The hot air rubbed against the trachea, sending out bursts of pinprick-like stinging pain into the lobes of the lungs, and Semar's figure reflected a trace of bitter exhaustion in the fire that gradually spread behind him. His body was extremely weak, and his whole body seemed to be falling apart and struggling to support himself from falling, and the bright blue emblem on his forehead seemed to be covered with a layer of haze, and it had long since lost its original brilliance and brightness.

This was the first time he had used Boiling Blood Flame, and his mentor had warned him that the laws of elemental resonance could never be bargained, and that the more you take, the more you will have to give back. Ordinary spells pay for spiritual energy, while Boiling Blood Flame may pay for life. For a moment, the mage seemed to understand what the master meant—his strength was slowly declining, and even his soul was filled with a trace of coldness that only life had when life was gone.

Orange flames spread along the corners of the walls on either side of the study, and they licked everything they could devour with a shrill hiss, a wave of heat that surged through the air and emitted distorted shadows. In this world of flames, the demon nailed to the floor by the brass lamp suddenly moved, and the mage's heart instantly sank to the bottom.

"It hurts...... Hahaha......" The demon's laughter scraped the mage's eardrums, and the sudden claws grabbed the body of the lamp that stood above his chest, making a trembling sound of metal impact. "I really underestimated you...... Underestimate that you are a mage, and you are a battle mage from Saint Slan......" The demon's arms slammed into it, and the body that had been nailed to the floor suddenly jumped up some distance on the brass lamp, and a stream of jet-black blood spurted out from the pierced wound on his back.

"How so...... How is this possible?!" Semar's back bowed down like a leopard, and his face clenched with gums full of complicated emotions was written on it, he didn't think that he could still stand up after encountering such an attack on a demon!

The bronze body of the lamp peeked out from behind the demon, and the foul-smelling plasma accumulated a puddle of inky smudges on the floor, and the tearing sound of metal cutting through the muscles sounded terrifying. "For ...... Why can't it be? Do you think we're going to be killed as easily as your fragile **?...... Childish, mage, you're still too tender......" Hareye's body quickly moved to the top of the lamp, but the brass pillar nailed to the ground by the floor lamp was too long for it to pull out smoothly. "Tut-tut...... Still a bit of a hassle......"

As he spoke, the demon raised his claws and slashed at the brass pillar behind him, and with a bang, the pillar snapped. With his body standing up straight, Harleye looked at the mage across from him with interest. Thick blood stained its entire body, and in countless fine wounds, hideous and terrifying muscles broke and turned out, but it didn't seem to care about its injuries.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting......" The demon's jaw split into two lobes, and its conical tongue trembled slightly with its words, "Do you use spells to forcibly unleash power that exceeds its original strength countless times?, to be honest, I am impressed by your performance......" Harleye's voice rose and fell extremely excitedly, as if he had discovered a wonderful story. "You know what? I like people who are so talented, even in Burning Hell, it's a lot of fun to deal with them......

Harrieh said, pulling out the half of the brass column embedded in his chest, and the gushing blood made a sticky sound on the ground. "Of course, something more exciting, do you know what it is?" Semar closed his lips tightly in the face of the demon's question, and did not speak, his eyes did not dare to leave this terrifying figure for a moment, and the increasingly suppressed sense of crisis was like a cold wind in winter, blowing a layer of raised small bumps on the mage's skin.

The demon laughed, and the half-column tossed and fell in its palm, repeating itself with a swirling dull yellow sheen. "Why didn't you speak? Why didn't you rush up after me like you did just now......? The other side of this spell is that you have to pay a strong backlash, right? I have to say, those fools in heaven always like to give you something, and then they have to take something...... And we have to be much more generous when we burn hell!, like now......" The demon's arm flicked violently, and the brass pillar suddenly shot out of its hand, stabbing the mage in the chest with a sharp sound of breaking through the air!"You don't have to give anything, you can reap, die!"

"Damn!" the mage cursed, it was too late to dodge, and the brass pillar stabbed like a bolt of lightning too fast. With a string of syllables that completed in an instant, a pale blue mask of light like a curtain of water swayed, rising from the soles of his feet, enveloping his whole body before the attack arrived.

"Dang!" exploded, and the mage's resistance force field successfully blocked the brass pillar, but the tremendous force pushed him backwards a few feet, and the pale blue light mask shook as if it would completely collapse in the next moment. At the same time, Harleyel had already rushed to Semar's side, and the claws reflecting the cold light slammed wildly against the pale blue light mask, making a loud and deafening sound!

Semar gritted his teeth and fought back, one fireball after another hitting Harleye's body almost without any distance, but no matter how hard he tried, the obvious attenuation of strength could not get rid of the entanglement of the other party. And Harleye used his strong ** to directly resist all attacks, and the two claws that kept attacking actually brought out countless dark light marks in the air, and every time they collided with the resistance force field, they could shoot a brilliant spark.

The shattered black light streaks were smashing in all directions, and everything that was touched was instantly cut into pieces, and Semar's situation became more and more dangerous, because he knew very well that with such an attack from the other party, the resistance force field would not be able to support it for long! At this moment, the mage suddenly stopped his retreating pace, and in the face of the demon's attack, he slammed back his arms that were instantly engraved with bright red runes!

"Boom!"

A violent wave of fire erupted from his body, mixed with violent energy, and swept wildly in all directions. Broken wood, floors, books, furniture, everything was instantly squeezed out of the space around the mage by the flames, and Harleye's attack was completely interrupted at the same time.

But before Semar could breathe a sigh of relief, a pitch-black light and shadow broke through the spreading wave of fire and slammed into the light mask! The demon's bone tail carried a huge momentum, knocking the mage directly out, until it smashed the bookshelf standing by the wall, and then stopped castration.

The force of the "poof......" shock made Semar's mouth sweet, and a bloody arrow spurted out. He coughed violently, trying to see where the other man was, only to find that Harleye had rushed up. "This time, it's my turn!" he said, and the six bone spurs behind the demon suddenly grew rapidly as if they were alive, stabbing at the pale blue light mask.

The moment the sharp blade touched the light mask, it seemed as if time had slowed down, like ripples of water spreading out at every place of contact, but the trajectory of the bone spurs did not stop there, it was still moving forward little by little. Suddenly, the overwhelmed pale blue light shroud snapped into pieces of broken glass-like light in Semar's eyes, and his last defensive magic was still broken!

In the next moment, the pale bone spurs accelerated violently, turning into a deadly light and shadow, piercing into the mage's body, and with the blood gushing out, six bone spurs pierced through the body, nailing Semar to the wall fiercely!

"Cough, cough......" The mage coughed violently, his blood-stained body limply embedded in the wall, and the crimson blood slowly flowed from the wound down the bone spurs to Hareye. "Hiss......" The demon let out a hyperactive groan, and its conical tongue shook happily in its grinning jaws, as if Semar's blood was the sweetest of the elders. "Praise this perfect plasma! I even tasted the elementals......" Harleye said, dragging the bone spurs from the wall with the mage's body with a thud.

Semar's wheezing grew weaker and weaker, the bright blue emblem on his forehead vanished completely, his body quickly wilted as if it had lost its vitality in an instant, blood flowing down from the tips of his dangling toes, leaving a puddle of blinding scarlet on the floor.

"What's wrong? It's back?...... "The demon sneered, lifting Semar in front of him with a bone spur, and in the room surrounded by flames, a tall and terrifying demon stared at another mage whose body was suspended in the air. "Is that all you have to do? a pity...... I thought you could surprise me again......"

Before Harleye could finish speaking, a small fireball suddenly flew out of Semar's trembling right hand and slammed into the demon's face, although such an attack could not cause objective damage at all, but it was enough to be used as a tool for "surprise". "Hah, ha...... Ahem, ahem, ahem......" A contemptuous smile erupted from the mage's bloodless face, "Full ...... Are you satisfied?......"

The demon slowly twisted back his crooked cheeks, and four bright yellow eyes fixed on Semar's face, revealing a burst of cold and piercing killing intent. "Roar, roar!" Harleyer manipulated the bone spurs to drag Semar in front of him in an instant, his grinning jaws snorting with a suffocating smell of blood and stench, its tongue shaking wildly in front of the mage, as if it would stab the mage's neck in the next moment.

Soon, though, the demon closed his mouth and chuckled nonchalantly. "You want me to kill you directly? No, no, no...... A game without spectators is a bit boring after all, isn't it?" it said as it slammed its bone spurs to the side, and with the sound of tears coming out of its body, Semar rolled to the floor and fell to the floor, not moving. "Cherish what little life you have left...... You will feel the fear of death as the blood slowly drains out!"

Semar tilted his head and looked at the crimson figure not far away, he didn't even have the strength to speak.

"But before that, you should be grateful to me for finding you a companion...... And what you have bought with death is meaningless!" Haleye said, ignoring Semar on the ground, and from his two hollow nostrils there was a short habitual sound, as if searching for something. It didn't take long for its gaze to suddenly fix its gaze in one direction, which was the second floor further inward.

"Hah...... Did you flee in this direction?...... What a stupid choice!Keep your eyes open and show me!" Harleyer shook off a sentence and suddenly rushed towards the other remaining wall of the study. The six bone spurs behind him bent and pierced into the wall first, and then, several black lights flashed violently, and the demon directly smashed the wall with its powerful body and rushed over. With the dust of bricks and tiles, Harleyer's pace did not stop at all, and the walls were like toys made of brittle wooden planks, and he knocked them out of a crumbling ruin.

Slumped to the ground, Semar struggled forward, following in Harleye's footsteps, a trail of blood snaking behind the mage. He was not afraid of death, and the cold word death had been crossed out of his dictionary since the day he swore to join the Ring of Sanctions. Hone your skills in battle, use your skills to take on new challenges, and even if one day you have to face death, you will accept it.

And now the only thing that supports the mage's difficult journey is the situation of number 86 - sometimes the bond between partners is so simple, it doesn't matter how long they spend together, just with a common goal. One room, two rooms, the mage's lower lip was bitten by his own teeth, and every time he picked at the floor, his fingers were already grinding blood, and he felt his body getting heavier and heavier, but his head was raised high and refused to lower.

Finally, two or three rooms away, Semar saw a stopped, blood-red figure, as if something was going on there. But when the smoke and dust gradually settled, the distant scene made his body stiffen and freeze in place, and his self-opening mouth could not even produce a full syllable.

In the room littered with corpses in front of the demon, the Inspector had collapsed in a pool of blood, Selena was stuck in the neck with a dagger, and behind her, the only remaining subordinate had half of his head covered in blood.

But what really caught Semar and Harleye's attention was a corpse slumped by the windowsill - a familiar shirt, cooked cowhide boots, 86's head hanging down, and a sharp steel sword stuck in his chest. (To be continued.) )