Capítulo 959: Chapter 716: The Swindler’s Victory
The fifteenth layer of the Silent Spiral, amidst the sweep of thunder, rain, wind, and fire, a small Holy Domain was pinned against the wall, like a precarious sanctuary.
Igula stood in front of Gwen, trying to minimize the size of the Holy Domain. The larger the Holy Domain, the greater the surface area it presented for attacks, and naturally, the more magic power it consud. Now Igula had to conserve every bit of magic power, ideally shrinking the Holy Domain to cling tightly to the body, but he had to protect Gwen, so the Holy Domain had to leave space for both of them.
Yet the situation continued to deteriorate; his magic power had already dropped to one-third, and after the ‘Psychological Shadow Shock,’ the Black Feather Mage entered a completely closed state, and Igula couldn’t lure anyone out to be slaughtered.
Even if the Black Crow scribbled all over their Holy Barrier, not a single Black Feather Mage glanced at him, treating him as nothing more than a noisy crow.
“Surrender, Lord Igula.” rcury Wooden Horse resud his complacent posture: “You are already at a dead end. My Black Feather Guards will not be deceived or enchanted by you.”
“I never deceive others.” Igula said, “I only tell them a story they are willing to believe.”
Igula had to admire rcury Wooden Horse — he had specifically pointed out the Black Feather Mages’ jealousy and fear of the Black Crow, thinking he could drive a wedge into the minds of the Black Feather Mages, but rcury Wooden Horse turned around and removed the wedge, even healing the wound with spittle. The scars left behind not only didn’t beco a source of the Black Feather Mages’ insecurity but instead beca a symbol of their pride.
Though there were only three Holy Sanctuary Mages left, the fighting power of the Black Feather Guards not only didn’t decrease but increased.
In terms of the ability to play with people’s hearts, among the people Igula knew, rcury Wooden Horse could rank second.
But rcury Wooden Horse was now determined to slowly exhaust Igula’s magic power. Against this kind of orthodox offensive with more people against fewer, Igula, who excelled in evil and cunning tactics, indeed had no recourse.
Once the magic power is exhausted, Igula was no different from a fat lama waiting to be slaughtered!
Just then, the ground beneath them suddenly caved in. Igula and Gwen imdiately spread their wings to fly up, but the Black Feather Mages, who had been prepared, had already launched a Thunder Water Arrow Rain to hunt them down. Wherever Igula looked, all the raindrops were falling towards him, ultimately landing in his eyes.
Whoosh! They flew in the storm, the Thunder Water Arrow Rain followed, pattering on the Holy Domain. Just as Igula was turning sharply in front of the wall, trying to deplete the Thunder Water Arrow Rain on the wall, he suddenly noticed sothing strange.
Snap!
He suddenly pulled Gwen into his arms, and at this mont, Gwen’s arm had already been pierced by a Thunder Water Arrow, the wound charred, deep enough to see the bone.
Igula glanced at her without saying anything. He originally thought it was just an accident, but in the next Fla Storm assault, he noticed that Gwen almost walked out of the Holy Domain, and he quickly grabbed her wrist, causing Gwen to grunt in pain.
“Is it my illusion,” Igula said in a low voice, “or are you really seeking death?”
Gwen remained silent.
“Are all Senluoians like this? Each one rushing to die, thinking that death can leave sothing behind. The Crow is like this, and so are you. Looking at it this way, rcury Wooden Horse and Qikara are slightly better; at least they know how to cherish life… If your mouth can’t speak, then sew it shut.”
Gwen still didn’t speak.
After spending many days together, Igula had long figured out the character of this Star Mage’s assistant. No response ant she hadn’t changed her mind. Igula knew what she was thinking without even using his hair—wasn’t it just thinking that everyone would die next, but without her as a burden, Igula’s Holy Domain could last a bit longer, and when escaping, it would be a bit faster…
That’s why Igula really disliked the Senluoians, loving ssily, hating ssily, truly a chaotic country. Everyone is single-mindedly stubborn, everyone is mad for sothing…
Madness…
The Swindler suddenly had a wonderful idea.
“If you want to die…” Igula said coldly, “fine, I’ll give you a chance.”
Gwen looked up at him and slowly nodded.
When the Black Feather Mages switched to the Thunder Water Arrow Rain assault, Igula and Gwen suddenly ran towards the Fog Gates on the upper and lower levels separately.
rcury Wooden Horse was montarily stunned but imdiately gave an order: “Lock onto Igula!”
The Thunder Water Arrow Rain attacked Igula, and Igula suddenly unleashed a large-scale Spiritual Scream, affecting all the Black Feather Mages, naturally destroying most of the Thunder Water Arrow Rain. However, among the remaining Thunder Water Arrows, a few pierced through Igula!
But—
“rcury Wooden Horse, do you really want to engage with in a fight to the death?”
rcury Wooden Horse blinked and found Igula unhard, appearing near the lower level doorway. It was Gwen who was pierced by the Thunder Water Arrow Rain!
Her pupils dilated, could this be—
“Exchange Technique Spirit.” Igula said coldly, “This is my trump card… If you hadn’t insisted on stopping , I wouldn’t even want to expose this power.”
Gwen leaned against the earth wall in front of the upper level Fog Gate, trembling in pain.
“I’ll ask you one more ti, rcury Wooden Horse, are you going to let go or not?”
rcury Wooden Horse’s heart stirred: “If you are willing to hand over the Exchange Technique Spirit, I will let you go.”
Exchange Technique Spirit!
Anyone could imdiately see the imnse potential of this Technique Spirit!
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