On the Seven Towers

Peng Ziyi felt blood rushing to his forehead. It was indeed a despicable trap, and it was a simple and direct assassination. But sadly, although they were vigilant, they were unable to stop it.

The core of the traversers, the Management Committee, was attacked under the close attention of him, the Minister of Intelligence. He even watched every step of the other party. It was like an enemy killing your family in front of you. You did nothing when he drew his sword, and you did nothing when he stabbed. When your family fell down with their hands on their chests, you just realized what happened, and you still did nothing!

Shame, guilt, sadness, all kinds of emotions engulfed Peng Ziyi in an instant. When he was drenched in the blood of his companions, he didn't have time to analyze anything in his mind. Even his counterattack at this time was just instinct, not reason.

Wrapped in pure white light, Peng Ziyi hoped that everything would be covered and swallowed by the white, and finally return to nothingness, turning into a nightmare that could be forgotten.

However, the screams of his companions pulled him back to reality from his confusion, and he found that he was already sketching a magic to counterattack.

The moment Peng Ziyi raised his hand to cast the spell, a flash of thought flashed through his mind:

If it happens again, can I change this outcome?

He felt that the answer should be no. When these imperial masters came so close to them with such weapons, the outbreak of this battle had become inevitable. He had no way to stop several high-level warriors and mages from causing damage in such a space.

In other words, the initiator of this incident was the key to all problems!

Chang Lin! Chang Lin!

I want to kill him!

These flashing thoughts did not affect Peng Ziyi's casting process. When he made up his mind, a mental explosion in his hand had been released. By releasing this magic, he increased his mental power output to the extreme, and poured all the negative emotions that were driving him crazy into it. He was like a bull that wanted to die with the bullfighter, and put all his strength into this attack.

If a magician uses vitality, the most precious energy, to forcefully break through the limit, how powerful will his magic be? No one can know clearly.

But at this moment, Peng Ziyi felt that his power was constantly rising and reaching a realm that he could not imagine. Finally, the spell gushed out, and strands of blood flowed from his nose, eyes and mouth.

This mental explosion that consumed vitality was more powerful than any previous time he had cast this magic. At this moment, the realm of the magician could no longer explain the problem. I am afraid that any magic released by any great magician would not have such an effect.

The center of his spell was the imperial people who were killing people wantonly. The mental shock broke out with Favio as the center. Favio, who was swinging his sword at Bai Yicheng, felt a sharp pain in his head, and his legs softened and he knelt on the ground. The sword that was originally slashing at Bai Yicheng's neck slashed his side, cut off his left arm, and then cut into his body. Bai Yicheng, who was also affected by the mental explosion, had lost consciousness and didn't even know that his arm was cut off and a sword was inserted into his body.

Favio tried hard to stand up, but he felt that the instructions from his mind to his body were in chaos. He couldn't even control one of his fingers.

The ripples of the mental explosion spread out, and the mental magic rushed into everyone's body like a group of crazy wolves, tearing the connection between their consciousness and body. Everyone who was swept, no matter what they were doing, lost control of their body and fell to the ground.

Only the female wizard named Aoni, who was far away from the center of the magic explosion and had a shield on her body, survived this magic. But it was obvious that she was frightened by Peng Ziyi's explosion. She could feel the violent breath contained in the other party's magic through the shield. She waved the staff in her hand and tried her best to protect herself.

In the entire conference room, except for her and Peng Ziyi, there was no one standing.

Peng Ziyi pierced Favio's head with an ice spear, killing the leader of the Empire, and then killed the other two Empire soldiers who fainted on the ground. He had to take advantage of the opportunity before they recovered and completely eliminate their threat.

Before he stopped, two fireballs hit his back in succession. A crystal on his protective ring on his finger shattered due to the explosion of the fireball. He turned his head to look at Oni, and the female mage was preparing the third fireball.

"Now it's your turn!" Peng Ziyi raised his hand and hit Oni's shield with a spirit arrow. The female mage saw the bloody man looking at her fiercely, and she took a step back involuntarily.

But she was an elite selected from the Empire's Black Guards after all, and soon remembered what her mission was. She swung her staff rapidly, and a series of small fireballs were launched. These fireballs not only attacked Peng Ziyi, but some were shot at the committee members on the ground. Mo Lanxin, who was lying on the ground, was hit by the fireball and began to burn. She was originally unconscious due to the collateral damage of the mental explosion, but was awakened by the severe pain of the burning pain and let out a shrill scream.

Peng Ziyi saw that Aoni did not stop and wanted to continue burning other committee members to death. He roared and rushed towards her. Aoni threw several fireballs at him. After Peng Ziyi's shield was broken, he used his arms to protect his head and face, and then used his mental power to forcibly resist the fireballs. He rushed to Aoni and hit her body hard. His shoulder hit her abdomen, and he held her waist on his shoulders through the shield. He rushed to the window and threw her directly out.

Aoni broke the wooden window frame, and the glass on the window shattered. She was stunned by Peng Ziyi's crazy attack. She didn't have time to cast any flying and floating spells. She fell directly, first hitting the wall, and then falling to the ground. Before she could get up, Peng Ziyi flew down from the window and stepped directly on her stomach.

He pressed his hand on her face, and ice and snow gathered from his palm. The cold air broke through Aoni's shield and froze her head into an ice ball. Peng Ziyi clenched his palms, and magical energy burst out from the inside of the ice ball, blowing it to pieces, leaving only a headless corpse.

Peng Ziyi slowly stood up, almost losing his balance. He stumbled to the side and supported himself with his hands on the wall. He felt a pain in his throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, leaving a red mark on the wall.