Chapter 468 - 447: One More Update
The man looked up, and in that instant, he saw the fear in the Junior Mage’s eyes, then belatedly touched his own face, realizing that the Kung Fu he had initially maintained had lasted for such a short time.
"Senior Brother Feng, you..." The Junior Mage took a step back, his hand involuntarily reaching for the Magic Artifact at his waist. However, as inexperience still plagued the Junior Mage, before he could grasp the Magic Artifact, his indecision about whether to make a move allowed "Senior Brother Feng" to act swiftly. Though it was his first encounter with this Spell, his agility honed by long battles of life and death naturally told him that this was not the time to hesitate.
The Junior Mage wanted to make a move, but it was already too late. The man pounced like a wolf, and before the young man could counterattack, he was swallowed by a dark red smoke.
"Feng... Brother..." The Junior Mage uttered his last words, his body slowly stiffening like the original Senior Brother Feng. In the following moment, the "Senior Brother Feng" before him visibly shrank down, gradually turning into a pool of black water. The dark red smoke slowly seeped into the Junior Mage’s body; moments later, the stiff Junior Mage’s eyes shifted and his body slowly turned, his bones cracking loudly before he stepped outside.
The rare pallid sunlight fell on the snow. The young man’s gray-white robe dragged through the snow, the hem already filthy, yet he seemed utterly indifferent. His steps were stiff as if frozen, slowly moving towards the camp.
In the camp, the mages continued patrolling everywhere, and those who got along well did not cease their frolicking even in the bitter cold. There was laughter and chatter scattered throughout the camp entrenched with Maze Formations, none of them realizing that their numbers were diminishing one by one, danger creeping ever closer.
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Master Ling Yi, leading his people, crossed over a mountain ridge covered in dazzling white snow. Some marks could not be erased: the varying depths of footprints exposed traces because there had not been much snowfall in the last two days.
"Brother, there should be eight people," reported the mage scouting the path. Master Ling Yi nodded. Along the way, he could sense the aura of Ghoul Ravine, so naturally, he wasn’t afraid of being misled by the scout. Moreover, the catch from Ghoul Ravine had been secured by their people using Spells to extract information, hence, Master Ling Yi was quite confident in this pursuit.