Zhou An saw this scene from not far away, seized the right mont, and acted in ti. The longsword flew out, and a flash of green light passed by his side.
This timing and angle were extrely tricky, striking precisely when that Wizard was distracted, attacking from behind.
The sword cut through the thick vines, severing the Wizard’s head from the body, spilling black blood into the air.
Zhou An saw that the Wizard was still not dead, continuing to cut the body with the longsword until the third strike finally killed him.
"What a monster!"
He couldn’t help but curse out loud.
His sword had the ability to sever life. Normally, even if a person had an arm cut off by him, they would die.
But killing this Wizard took him three strikes. Although the first strike already rendered him powerless, the Wizard could have survived if left alone.
The commotion attracted the attention of other Wizards.
Imdiately after.
Zhou An saw three erald-like green stones shooting towards him. They weren’t fast, but they felt incredibly dangerous.
He quickly retreated, using a Flying Sword to cut at the three green stones.
With a crisp collision sound, the Flying Sword beca attached with piece after piece of green transparent crystals.
"What is this?"
Zhou An was stunned, suddenly realizing that his control over the Flying Sword had diminished significantly.
The Flying Sword seed disturbed by those green crystals.
He controlled the Flying Sword to vibrate at high speed, shaking off the green crystals little by little, yet more green stones ca shooting towards him.
Zhou An could not have imagined these Wizards would find a way to counter him in such a short ti.
This was simply too incredible.
Or perhaps these Wizards had t others with abilities similar to his before?
He couldn’t think about such complicated matters, nor did he care much; the only thing he wanted to do was kill the person before him.
His way of using the sword was not orthodox, it could be said to be cunning. He originally wouldn’t use a sword, treating it rely as a Flying Saber, a controllable Flying Saber.
Zhou An ran to the side, the Flying Sword blocking each of the green stones shooting towards him, with more and more green crystals attaching to the sword’s blade.
He knew he couldn’t delay any longer, otherwise, he’d lose all chances of winning. The best way was to deal with the Wizard controlling the green stones as quickly as possible.
At this mont, he also confird the opponent’s position, right on the street in front.
Zhou An gave a loud shout, putting all his strength into controlling the Flying Sword to shoot forward.
The Flying Sword, now with green crystals, suddenly accelerated, drawing a green line through the air.
The Wizard in the blue Magic Robe saw the Flying Sword, ford a spell in his hand, and a large wall of erald green crystals appeared before him.
The Flying Sword shot through the entire crystal wall but fell to the ground covered in massive amounts of green crystals, making a crisp sound.
The Wizard in the blue robe, seeing the fallen Flying Sword, smiled, dozens of green stones suspended around him:
"Without this sword, you probably have no other ans. I’ve t people like you before, calling themselves Cultivators, but it’s just that."
They were willing to explore and had so understanding of matters in other worlds; Black Fog World wasn’t their first encounter with another world.
Generally, when two unfamiliar worlds et, they are cautious due to fear, and won’t take action easily.
If neither side is significantly stronger, wars are often avoided.
Of course, Black Fog World was an exception, with its clear offensive and aggressive nature.
Wizard World’s people could only wage war for this reason.
Zhou An stood there frozen, looking sowhat bewildered; the opponent was right. Without that Flying Sword, he seed to be nothing, and that was his reliance.
His body trembled slightly, his plump face showing a twisted expression.
He thought of death, and what he’d look like when he died.
In the next mont.
Zhou An turned and ran without looking back.
This Wizard’s thods clearly restrained and even targeted him, probably having gathered information about him beforehand.
Once he ran, the Wizard imdiately followed, unwilling to let him go.
The longsword lying on the ground kept trembling but was tightly suppressed by the erald crystals.
Zhou An rolled to the side, dodging a stone shot from behind.
He tried his best to control the Flying Sword, only to find he couldn’t move it at all.
Finally, facing several incoming green stones, he couldn’t dodge completely. His chest was struck, pinning him to the wall.
At the sa ti, a small brass saber appeared in his hand, which he threw out when being hit.
The Brass Flying Saber slid through the shadows, and only when it was less than two fingers away did the Wizard react.
The saber cleanly and sharply lodged into his forehead, the tip embedded.
Seeing this, Zhou An showed a bitter smile. He thought that after acquiring the Flying Sword, he wouldn’t need the Brass Flying Saber again.
But things are often unexpected; carrying only one weapon indeed made it easy to be targeted.
This Brass Flying Saber had great power, capable of directly intimidating the Spirit.
Hit by the Brass Flying Saber, the Wizard’s body froze, pupils dilated, expression stiff.
Zhou An knew his chance had co, quickly breaking free from restraints, he waved his hand, and the Brass Flying Saber erged from the Wizard’s body.
He discovered that after using the Brass Flying Saber for the last ti, it generated a connection similar to the Flying Sword, allowing direct control.
Under Zhou An’s control, the Flying Saber quickly weaved through the Wizard’s body, swiftly dismbering and killing him.
"Is this the unknown?"
Zhou An glanced at the hovering Flying Saber, realizing matters weren’t so simple, and his position had unknowingly changed.
This should be considered a special promotion.
Yet, promotion isn’t necessarily a good thing; in the wrong direction, it could lead to major issues.
Zhou An picked up the Flying Sword, shaking off the green crystals. The blade appeared covered in spots of rust, looking extrely out of place.
This was caused by his positional change, the closely linked Flying Sword changed accordingly.
However, he didn’t care about these things, intent simply on how to eliminate those Wizards, believing even if they died here, they must win.
This is very important!
If they won today, it would an they could win in the future too, undoubtedly inspiring.
As the fight reached this point, they lost more than half. Most of those Flesh Puppets were also destroyed.
Zhou An sensed that nearby Wizards had their sights set on him and were closing in, around six or seven of them.
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