Under the crimson full moon.
Snowflakes danced in the sky.
Interweaving with the snowflakes was purple lightning.
At this moment, Gounières was in this sea of purple lightning, like a god.
Although Gounières, who was in the middle of the purple lightning arcs dancing wildly in the sky, looked majestic.
In fact, Gounières was already suffering unspeakable.
Although he had already drunk a bottle of high-grade rare-quality elixir in advance.
The elixir didn't seem to have much effect.
In the middle of the battle, Gounières, who was madly casting spells, could feel the tearing feeling in the depths of his soul, and it was getting more and more intense.
The release of dozens of high-grade spells previously had already damaged Gounières's soul. At this moment, the continuous release of this ordinary spell was even more crazy testing the edge of courting death.
When he started to cast spells madly, Gounières felt that the frequency of his one-second overlap had plummeted.
Originally, he could cast fifteen spells in a second.
Now, he could only cast seven or eight spells in a second.
If that was all, it would be fine.
This frequency of seven or eight spells in a second was enough to suppress the rank four Shadow Assassin, making the guy who was targeted run for his life and unable to cause any harm to him.
He could even hit one or two times from time to time, injuring the opponent, and even forcing the opponent into danger many times.
The one-second overlap of the instant-cast spell, coupled with his extremely high reaction speed, gave Gounières the advantage.
But the problem was.
When the frequency of the one-second overlap reached the level of seven or eight seconds, Gounières felt the pain in his soul become more and more intense. In the end, it was almost unbearable for Gounières.
Even if Gounières forced himself to endure, his vision would turn slightly black, and his casting wouldn't be as smooth.
Gounières could only lower the spell to the level of four or five spells in a second.
Four or five spells in a second was enough to be in a stalemate with the opponent, and even occasionally conducted a few electric arcs to burn the assassin's body, causing a certain degree of injury.
However, as he continued to cast four or five spells in a second.
At this moment, Gounières had already felt the pain in the depths of his brain become more and more intense.
His head felt as if it was about to split open.
Obviously, the state of four or five spells in a second couldn't last for long.
Feeling the intense pain in his head, Gounières missed his peak state of casting fifteen spells in a second.
If he really returned to his state of fifteen spells in a second, this rank four Shadow Assassin would be blasted into pieces in a few seconds by Gounières.
"Although my soul is very powerful, I'm only a Transcendent Rank-1 caster."
"" Gounières of Dark, "Gounières," In the end, it's is, "Gounières", "Gounières.
"Gounières Gounières" Gères ", Gounières" Gounières ""
"Gounières" "Gounières" Gounières "" "" "" Gounières "
Gu Nie suddenly clenched his teeth and endured the intense pain from the depths of his soul. He began to madly chant incantations.
However, as soon as the frequency of overlapping increased,
"Kacha …" Something in his head seemed to have broken.
"" "" "Gounières" "only felt his vision go black, and he even staggered slightly.
Soon after, the entire world began to spin.
"" "" Gounières "" felt as if his soul was floating in the sky.
The intense pain filled his mind, but as a mage, "" Gounières "" still retained a little self-awareness.
"Bang!"
Something seemed to have hit the ground.
"" "" Gounières "" felt a little cold at the back of his head.
The dark scene in front of him slowly opened up.
What entered his eyes was a huge crimson moon and snowflakes dancing in the sky.
The snowflakes were constantly hitting "" "Gounières" "face, and it was very cold.
Not far away, the rank four Shadow Assassin stood alone in the wind and snow, and he could only catch a glimpse of his figure.
"" "" Gounières "" struggled to get up, but found that he couldn't feel his body at all, and he couldn't move at all.
"" "" Gounières "" … "
After a moment of silence, Gounières guessed his situation.
Just now, when there was a problem with his soul, the other party had seized the opportunity.
If he guessed correctly, his head should have been flying in the air for quite some time.
"Luckily … I'm facing the sky. When I die, I can still enjoy the beautiful moonlight."
The strength of the Blood Cursemancer allowed the Gounières to remain alive for a long time even after being beheaded.
"When he revives, I'll use the Soul Stabilizing Divine Ring Curse to freeze him in place, then blast him to death!" Gounières was already preparing for his funeral.
Gounières was indeed about to die.
But that Shadow Assassin wasn't any better.
His speed was greatly reduced, and he had almost used up all of his tricks. Gounières had revived and was at full health. If this guy still dared to fight head-on, he would definitely die.
Footsteps could be heard.
Gounières saw the face of the Rank Four Shadow Assassin. It was a Dark Elf, with dark skin and handsome cheeks.
"You're very powerful. Among all the Spell Masters I've fought, besides those Rank Four Spell Masters, you're the biggest threat to me."
The Dark Elf Shadow Assassin said softly.
"If you weren't Rank One, you might not be the one to die. What a pity!"
"Yes, what a pity!"
Gounières sighed.
"You know what? The one to die today will be you, not me. "
Gounières' smile was outlined on his face.
As soon as he finished speaking.
"Puchi!"
A crisp piercing sound could be heard.
A purple, almost black war blade pierced through the Dark Elf's chest.
The Rank Four Dark Elf's face twisted, and he wanted to struggle.
But the war blade shone with a purple luster.
As the purple luster surged, the Dark Elf's body, with the purple war blade as the core, shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
A moment later, this powerful Rank Four Shadow Assassin had already turned into an old Elf corpse and died.
That blade seemed to have stolen all of his life.
As the battle blade was pulled out, the Tier 4 Dark Elf fell head-first to the ground.
This sudden scene made Gounières somewhat stupefied.
"Hey, I wasn't talking about dying like this!"
As the corpse fell.
A familiar face wearing a black robe and holding a dark purple short blade appeared in Gounières' vision.
Gounières exclaimed in shock.
"George?"
This guy who killed the Rank Four Shadow Assassin was the Rank Three "Time Hunter" George.
Gounières didn't expect to meet him here.
Looking at the corpse five or six meters away, the blood splattered all over the ground, and the miserable state of Gounières, who was rapidly losing his life.
Coming to the side of Gounières' head, George sighed slightly with an apologetic and ashamed expression.
"I came late. I just finished chasing the enemy and felt the battle here, so I rushed over."
"I'm sorry …"
Gounières didn't have time to dawdle with him and quickly interrupted his apology.
"Don't just apologize. The corpse isn't cold yet. I think it can still be saved."
"Ah …" George couldn't help but be stunned.
The vitality of Extraordinaries was very strong. With their heads chopped off, they could still live for a while.
But if you were to say that you could reattach a severed head and still be alive, that would be impossible.
Perhaps only a Master Transcendent would be able to do that!
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