As soon as Han Jin regained his consciousness, he cast the Charm of Spirit Refreshment on himself. The next moment, he disappeared from the ground and reappeared behind the magician who had released the first electric arc. With the momentum of his palm, the magician was sent flying forward with a scream.
Han Jin's expression had changed greatly. His pupils shrunk to the size of a needle, his eyes narrowed, and his handsome face was even twisted together. Dying in a daze would make people feel very unwilling, but this was still a small matter. The group of mercenaries should never have reminded Han Jin of the past!
His master only accepted him as a disciple, and in his master's words, he couldn't accept a second disciple. Because the master and disciple's cultivation was of the same origin, they both absorbed energy, so there was an irreconcilable contradiction. When the two of them could absorb the energy from the same magic weapon, who should they give it to? His master always gave him the magic weapon. At first, he didn't understand, but after a long time, he slowly understood his master's painstaking efforts.
Although the same energy produced a very different effect on the master and disciple, it was common knowledge that the less, the more, the more. Moreover, most cultivators were indifferent people. They only cared about the Dao and didn't care about other people's suffering. Thinking about other people's selfishness and indifference, and then thinking about his master's kindness, his gratitude couldn't be described with words. In other words, his master really treated him, Han Jin, as his own child!
And he, he didn't have time to repay anything before he was sent to this world. This was an eternal pain in his heart, a pain that couldn't be touched! He also knew that with his master's level, he didn't have the time and energy to find a second disciple. His master searched in the vast sea of people for dozens of years before he found him. From then on, his master devoted his heart to him, especially when he just started cultivating. He didn't leave his master's side, painstakingly explained the Daoist scriptures, taught him various Daoist techniques, strengths and weaknesses, and gave him the rare treasures that he occasionally encountered. He even forgot about his own cultivation.
Every day, his master had endless things to say. He used to think that his master was used to being lonely, so he wanted to find someone to talk to. He also thought that his master was too long-winded. Later, he understood that a cultivator who was about to touch the Dao couldn't even control his emotions! His master was afraid that he wouldn't be able to master it and would suffer in the future, so he wholeheartedly imparted all his understanding to him!
His inexplicable disappearance was a heavy blow to Master! His master had once said that he would wait for him for ten years. That meant that his master was running out of time. This was his limit. He thought about how his master had gone against the will of heaven and earth by himself, facing the test of the heavenly tribulation with a heart full of loneliness. When he looked up, there was the silent sky, and when he lowered his head, there was the silent sand. If he failed, he would completely turn into dust, and there wouldn't even be a person to send him off. What kind of loneliness was this!
At this moment, Han Jin's heart was filled with boundless killing intent! If he could, he would even destroy this world!
"A stone stirs up a thousand waves …" Han Jin recited in a tone full of vicissitudes, but no one here could understand his words. They only thought that it was a strange incantation.
"Don't let him chant! Charge!! " The mercenaries howled and surrounded him from all directions. They didn't understand how a magician could freely attack and chant at the same time. Unfortunately, now was not the time to think about such things.
Every time Han Jin uttered a word, his body would move to another direction. Every time he uttered seven words, he would launch seven attacks. However, only the first magician who was attacked was injured. The rest of the magicians, under the protection of the magic barrier, only suffered light injuries at most.
No one noticed that the rainbow had quietly flown out of the forest. It stopped in the air, unmoving. The dazzling light flickered as if it was waiting for something.
Han Jin didn't launch any more attacks. His body floated to the left and to the right at times. Whenever he was surrounded by enemies or targeted by magic, he would release the Earthmeld Technique and emerge from another place. His hands, at an extremely graceful and swift speed, were constantly forming hand seals.
However, the mercenaries' fighting spirit was very strong. Moreover, there were many of them. In a short period of time, he was forced to release the Earthmeld Technique four times. However, his spell was almost complete!
The last time he stepped into the city alone, he was invincible. That was because Zagunéd had transferred all the first-rate troops away. The troops left behind were all miscellaneous troops. Moreover, the soldiers' individual combat strength wasn't very strong. Therefore, Han Jin took advantage of this loophole. However, the mercenaries' combat strength was much stronger than normal soldiers. They were also very good at this kind of chaotic battle. Han Jin charged for half a day, but the results were minimal. He couldn't affect the overall situation, and he almost lost his life. He could only use the ultimate technique that he had inherited from his master!
Suddenly, Han Jin's body shot into the sky like a firework. With a wave of his hand, a flash of golden light collided with his own flying rainbow. The flying rainbow seemed to have a life of its own as it let out a sorrowful cry.
In the blink of an eye, the rainbow turned into countless rays of light that scattered in all directions. The rays of light were so dense that they could be described as covering the sky. No matter where one looked, one could see the rays of light flying in all directions!
Within a radius of more than a hundred meters, all the tall trees and bushes collapsed at the same time. The trunks, branches, and leaves were all crushed into pieces in an instant. Clouds of smoke and dust were stirred up from the ground, and various colors were splashed everywhere. There were green leaves, brown tree roots, black soil, and red flesh. There were also fallen helmets, broken magic staffs, longbows, twisted longswords, and battle-axes. Han Jin's single attack had turned this place into a tragic slaughterhouse!
Han Jin's body fell from the sky and then straightened up. No one had to hide anymore. The forest within a radius of more than a hundred meters had been razed to the ground! In addition to Han Jin, there were dozens of mercenaries standing there in all kinds of panicked and embarrassed postures. The dust had settled, but they still hadn't reacted. Was it over?
Under the all-pervasive attack of light and shadow, there was nowhere to hide, let alone dodge. At this moment, it was a test of one's absolute defense. The remaining dozen or so thieves and an unknown number of archers were all strangled in an instant. Almost all of the survivors were mages and warriors. They were better than their companions in terms of strength. One of them relied on a magic shield, while the other relied on their combat power to protect themselves. However, they had now become birds that were startled by the mere twang of a bow. They stood there blankly, not daring to even approach Han Jin, let alone attack.
On the opposite side, Yalina, Sunier, and the others had also witnessed everything. Their expressions were not much better than those of the remaining mercenaries. Was that a small-scale forbidden spell? But why couldn't anyone feel any magical fluctuations? Also, when did Han Jin have the ability to release a forbidden spell?!
Han Jin slowly stretched out his hand, and scattered light spots gathered in his palm. People seemed to faintly hear a sorrowful cry, full of the taste of parting. The flying rainbow had completely disappeared from the world.
When cultivators fought with each other, they didn't just rely on magic weapons. Could it be that the one with the stronger and more powerful magic weapon would be the winner? The one at a disadvantage could only close their eyes and wait for death? As the saying goes, when one is in dire straits, one will think of change. People who are in a desperate situation must try their best to survive. If one's strength was inferior, then one could only seek a breakthrough in technique. Dao also required technique!
What Han Jin had released was a unique skill created by his master. However, because his master had lived for a long time and his character was somewhat rotten, he named the sword skill "A Stone Stirs a Thousand Waves." The waves were sword waves, the real waves of death! At that time, Han Jin felt that it wasn't cool enough, so he changed the name to "Godly Thousand Waves." As a result, he was scolded by his master for deceiving his master and destroying his ancestors. In the end, he had to compromise.
This sword skill was different from Han Jin's desperate explosion of the flying sword. The latter exploded inside the Hydra's body, which produced a miraculous effect. If Han Jin had also exploded the flying sword this time, under the cover of the trees, many people might have survived. It wouldn't have been like this, where all the mercenaries were almost annihilated!
"What … what is that …" The remaining two mercenary corps leaders looked at their sparse companions in despair, but their companions also seemed to be in despair. The three mercenary corps united and gathered hundreds of mercenaries, but in the blink of an eye, only a few people were left. They couldn't accept it!
"It's death!" A sharp dagger silently pierced towards the neck of the sword-wielding warrior. Of all the people present, Gibran was probably the most strong-willed one. Of course, that was if he wasn't facing Julia. He was the first to wake up, and when Yalina forgot to "bless" him, he released an invisibility spell and approached the warrior.
Gibran was definitely not a good person, and he wouldn't remind his opponent. When the warrior heard Gibran's words, the dagger had already pierced deeply into his throat!
"Gibran, I will never let you go!" The warrior with the battle axe roared as he retreated. He knew that he was doomed. With so few people left, they couldn't even deal with a small Red Vanguard mercenary team, let alone a magus in front of him. As for the mercenary behind him who killed a large number of his brothers with one strike, it would be a nightmare for the rest of his life!
"Want to leave?" Gibran sneered. Just as he was about to take a step forward, he suddenly stopped.
In fact, Han Jin wasn't scary. His vital energy was almost exhausted. If someone attacked him at this time, he could at most escape with Earthmeld. Gibran wasn't scary either. He was just a thief, and his lethality was very limited.
The scariest person was Yalina! When the warrior with the battle axe fled in panic, the remaining mercenaries covered their heads and fled. Yalina had already raised her magic staff, and at the same time, the magic shield she released quietly disappeared. Even with the ability of a magus, they could only choose between the strongest shield and the sharpest sword. On one hand, they protected themselves with a shield that no one could hurt them, while on the other, they poured out their magic attacks without any scruples. That wasn't a human, it was a god! The so-called art of battle was constantly changing the balance between attack and defense to achieve a perfect effect.
A series of crisp incantations echoed between heaven and earth, and the magic fluctuations became more and more intense. Unfortunately, no one came to disturb Yalina. Even if everyone knew that letting a magus freely release magic would be a disaster, who would dare to turn back? The mercenaries only hoped that they could be the lucky ones, because they still didn't know what Yalina was going to release.
The sky suddenly lit up, and immediately, streaks of lightning fell from the sky. Nine Grid Thunder Call!
Nine Grid Thunder Call was an extremely terrifying magic. It was also known as a level-one magic, because the power of the Thunder Call was directly proportional to its level. A level-three magus could only release one Grid Thunder Call, which was weak and only covered an area of a few meters. Nine Grid Thunder Call, on the other hand, could attack the space within hundreds of meters and destroy everything within!
The fleeing figures were all enveloped by the lightning. No one could see what was happening inside, and they could only hear the screams from time to time. But everyone knew that those mercenaries were doomed!
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