Amidst the flying smoke and dust, Han Jin leisurely walked out. A soft green light was hovering above him. Neither the rolling stones nor the scorching lava could affect him in the slightest.
"Murderer!" Joisse screamed, and a large fireball shot out towards Han Jin's body.
Han Jin waved his right hand, and the green light flashed, shattering the large fireball into pieces. He then looked at Joisse, shook his head slightly, and slashed his sword across the sky. When the Abyssal Mages rushed out of the tower, they only saw a stream of light disappearing into the depths of the earth.
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Seeing this scene, the Abyssal Mages, including Zaguned who hurried back to the underground city, all thought that Han Jin had left, and left satisfied. However, at this moment, Han Jin actually appeared on the deep plains again, leaning on a huge rock and looking down lazily.
About thirty Abyssal Mages were busy at the original location of the Hexagram Array. Although the Hexagram Array had been destroyed, there were still some mysterious runes left on the ground. Their job was to copy all the runes that they could recognize on paper according to their original arrangement. This job was not to be belittled. Magic was originally the specialty of gods and demons. Every race had a huge treasure trove of knowledge, and most of it was learned and copied using similar methods.
There were also many Minotaurs cleaning up the corpses of their companions on the plains. Other than the hundreds of sacrificed vampires, the Abyssal Mages suffered the heaviest casualties. In Zaguned's Botanical Forest Boundary, the Abyssal Mages had beaten the Wyp brothers to the point that they couldn't fight back. However, after a few Abyssal Demons recovered their teleportation ability, they immediately caused great damage to the Abyssal Mages. Dozens of Abyssal Mages lost their lives, and this was because the Demons were determined to escape. If Wyp had wanted to stay and continue fighting, he might have been able to annihilate the entire Abyssal Mages.
An Abyssal Mage in charge of patrolling just happened to walk to the bottom of the hill, and vaguely saw a black shadow on the hill. He blinked and looked carefully, but couldn't see anything. Soon after, he felt wind behind his head, and his body fell to the ground.
Han Jin covered himself with a cloak and slowly walked towards the Abyssal Mages at the original location of the hexagram array. Although most of them had very good night vision, there was no light source on this land. The light of two or three eternal magic lamps couldn't reach far, so no one noticed anything unusual, and they allowed Han Jin to slowly approach.
"Hey, you idiot! You stepped on a rune! "An Abyssal Mage suddenly roared at Han Jin.
Han Jin stopped. The rune mark, which had lost its source of magic, couldn't withstand being stepped on. The rune mark under Han Jin's feet had already turned into a puddle of sand.
The Abyssal Mages carefully from the side, and grabbed Han Jin's shoulder, "Get out! You … You are … "
Han Jin's fist had already been swung out. It seemed casual, but in fact, it was extremely fast and powerful. The Abyssal Mage flew back a dozen meters as if he had been hit head-on by a train. He then rolled seven or eight times, and by the time he stabilized himself, he had already turned into a puddle of mud.
"Careful …" The Abyssal Mage closest to him sensed that something was wrong, and while warning his companions, he released a spell.
The ground trembled slightly, and something like a bamboo shoot suddenly rose from the ground. However, Han Jin had already formed a spell at the same time the magic wave was produced, and his body disappeared on the spot. The next moment, he appeared beside the Abyssal Mage, and a green light flashed, piercing through the Abyssal Mage's chest.
"Kill him!"
"Enemy … Enemy …"
The Abyssal Mages cried out in alarm, and all of their minds locked onto Han Jin. Magic halos rushed into the sky, illuminating the dark plains.
Once again, Han Jin released the Earth Shrinking Spell and appeared behind an Abyssal Mage. Wherever the green light passed, the Abyssal Mage's magic shield was instantly shattered. Then, the Abyssal Mage's body was cut in half, and blood spurted out like a fountain.
Han Jin's Shrink Spell was comparable to the Abyssal Demons' teleportation, but there would be a slight pause when he released the spell because he needed time to form a spell. However, his movement speed was faster than the Abyssal Demons, making up for his shortcomings. Although the Abyssal Demons could fight for a long time, and he was limited by energy, it was enough to deal with these Abyssal Mages without the support of a true powerhouse.
Every time Han Jin launched an attack, an Abyssal Mage would fall in a pool of blood. However, in order to deal with the Weipp brothers, Zagunéd had brought the most elite Abyssal Mages. Even in a one-sided crisis, they were shocked but not panicked. They desperately locked onto Han Jin and released magic while scattering in all directions.
Han Jin's lips curled into a cold smile. These Abyssal Mages were treating him like a demon. Although the Abyssal Demons' teleportation was strange and unpredictable, the distance they could move was only a few dozen meters. What Han Jin released was a Shrink Spell, and if he could only maintain a distance of a few dozen meters, it wouldn't be called a Shrink Spell.
With a raise of his hand and a slash of his sword, blood spurted out. With another raise of his hand and a slash of his sword, blood spurted out again. When the Abyssal Mages pulled away from each other as they wished, more than a dozen of their companions had already been killed by Han Jin. At this moment, they realized in despair that Han Jin could still appear beside them with ease, and swat their companions to death like flies.
In the distance, Alquete silently looked at the dozen or so vampires kneeling in front of him. They had always been respectful when they followed their ancestors, but at this moment, there was only fear on their faces.
"My fallen angel … My fallen angel …" Alquete kept muttering to himself. His sharp eyes seemed to have no focus, and his expression was sorrowful and miserable.
He didn't feel sorry for the hundreds of vampires who had sacrificed themselves. In fact, to any Blood Breed ancestor, their descendants were just tools. In order to strengthen their own strength, there was nothing that they couldn't sacrifice! When Zagunéd came to him, he almost forgot himself and immediately agreed to cooperate with Zagunéd. Although he knew that Zagunéd definitely had some tricks up his sleeve, he was confident in his magic. The power of a vampire came from blood, and the fallen angels born from blood would only listen to his command. There was no way that they would be controlled by Zagunéd. Alquete was extremely excited at the thought of bringing a few fallen angels back to his home. Unfortunately, all of this was ruined by one person!
"Ancestor, that guy … That guy has appeared again!" A vampire flapped his wings and flew over. As soon as he landed on the ground, he let out a panicked cry.
"Which guy?" Alquete roared. He had already forgotten his manners and only wanted to find something to vent his anger.
"It's that Raphael!" That vampire was so scared that his legs went soft, and he knelt on the ground with a thud.
Alquete was stunned. His body suddenly rose from the ground and turned into a huge silver bat, shooting in the direction that the vampire had come from.
At this moment, the battle on Han Jin's side was nearing its end. Although he already understood that there were ignorant and kind beings like Joisse among the Abyssal Mages, he didn't hold back at all. Joisse was just a special case that made his heart soften a little. The so-called special case meant that it wouldn't happen again. At least, there wouldn't be a second one in a day.
The remaining Abyssal Mages had all fallen into pools of blood. More than half of the Minotaurs, Evil Eyes, and Medusas had also been killed. Although they still maintained their courage to fight, shouting and rushing over, to Han Jin, they were just a bunch of jokes.
It's time to go … Han Jin looked around, then slowly formed a seal. At this moment, a silver bolt of lightning shot over from afar. It was particularly eye-catching in this dark world.
Alquete? Han Jin frowned slightly. Then, his eyes became brighter and brighter. He had heard from Guevara that Alquete's strength had reached the peak of the Super Level a long, long time ago! All this time, he had been living with his tail between his legs. But now, perhaps because this trip had gone smoothly, he suddenly had the urge to fight Alquete. He wanted to find out his own position, or at least find out the difference between him and a true powerhouse.
Crushing one ant after another was not considered brave. Facing Alquete, the ancestor of the Blood Race, was the real test. In the past, he didn't have the qualifications to take risks. After absorbing Murphy's blood, his strength had increased tremendously. He could finally cast spells systematically, and was no longer the useless person who used to use all his energy in a few moves.
Alquete had already approached quickly. He spread his wings and turned into a kind-looking elder. He landed about fifty to sixty meters away from Han Jin. Han Jin didn't move. He quietly observed Alquete. The Minotaurs who were charging at him also tactfully retreated far away, leaving the battlefield.
"Lord Raphael? What are you waiting for? "Alquete let out a sharp laugh." Are you waiting for me? Haha … It seems like you don't understand the Abyss World at all. "
"Alquete, ancestor of the Blood Race, I know you." Han Jin said calmly, "But I'm still a lord. I can't just run away when I encounter a little trouble, right? You want me to leave … Sure, but you have to show me your fangs and claws first. "
"Your confidence really surprises me." Alquete's face was slightly distorted. He thought of the few Fallen Angels that were within his reach. "Even Zagunéd wouldn't dare …"
"Zagunéd is Zagunéd, and I am me. Please don't compare us." Han Jin interrupted Alquete's words. "Thank you."
"How rare … How rare." Alquete's long robe fluttered even though there was no wind. His pupils, which had shrunk to the size of a needle tip, suddenly enlarged. In the end, a strange red light ignited in his eyes. "It's been a long, long time. Today, I finally met a little guy who dares to challenge me.
"If you want to defeat me or make me feel fear, you need to release your strength, not convince me with your mouth." Han Jin's gaze was like a knife. He met Alquete's gaze without any fear. "I really can't understand. The famous ancestor of the Blood Race, Alquete, is actually an old thing who likes to talk nonsense."
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