Angele’s countenance changed. He retreated one step then raised his right hand.
A golden magic circle manifested on the empty ground before him and began spinning slowly.
*BAM*
Golden light came forth from the soil and streaked towards the arrow-transformed Terry.
Ten more rays of golden light shot out of the ground one by one, all of them flying towards the lightning arrow.
Thin green mist drifted across the air as the rays of golden light all streaked away. Parts of the mist took form into several triangle-headed, green snakes with green glowing eyes. These mist snakes similarly shot towards the lightning arrow.
Rays of golden light, venomous snakes, and poison mist were all intercepting Terry, who had transformed into the golden lightning arrow.
Angele maintained a calm composure. He lifted his right hand and unleashed two lava balls. Simultaneously, a black light flashed in his eyes and the silver metal separated from his body which shapeshifted into a countless number of needles floating in front of him.
Several glowing black needles were hidden amidst the hail of silver needles—a simple but deadly tactic.
Angele pointed forth before him.
*CHI CHI CHI*
The sound of a volley of arrows being unleashed from bows simultaneously echoed.
Hundreds of silver needles whistled towards the lightning arrow.
By now, Angele’s face had already turned pale due to the consecutive casting of spells. He immediately retrieved two mana potions from one of his pouches and opened it.
He quickly chugged the two glass tubes empty. A sweet and refreshing fluid flowed down his throat, and he now felt much better than before.
He had spent too much mentality and energy particles due to the two magic circles he had set.
Furthermore, he had used a large portion of his mentality to strengthen his metal forcefield and manipulate the flying silver needles. In his previous encounters, Angele had used this exact tactic several times already. Not only these silver needles dealt physical damage, they were also infused with the ability to petrify whatever and whoever came into contact with it.
Once Angele emptied the potions, he looked at the approaching arrow with complete focus, thinking about his next move.
*BAM*
The lightning arrow decelerated to a certain extent every time it was struck by the streaks of golden light. Terry made attempts at dodging the streaks but had still been struck seven or eight times, causing her speed to dramatically plunge.
Following after the golden rays, the green, venomous, mist snakes jumped onto the lightning arrow. Each of these mist snakes that were about one meter long successfully eliminated some of the lightning pulses surrounding the arrow.
Due to this, it shortened the lightning arrow’s length from two meters to one.
The figure of Terry’s face gradually took form on the arrowhead.
"You think you can stop me with those petty tricks?" Terry, looking at Angele, mocked.
*CHI*
The golden lightning arrow suddenly absorbed all the lightning pulses surrounding it. A materialized long arrow, which seemed to have been made out of gold, took form.
*CHI CHI CHI*
The streaks of golden light and the mist snakes were destroyed. The arrow flew straight into the hail of silver needles.
*Clank Clank Clank*
It sounded like metal pins hitting a large metal shield.
"What a waste of time…" Terry’s voice came from the arrowhead. "I’m disappointed. You are way weaker than I have expected and…Ugh!" But suddenly, she grunted.
*BOOM*
The arrow exploded into innumerable lightning pulses that soon reformed into the figure of Terry, who was still adorned in a long, white robe.
She had an irritated expression on her face. A black needle had pierced her right chest. From the small puncture on her chest, her body was being petrified.
Terry tapped the triangular rune on her forehead. It flickered with light.
Underneath her feet surfaced a golden green magic circle. It had a complex structure; many runes were spinning above it.
*BOOM*
Golden runes, green smoke, and pulses of lightning merged into one before exploding into a bright ball of golden light.
The glaring light caused Angele to cover his eyes with his hand. He was blown away by the shockwave produced by the explosion.
At Terry’s original location, only a three-meter-tall ball of light remained.
This ball of light started rolling forward, its size ever-changing and its surface enveloped by lightning pulses.
Angele was still recovering from the damage he received. He felt a sensation as if his skin was being pricked by numerous needles.
Peering ahead, he conjured another pair of lava balls while watching out for any movement coming from the ball of light.
*BAM BAM*
The pair of lava balls sank into the light-ball and exploded.
*CHI*
Out of the blue, a golden laser beam coming out of the light-ball darted out at Angele.
The laser beam was too fast such that Zero’s warning was rendered useless. Angele failed to dodge this. His vision blurred for a second. He could feel the laser beam piercing through his right chest.
*BAM*
It felt like he had been struck by an elephant. Angele stumbled ten steps backward. He could hear the bones of his body breaking. Due to the intense pain, he nearly blacked out.
Angele tightly grasped at his right chest. The invisible shield created by the crystal scorpion was penetrated through and destroyed, then it slowly dissipated.
His chest had been burnt black. Many of his ribs had fractured. The metal barrier covering his body had been eradicated.
The ball of light soon became transparent until it slowly and completely disappeared. It reformed into Terry, who had similarly been injured to a severe state.
There was a huge bloody hole right in the middle of her chest. Barely any flesh was left.
"Two offensive magic circles. How much mentality did you spend? You are crazy." Terry glared at Angele. "I must admit, I have underestimated you."
Angele was confounded. Terry was still alive even after being inflicted with such a terrifying injury. He thought that only rank 4 wizards could survive an injury of that level. The only and biggest difference rank 2s and rank 3s had was the gap in mentality levels.
Although Terry was only a rank 3 wizard, the power of her spells was comparable to the ones Angele cast, more or less 200 degrees. Angele had thrashed the woman with four lava balls, two offensive magic circles of the high tier, and his special needle yet the woman still had enough strength to retaliate.
Angele had realized that he was up against a formidable opponent.
"Is that so? Am I now a worthy opponent?" He sustained a deadpan expression as he tried to remain calm. Angele had been severely wounded by the light-ball. Nonetheless, he had an absurdly high stamina and the assistance of the ancient bloodline he possessed.
His chest wound had already begun recovering at a ridiculous rate. Newly-formed tissues and flesh had already replaced a part of the burnt area.
"There is another soul within you. I can feel it. You cannot hide it from me." Terry deeply breathed and put down her hands. Her chest was no longer bleeding. She should have taken doses of high-quality healing potions or used enchanted items that had healing effects.
"Which one is it? Perhaps you are thinking that the soul will help you once you fall into danger?" Terry shook her head. "Unfortunately for you, I have a special item in my pouch that can restrict that soul’s ability. Several minutes ago, you nearly died yet the soul did not help you. Do you not think it is strange?"
"Huh?" Angele faked a surprised expression. "What are you talking about?"
"Don’t even try to lie. Right now, that soul cannot communicate with you. It probably thinks you are still safe, but it will die once I kill you. It’s simple." Terry lifted up her right hand and summoned even more lightning pulses. It quickly conjured into two golden pavises.
"Die!" With two shields of roughly a meter in height, she shouted and charged forth at Angele.
*Crack*
Suddenly, a huge crack appeared on the cliff.
The cliff could no longer handle the force from all the spells they had cast.
Strands of black smoke appeared above the Abyss Canyon. Innumerable black eyeballs came into being.
These black eyeballs were the size of a human head. These were floating in the air without a noise. All of these were looking at Angele and Terry with such greed, as though these eyeballs wanted to devour the two wizards alive.
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On the other side of the Abyss Canyon.
Stigma was kneeling on the ground, scowling at Cena with hatred in his eyes, and was panting.
Suddenly, he noticed the black eyeballs that were floating.
"Those are…?!" Stigma’s pupils constricted. "Death Eyes…"
Cena’s mien distorted upon witnessing such queer scene.
"Death Eyes can kill rank 4 wizards…Wait…has the final stage almost been completed?!"
"What? Final stage? What are you talking about…" Stigma was confused.
Cena looked at him but did not answer the question.
"This fight has to be postponed. The Death Wave is coming. I must go. We shall meet again," he said after picking up his left arm from the ground.
"Wait, what about your friends?" Stigma narrowed his eyes. "Do they know about the Death Wave, too?"
"Naturally," Cena replied.
*BAM*
A loud noise from the other side echoed in the air.
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Angele silently stood holding one wide-blade sword in each of his hand. The cliff he was standing on could fall into the abyss anytime.
After scanning it using his biochip, he now knew that those black eyeballs were dangerous and that he should try to stay from the black smoke. He was not even sure whether Henn could block it if she was not in her soul form.
Terry and Angele would both die if they, at the very least, touched the black smoke somehow.
The endless black smoke could easily deal more than 1000 degrees of acid damage and kill anyone within its effective range.
Angele’s heart was beating fast. The life-or-death situation he was presently under somehow excited and relieved him. For him, this was quite enjoyable.
It felt like walking a tightrope without any lifesaving measures. One wrong step and he would fall to his death.
Terry was standing opposite Angele. Still, she too was standing on the cracked cliff. The woman looked at Angele. Two deep holes could be seen on the pavises in her hands, such damage was inflicted by Angele’s swords.
"Why are you still here?" Terry questioned him in a calm tone. "The Abyss Canyon will soon be sealed by the Death Wave. You need to be at least three kilometers away from this place. The Death Wave can easily kill any wizards below rank 4."
"I’m not leaving." Angele swung his swords several times in the air. "Don’t you think this is beautiful? I am so excited that my body is trembling. Finishing the battle at this place will be my ultimate happiness." He licked his dry lips and smiled.
"Wizards shall all rot in a life of peace. We may die together in this battle, but our final moments will be enjoyable. You may only experience such once in your life." Angele spread out his arms.
Terry narrowed her eyes. "You’ve lost your mind." She jumped forward, turning into a flash of lightning.
"No. This will be an unforgettable memory for us both." Angele smiled. A red beam was unleashed from the musical note located in the middle of his chest.
*BAM*
Tarry returned to her original form forcibly without a warning. She dropped to the ground and shook her head several times.
"You! How dare you!" Holding her pavises tight, she roared at Angele.
*BOOM*
The cliff they were standing on completely separated from the canyon. Thus, there began the descent of the two wizards into the endless darkness alongside broken pieces of rocks and the dirty mud.
The scene looked like a gigantic yellow boulder sliding into the abyss from the edge of the canyon.