the wall and took a tentative step. There was still a lot of something wrong with his body, but death was gone.

Teng Yun rushed deep towards the mysterious route.