"What kind of spell is this!"

The gray-eyed cultist who was closest to subconsciously wanted to avoid the flying orange light. A chirping sounded. Under Lance's full force casting, a thin flying needle quickly pierced into his chest and opened a small hole in his heart.

"Everyone turns on the defensive spells!" Forreland shouted sternly, and hurriedly imposed three or four defensive spells on himself.

In fact, although he shouted that it was everyone, there were only three Gray-eyed Cultists who were still alive at the scene. The rest had long been slaughtered by Lance.

"If the defense spell is useful, Field would be too frustrated to die!"

Lance sneered, and a surging magical frenzy poured out of his body.

In an instant, the sky was filled with orange and yellow light!

In the dense woods, these orange-yellow lights seemed to wove into a huge net, covering everyone, including the death-eating python.

Screams rang out one after another, dense cracks appeared on the faces of the two gray-eyed cultists, and then a large amount of blood gushed out from the small holes!

Their bodies immediately collapsed.

Forreland was shocked. He wanted to control the death-eating giant python and pounce on it and die with Lance. Who knew that when he tried to command the giant python, the latter's vitality was actually exhausted!

He looked closely and found that from when there were countless tiny holes on the surface of the giant python!

It's exactly the same way as the two Grey Eyes Cultists' death!

Forreland finally began to feel fear.

"Damn it! Is this still the strength of a level one spell? This is almost as good as a level two spell!" The second-level wizard cursed angrily.

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"Those orange lights are so amazing..." Valerie said with a serious face: "I have never seen such a powerful first-level spell."

"So too." Dora shook her head and said with a wry smile: "No wonder he doesn't need our help."

"Why didn't he attack that second-level wizard?" Landry hesitated and raised his own question: "From the first attack before, he had a chance to kill the opponent; as a result, he did not. This time, those orange lights still did not cover the side of Forreland..."

"Maybe he was hiding farther," Dora guessed, "Beyond his casting distance, the death-eating giant python was closer to the gray-eyed cultists."

Just as they were discussing, Lance waved his hand and instantly took back the blood-stained magic needle in the iron box. He jumped high, jumped over the corpse of the death-eating giant python, and grabbed the remaining Gray-eyed Cultist.

This guy was already scared by Lance's killing performance. The reason why he was able to escape under Lance's magical flying needle was entirely because he was lucky enough to hide in a closed tree hole.

Lance grabbed the other party and forcibly suppressed the desire to kill in his heart, but threw it away with his backhand.

The Grey-Eyed Cultist was thrown at the camp gate by him in a panic.

Dora and others immediately reacted, and they rushed forward and subdued the gray-eyed cultist.

"Is this the living he left for purpose?" Landry couldn't help but mutter.

"Be careful!" Dora looked behind Lance.

A green ring enveloped Lance.

The next second, Lance's body immediately became stiff and could no longer move.

"Is it secondary immobilization technique..." Lance tried to move his body, but still couldn't break free from the control of the ring. "Control me for three seconds at most."

He looked at Forreland. The latter took advantage of the moment when Lance was dealing with the Gray Eyes and finally successfully attacked and released a second-level spell.

However, his second-level spell is indeed a bit watery. When a real secondary immobilization technique is applied to a first-level wizard like Lance, it can be fixed for more than fifteen seconds. Although Forreland's second-level spell looks similar, its spell strength is almost one-fifth of the original one.

"Go to die!" Forreland pointed at Lance with the tip of his staff.

The next second, the fire flashed at the tip of the staff, and a huge fist rushed out of the flames violently.

"This is the Fist of Flame!" Dora exclaimed: "The witchcraft that has both flame and force field damage in level 2 witchcraft is not directly under the power of the human body!"

But they are far apart, so they can only watch this situation.

The barbarian wizard groaned, his body twisted suddenly, and an imperceptible sound wave was emitted in a direction!

This is an infrasonic wave that cannot be heard by human ears, and can only be received by animals with wide acceptance frequency.

In the flash, there seemed to be a giant hand pushing the Fist of Flame and moving three feet to the left!

Even so, the Fist of Flame still hit Lance's right shoulder, and the effect of the immobilization technique disappeared instantly, and he was smashed and flew backwards.

The flames tangled on Lance, as if they were about to swallow him completely.

Forreland had a hint of hideousness on his face, but his eyes were a little panicked.

"Damn guy, I can only use three second-level witchcraft a day. If I can't handle him with the fixed technique + the Fist of Flame, I'm afraid I can only run away!"

The flames were burning, but soon, a cold breath came. In the grass, Lance slowly stood up.

He was covered in a faint layer of frost, and the necklace around his neck was shining with a slight light.

The Fist of Flame is indeed a real level 2 witchcraft. If Lance was not hit by the Barbarian Wizard Gang, he would probably be seriously injured.

"Some internal organs are displaced, and the skin damage is serious..." In Lance's right eye, the fox quickly recalled Lance's current physical condition.

His reaction was quite fast. The moment the immobilization technique disappeared, he immediately activated the [Hurry Freezing] on the necklace. This necklace was taken out of him when he encountered a Rainbow Island apprentice in the foreign land of Ferrondor, and it had never been useful before.

Originally, rapid freezing would freeze Lance into an ice sculpture. However, Flame Fist is a second-level witchcraft after all, and its strength must exceed the solidified spell of rapid freezing. So after Lance launched rapid freezing, the ice spell factor and flame offset, leaving only a faint layer of frost on his skin.

By chance, this result just fits his wish.

He ignored the severe pain from his body surface, but raised his hand and pointed it at Forreland.

The latter was shocked.

A bright fire flashed by, and the molten fire ray hit Forreland's layers of defense spells, with a slight deviation.

With a muffled sound, the fire pierced into Forreland's shoulder blades, almost smashing his right shoulder!

The second-level wizard's face immediately turned pale. He raised his staff with difficulty and chanted a few short spells.

In the blink of an eye, his body began to collapse rapidly.

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Countless sounds of wings flapping sounded, and Forreland turned into dozens of crows and flew into the sky.

Lance stood there quietly, not stopping the crows from escaping.

In the blink of an eye, these crows disappeared into the woods.

After the noise, the woods became extremely quiet again, and the forbidden magic warriors had already fled without a trace in the battle.

The sunlight shines through the gaps between the leaves and sprinkles of light. Below the light spots are corpses with blood flowing.

Lance took a deep breath, and his brain, which was originally a little confused, became extremely awake.

After a brief vent, the desire to kill in my heart seemed to calm down a lot.

Lance even noticed that after this killing, his physique actually improved by 0.1.

"For the heart of evil, can killing improve your physical fitness?" Lance frowned.

He could already feel that the pure evil thought hidden in the heart of the evil demon was gradually awakening and began to affect his mind.

In a trance, he remembered the conversation with the old devil.

...

"what do I do?"

The old man smiled slightly: "Use your heart to control it."

"I have no heart anymore. This is someone else's heart." He said coldly.

The old man pointed to his head, smiling without saying a word.

...

"Do you have to use your will to control this evil thought?" Lance thought silently in his heart.

"Lance?"

Dora walked over with some trepidation and asked, "How are you?"

Lance looked up at her and nodded, "No problem."

Dora suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. She looked at Lance up and down, and suddenly covered her mouth and said, "You are quite scary just now."

Lance smiled and didn't explain anything. It's hard to say that his condition just now was entirely due to the influence of the evil heart. Deep down in his heart, he actually suppressed for a long time and wanted to vent.

A few unpleasant bird songs suddenly came from afar. A smile appeared on the corner of Lance's mouth: "It seems I have to go first."

After saying that, he activated the Thunder Elf boots and rushed into the jungle in the distance.

Dora stood there in a daze.

Landry asked strangely behind her, "What is he going to do?"

The barbarian wizard said in a muffled voice: "Stalk."

...

Deep in the Heavenly Cemetery, time and space gradually distort.

Six figures floated helplessly in the air. In the sky, a huge vortex was constantly spinning, trying to pull the six people in.
To be continued...