I'm going to faint.
Eleanor clearly knew the attack range of Salin's Crystal Finger. The moment the Tyrant's body was within ten meters of her, Eleanor's arrow shot out.
Two consecutive arrows, Spatial Arrow and Life Arrow.
Eleanor's level wasn't high enough, so she couldn't unleash the full power of the Elven King Arrow. Otherwise, the three consecutive arrows would definitely kill the assassin.
The arrow flew over. The assassin wielded a dagger and swept it horizontally. His movements were as fast as lightning, but he had miscalculated. Eleanor's Spatial Arrow was made from a branch of the Tree of God. Longbow Seven Nights was like a divine weapon. The dagger struck the point where the arrow and shaft connected. The assassin knew it was bad.
His hand was empty. The dagger danced in the air as the arrow pierced through his body.
The Spatial Arrow had to be dodged at a faster speed. If one wanted to block it, they would need to master a stronger space rule.
The Life Arrow flew over. The assassin who was frozen by the Spatial Arrow couldn't dodge at all. The arrow pierced through his chest.
On the other side, Sarlin's Water Puppet also pointed at the assassin holding the windmill. A white light lit up in the clouds. The soldiers outside the clouds felt a little dazzling.
Tyrant laughed coldly. The windmill pierced toward the white light formed by magic. His windmill was a magic-breaking weapon. It was the most famous holy weapon among assassins. He had used this holy weapon to assassinate more than ten mages. Every mage had a look of surprise on their faces before they died.
The only thing that annoyed Tyrant was that the mages didn't have much fear before they died. Damn those mages. Are their brains made of stone?
The windmill shattered silently. This holy weapon had been destroyed by the Water Puppet's Crystal Finger. The aftershock even pierced a fist-sized hole in Tyrant's chest. This time, Sarlin didn't attack with all his might. The Water Puppet was too useful. Once it was destroyed, it wouldn't be able to recover even after a few months.
The Water Puppet only used half of the crystal finger's power. Its index finger had already collapsed. However, this time, the body behind the crystal ring was unharmed.
Tyrant's holy weapon was destroyed. The clone suddenly stopped moving. It stood there, making a cracking sound. Tyrant could no longer feel the existence of his clone. He could no longer connect to the blood essence and energy in his clone, let alone control it.
As soon as the windmill was destroyed, the tornado and snowflakes around the Tyrant's body started to wrap around it. The sharp snowflakes were scarier than arrows, and they cut the Tyrant's clothes into pieces.
The Tyrant let out a shrill howl, and a hammer suddenly appeared in his hand. This powerful assassin could even use spatial equipment!
The Tyrant raised the hammer that was almost half a meter in diameter and pounced at Salin. Salin's body was more agile than a fish in the mist. His disadvantage against a martial artist was completely gone. His upper body did not move, but his feet slipped and he retreated more than ten meters. The Water Puppet met him and pressed the Water Flame in its hand against the Tyrant's hammer.
It was another silent attack. The hammer made by the Tyrant Meteor was wrapped in the Water Flame. Suddenly, it shattered into a cloud of metal dust. The metal dust was terrifyingly cold, and the hammer in Tyrant's hand immediately showed signs of crystallization. His palm was also frozen on the hammer.
This time, he did not dare to attack Salin anymore. This Magician's fighting style was too strange. He had been an assassin for more than forty years, and this was the first time he had met such a terrifying Great Magician. He saw Salin's blue eyes staring at him. He knew that this Great Magician still had many skills that he had not used. If he did not leave now, it would be too late.
The Tyrant completely ignored the big hole in his chest. The wound was not bleeding. A small shield appeared in his hand, and he slammed it against the Water Puppet. He had already retreated more than ten meters. This retreat was faster than his attack. Tyrant's sense of distance was too good. He stepped out of the range of the Cloud Walking Spell.
But how could Salin let go just like that? Trish had already been waiting outside for a long time. The Tyrant retreated from the cloud mist, and Trish's figure was already on the Tyrant's body. Her sharp nails cut off one of the Tyrant's arms.
The Tyrant groaned in pain. The arm that fell to the ground turned into dust. He had already risen into the air and was escaping out of the city. Eileen raised her hand and shot another arrow. There was no cover in front of her, and the Tyrant was in mid-air. Her arrow did not need to calculate anything.
The Tyrant's body twisted in the air, and Eileen's arrow shot through the fist-sized hole in his body. The Tyrant was originally proud of his ability to escape, but the moment the arrow pierced through the wound, he felt the energy in his body burn violently. At the same time, it was as if the arrow had taken something away, flying far away into the river of time.
Trish looked at the escaping Assassin with hatred. He had only managed to grab one of the Assassin's arms. He did not leave the Assassin's head, which made him very depressed. However, the illusion of the Witcher Spider was about to end. Trish carefully returned to her human form.
Salin dispersed the cloud mist, feeling a little enlightened. He looked at Eileen's back and did not know where she was. Eileen's long skirt swayed slowly in the wind. Every detail fell into Salin's eyes.
When did he become so strong? That Assassin was an existence comparable to Byrne! Moreover, the Assassin's equipment was beyond imagination. If not for the Holy Equipment, the Water Puppet's finger would have killed the Assassin.
After Eileen's arrow injured the Assassin, the mageweath on it dimmed a little. She walked towards the arrow, stretched out her hand, and released a small Wind Serpent. The third arrow flew too far, and a soldier in the distance picked it up and brought it to Eileen.
At this time, the Magic Shooter in the city arrived. The battle had ended too quickly, and the Assassin had already escaped through the crowd.
The Magic Shooter from the Bitter Water Prefecture landed far away. He walked towards Salin and asked, "Are you hurt?"
Salin had already put away the Water Puppet. He shook his head and said, "That Assassin lost an arm. He couldn't have escaped far."
The Magic Shooter's pupils spun rapidly. He stared at Salin for a few seconds before he finally believed that Salin was not hurt. His Magic Tower was too far away, and could not attack here directly. However, he could feel the abnormal energy waves that had appeared in the city.
No matter how well the Holy Equipment was disguised, it could not escape the senses of the Magic Tower's Mages.
The soldiers who had lined the streets to welcome him felt ashamed. With so many people surrounding them, they could not do anything at all. The troops on duty had already sealed the city gates. The idle soldiers followed their officers back to camp. The atmosphere in the city became tense. A powerful Assassin had mixed in, and no one knew when he would appear in front of them.
"Follow me back to the Magic Tower. I'm afraid there are other Assassins in the city." The Magic Shooter did not say anything else. It was not his or his companions' fault that something like this had happened. Assassins were the best at hiding. When they did not attack, it was difficult for Mages to notice them.
Salin nodded. Surrounded by Rex's elite guards, he followed the Magic Shooter to the palace. The Magic Tower was built there. The appearance of the Assassin was just an interlude. He had more important things to discuss with Rex.
After Tyrant flew past the crowd, he landed on the ground. With a roll, he had already disappeared into the shadows. Salin had the Elemental Eyes and could see him. However, other than Salin, not to mention ordinary soldiers, even a Level-6 Great Mage could not detect his Shadow Dance.
Tyrant was not happy at all after escaping with his life. He plunged into the alley. This Daliang City was a militarized city. There were not many civilians, and there were no empty houses. Tyrant was deep in the alley. He lifted up an iron cover on the ground and went in. Qinyin style cities all had a good drainage system. These underground drainage tunnels were big enough for adults to pass through.
However, there were fences between the tunnels. These fences were also enchanted with low-level magic. Once they were forcefully broken, an alarm would be sounded.
Tyrant only wanted to find a place to rest. He stopped on a stone platform in the tunnel and sat down heavily. The wound on his chest was slowly healing, but Tyrant's heart was in a mess.
This was because he had already taken the most magical medicine in the world. In the past, he had almost recovered from such serious injuries. At least the surface wounds could be completely healed.
But now, the penetrating wound on his chest was still penetrating. He had lost an arm, and there was no sign of it growing back. He was not a creature from the Myers Continent, but an Assassin from another plane. Limb regeneration was his innate skill. As long as he had enough nutrition drinks, he would not care about this kind of injury.
Not only did he not kill his target, but he could not even grow back his arm.
Tyrant slowly raised his hand, wanting to touch the wound on his right arm. However, when he raised his hand, he almost screamed again.
His originally smooth, baby-like palm was now as old as a hundred-year-old man. His nails were bent, his skin was dry, and the back of his hand was full of spots and wrinkles of aging.
Tyrant panicked. He took out a mirror from a small leather pouch at his waist. The back of the mirror was covered with magic runes. The front was bronze, smooth and flat.
The face in the mirror was very unfamiliar. It was full of wrinkles, and his eyebrows were longer and thinner. It was as white as snow and as cold as frost.
It was really cold. Tyrant felt the temperature of the blood in his body drop, and his heart was beating wildly.
"Life Arrow!" Tyrant squeezed the word out of his teeth. His low voice traveled hundreds of meters in the tunnel, and it was blurry in the sound of the underground water flow.
Tyrant threw the mirror away angrily. It was a piece of high-level equipment, but he did not care at all. His eyes were full of madness.
"Damn it! That's an elf!"
Tyrant roared. He had completely forgotten that he was seriously injured and that the enemy was definitely still chasing him. He could not calm down at all. The Life Arrow of the elves was the most powerful weapon against his race. If it were not for the fact that only a few royals could use the Life Arrow, his race would have perished in the plane wars tens of thousands of years ago.
When the Life Arrow pierced through his body, it took away his lifespan. In other words, it sped up the passage of time, causing his body to age rapidly. Moreover, his race was especially sensitive to time and space. After being hit by the Life Arrow, even if he did not die, his lifespan would be reduced by a few hundred times.
In this state, leaving this city alive would be a problem, let alone recovering from his injuries.
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