Magic was a double-edged sword. If used improperly, one would be hurt first. One had to know that Salin was still maintaining three Fluorescent Spells, four Water Pattern Shields, and one Bewildering Mist. He had never experienced this kind of mental strength consumption before.
The monk felt the danger from the Magician, but the Caucasian Warrior before him was just as dangerous. He couldn't afford to be distracted, so he could only grasp the air with one hand. A short golden spear suddenly appeared in his metal glove, and he threw it at Salin in the Confusing Fog.
The monk's spiritual power was strong, and the Confusing Fog seemed to have no effect on him. The golden spear went straight for Salin's heart, but Shika's staff had already smashed down. A magical beast's face appeared at the top of the huge staff. The face wasn't ferocious, but it had an ancient aura and a mountainous pressure.
Roar!
The staff made a shocking roar and hit the monk's right hand. The metal glove, which was at least a high-level magic tool, was smashed by the staff. Metal shards flew everywhere, revealing the monk's withered fingers.
The monk was shocked. He clenched his left hand into a fist and hit the magical beast's face at the top of the staff.
The divine runes flowed quickly, and the magical beast's face let out a mournful roar before disappearing. Shika seemed to have lost all his strength. He let go, and the staff fell to the ground.
Salin's face was dark. The golden spear was aimed at his heart, and he couldn't dodge it in time. The four Water Shield overlapped and blocked the spear.
Poof! Poof! Poof!
Three consecutive sounds. The three Water Shields were broken, and the golden spear dimmed. It slid off the fourth Water Shield, deviated, and hit Salin's waist.
Salin felt like he'd been kicked by a galloping horse. Although the golden spear hadn't pierced his waist, the blow had shaken his organs. He could no longer maintain magic. The ice arrow in his hand shot out, and a white line flew at the monk's brow.
The monk sneered. He didn't care about a spell at the end of its flight. The divine runes on the metal glove on his left hand flowed again, and he grabbed Salin's ice arrow.
Puff …
The monk's cold smile froze on his face. The ice arrow was crushed, but it turned into a ball of liquid that flew everywhere.
Acid Splash, a Level-0 spell. The Magician that he had underestimated was actually able to complete this compound magic even though he was injured. The metal gloves were instantly corroded, and the divine runes were no longer flowing smoothly.
Salin collapsed in the Fog of Confusion. Shika knelt on the ground and dropped his weapon. Pino's corpse was already lying on the ground. Sarah's rescue was a little too late. The pale red whip had already wrapped around the heavy armored swordsman's body. He also had no weapon. Lucas's triangular sword was flying in the air. Sarah gritted her teeth. She didn't go to help Lucas, but instead continued to attack the heavy armored swordsman who was wrapped by the pale red whip.
If Cang Hong died, then Lucas wouldn't be able to survive either. Apart from the monks, the strongest enemy was this heavy armored swordsman.
The Blue Falcon Mercenary Group was facing the predicament of being completely annihilated.
The Ascetic Monk let out a blood-curdling screech. One of his eyes had been shot by the flying acid, and it immediately let out a squeaking sound. He bent over in pain. Shika, who was kneeling in front of him, continued to chant in Caucasian. The boomerang at his waist suddenly flew out of its holster. Without warning, it drew an arc in the air and swept past the monk's left hand.
The monk moaned in pain again. The boomerang had cut off his wrist. With a clang, his left hand with the metal glove fell to the ground.
Only then did Shika slowly raise her head. In a hoarse voice, she said to the monk, "If you want to kill the priest, kill me first!"
She no longer had the strength to attack, but her words were resolute. The Ascetic Monk, who had lost an arm and an eye, was stunned by Shika's aura. His decades of hard work and prayers were not as simple and flawless as Shika's words. How could this heretic be like this?
The monk's strength came from his firm faith. But at this moment, Shika had almost caused his faith to collapse.
The power of the magical beast on Shika's staff had a spiritual connection with her. The magical beast had been destroyed by the divine runes on the glove. She should have had a mental breakdown. How could this be! Could it be that even the gods could not subdue this heretic?
Salin endured the pain. Using the mysterious family badge all year round had made his tolerance for pain far greater than anyone else's. Even if he was hit by all sorts of negative magic, he would not lose consciousness or the ability to move. Without checking the wound on his waist, Salin took out the hunter spider from his pocket and dispersed the Fog of Confusion. He walked towards the monk step by step.
The monk's single eye was absent-minded. He did not seem to see the Magician walking towards him. Salin grabbed the front limb of the hunter spider and stabbed it hard between the monk's eyebrows. The hard skull was extremely fragile in front of the spider's claws. The monk's single eye immediately lost all signs of life.
Salin panted. This attack had taken a lot out of him, but he had no time to adjust. Lucas had already been pierced by the blade spear. Salin's triangular sword shot down from the air, killing an enemy. Such a strategy could work in a one-on-one fight, but against two enemies, it was the price of death.
Salin raised his hand. Without chanting, he consecutively shot three acid sputters, hitting the spear swordsman. The spear swordsman's entire face was corroded by the acid. Skin and flesh fell off. He let go of the spear and desperately protected his face, but could not stop the acid from damaging him.
The last heavy armor swordsman had already broken Cang Hong's whip. His heavy sword slapped Sarah away. He was about to kill Cang Hong first when he saw his companions die one by one. That Magician actually still had the ability to attack!
"Die!"
Salin roared, his eyes filled with madness. A green light fell on the heavy armor swordsman. Scared out of his wits, the heavy armor swordsman twisted his feet and fled.
Only his feet escaped. The upper body of the heavy armor swordsman remained where he was. The green light that fell on him only lasted for a second before disappearing. The wounds of the severed body were covered in ice crystals. Not a single drop of blood flowed out.
Seeing that his plan worked, Salin's legs turned to jelly and he sat on the ground.
Magic String was used up again. This was his last level-one spell, Ice Ring.
Ice Ring was a very unconventional spell. It could only attack a fixed target and only lasted for one second. Within this second, the target would be surrounded by a sharp ring of ice. As long as the target didn't move, the ring would disappear after one second.
Although Ice Ring was powerful and incomparably sharp, and could cut through the protection of any high-level magic armor, it was still considered a useless spell.
If the heavy armor swordsman hadn't become a frightened bird and wanted to escape the range of magic damage as fast as possible, this Ice Ring wouldn't have caused him any harm. Even if he was scared silly and couldn't move his feet, this wouldn't have been the result.
This was all Salin's calculations. He dispersed the Fog of Confusion and used the Demon Hunter Spider to kill the monk to make the enemy mistakenly think that his magic string had been used up. Then he used lightning speed to cast three level-0 spells to sneak attack the spear swordsman, dealing a blow to the heavy armor swordsman's spirit. Following this Ice Ring, the heavy armor swordsman didn't dare not escape.
The spear swordsman didn't die, but his face was corroded to the bone and he was blind. He couldn't do any harm to Salin and the others. In a flash, Salin thought of a countermeasure to make the enemy collapse. This was the power of a Magician.
As long as they controlled the enemy's spirit, a Magician was invincible.
Salin remembered what Jason had said to him. At this moment, he understood the meaning behind it.
The sound of breathing inside the cave became heavy and distant. Everyone had suffered unknown injuries. Sarah was lying on the ground, motionless. If it weren't for the fact that she was still breathing, Cang Hong would have thought that she was dead.
Salin suddenly raised his head and looked at Cang Hong who was walking towards him. "Cang Hong, are you trying to kill me?"
Cang Hong suddenly stopped and looked at Salin's clear eyes. She took a deep breath and said, "Let me see your injuries."
"No need. Go and see Sarah." Salin said. He untied the metal canteen from his waist, supported Sica, and poured a big mouthful of water into her mouth. The Healing Water was very helpful to Sica's injuries, but Salin had no intention of giving it to Cang Hong.
He somewhat understood Cang Hong's feelings. If he hadn't insisted on killing the Mage, Cang Hong's team would still have a way out.
Sica drank a mouthful of the Healing Water. The numbness in her hands and feet disappeared. Only then did she pick up the boomerang and put it back into its holster. Cang Hong saw that Sica was carrying the huge stick on her back and knew that she was no match for her. She turned and walked towards Sarah.
"Sica, are you okay?" Salin also saw that the beasts on Sica's stick were scattered by the monks. He was very worried. Sica had treated him as a priest. He had heard her words. No matter how mature Salin was, he was still very touched.
"I'm okay. I just can't use that power for now." Sica moved her hands and feet. She still didn't go to clean up the battlefield. Instead, she sat obediently beside Salin. She could see that Salin was an arrow at the end of its flight. He couldn't use magic for now.
Salin rubbed Sica's hair and smiled. "Sica, I'm not a priest. Next time, don't fight so hard."
He said this in Caucasian. Sica lowered her head and said softly, "I know, Captain."
Salin withdrew his hand awkwardly. Sica's face was like a peach blossom, gorgeous beyond compare. If it weren't for the fact that her hair was dirty and bad, like stray dog hair, Salin's heart would have been moved.
This wasn't a good thing for a mage, especially when the battle wasn't over yet.
Salin suddenly had a strange question. When he first met Sica, she called him a wild boar, not a pervert. What did that mean?
Sarah's injuries weren't light. She was still unconscious. Salin saw that Sica had almost recovered. He then gave the Healing Water to Cang Hong. He and Sica began to clean up the battlefield.
Cang Hong's emotions also calmed down. She bandaged her wounds, fed Sarah the Healing Water, and took care of Lucas and Pino's bodies. It didn't make sense to blame Salin for this. Salin was hired by her. When faced with an enemy, why would he care about the identity of the enemy? Of course, he would kill them first.
The murderous intent from before faded. Cang Hong watched Salin use the black powder to ignite the corpses and release the Fog of Confusion again. She began to consider what to do next.
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