Alex Sandro was already injured to begin with. Now that he had been hit by his own spirit attack enhanced by the power of the will from the Silver Light Pendant and was trapped in the Castilla magic circle, Connor could not think of any way for Sandro to escape from his hands.
"Who are you? I'm a wizard from the Celta Sect. Wizard Belotti is my teacher! " Trapped in the Castilla magic circle, Alex Sandro was still bleeding from his ears and nose. He was in a sorry state as he carefully guarded against the black mist around him. At the same time, he spoke loudly, trying to communicate with the owner of the magic circle.
Feeling the terrifying power of the magic circle around him, Sandro's heart sank. Although his alchemy knowledge was not enough for him to recognize what kind of magic circle he was trapped in, as an advanced wizard apprentice, he still had the eyesight. He was very clear that this magic circle was not an ordinary magic circle. Considering his current physical condition, Sandro knew that if he continued to fight, he would very likely die in this magic circle.
Therefore, Sandro decisively announced his identity as a wizard from the Celta Sect and the name of his teacher, hoping to make the other party wary.
After waiting for about ten seconds, Alex Sandro did not get any response from the magic circle. Although he was still cautious, he was still happy in his heart. It was as if he saw a glimmer of hope for survival. He felt that the name of the Celta Sect and his teacher had intimidated the wizard who secretly attacked him.
"Who are you, sir? I think there must be a misunderstanding between the two of us. Why don't you show yourself? We can talk and resolve the misunderstanding! " Sandro took a deep breath and said politely with a smile on his bloodstained face. However, the smile on his ferocious face looked very comical no matter how one looked at it.
"Who am I? You've been looking for me for so long. Don't you know who I am? "
Connor, who heard Sandro's voice outside the magic circle, chuckled and said to the magic circle in a somewhat mocking tone.
In the past ten seconds, he had been mobilizing his troops and condensing the Black Warriors in the magic circle to kill Sandro in one fell swoop. How could he have the time to care about a dying man like Sandro? As for the Celta Sect that Sandro mentioned? Even Connor dared to go against the Secret Society. How could Selta teach Gou Liu? And that teacher of an official Magus, hehe! Connor believed that it wouldn't be long before he, Connor Ferguson, would become an official Magus.
Hearing Connor's response, Alex Sandro was stunned for a moment, then his expression changed instantly. He said in disbelief, "Are you the heir of the Ferguson family … Connor Ferguson?"
"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you. Now, I'll ask you a question, and you'll answer it. You should know the consequences of rejecting me!" Seeing that Sandro had recognized his identity, Connor said coldly. As soon as he finished speaking, he moved his mind. In the magic circle, Alex Sandro, who had yet to react to the fact that Connor Ferguson was the one who attacked him, immediately felt that the terrifying magic circle that trapped him imposed an extremely strong restriction on his mind power and magic power.
"So you're already an advanced Apprentice Magus …" Even though the truth was in front of him, Sandro's face was still full of shock. After a moment, the shock on his face all turned into bitterness. He raised his head and looked at the fog around him and said, "It seems that Lindelof died in your hands a few years ago, right? For you to have your current cultivation, it should be all thanks to that fire attribute gem, right? "
At the end, Alex Sandro's voice was full of envy, jealousy, and desire.
Connor didn't answer Sandro's question as Sandro expected. Instead, he once again released a mental attack towards Sandro.
"Humph!"
This time, although Sandro was prepared, the mind power attack was really unpredictable. In addition, the premonition was very small and the speed was very fast. Even though Sandro had already blocked a part of the power, the remaining power of Connor's mind power still made Sandro groan in pain.
"You talk too much nonsense. I'll tell you one more time. Don't try to bargain with me. In the current situation, if I want you to die, you have to die. If I want you to live a life worse than death, you also have to live a life worse than death!" Connor said in a deep voice. His tone was very domineering and very arrogant.
The reason why Connor did not attack Sandro now and wanted to ask questions here was not because he was afraid of Sandro's strength, but because he wanted Sandro to solve some of his doubts. In the current situation, it was not difficult for Connor to kill Sandro, but it was not easy for Connor to use the Mind-manipulating Spell on Sandro and get what he wanted to know from his memory. Therefore, Connor was tolerant and allowed Alex Sandro to live a little longer.
"Connor Ferguson, you can't kill me! If you kill me, your entire Ferguson family will be buried with me! " However, to Connor's surprise, his tolerance was not reciprocated. Alex Sandro shouted crazily at the fog around him, spouting nonsense.
Hearing the words' bury the entire Ferguson Family ', Connor's eyes flashed with an ice-cold light. Although he didn't have much affection for the Ferguson Family, he hated it when others threatened him. Therefore, he could have given Alex Sandro a less painful and straightforward death. However, Connor changed his mind. He wanted Alex Sandro to suffer to his heart's content, and then die in despair while wailing in despair.
Alex Sandro, who had yet to recognize his tragic fate and was delusional enough to use the Ferguson family to threaten Conor for fear of harming him, continued to say crazily, "My mentor Belotti knows that I left the Selta Sect, and so does the Selta Sect. Conor Ferguson, if you kill me, you'll have to bear the wrath of the Selta Sect. No matter if you're going to die or not, the entire Ferguson family has to die!"
Connor did not show his mercy to Alex Sandro anymore. His cold, emotionless voice rang out in the magic circle of Castilla.
"Go!"
Following the appearance of the word "Attack", Sunderland, who was still hoping that the name of the Celta Sect and his mentor could intimidate Connor, was horrified to find that there were ten Dark Warriors around him. They held steel swords in their hands. Their eyes were emotionless, and they did not know pain. They were charging towards him!
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