Witcher: I Can Extract Everything

What caught Hollander's attention was Heath's side.

On that side, they were also attacked by Harker's spatial ripples. However, unlike Hollander's side, which did their best to defend, Heath did not defend against the spatial ripples at all.

Not only did he not defend, he was still attacking.

He kept waving the Red Demon greatsword in his hand, slashing towards the spatial ripples that were flying towards him.

And every time he swung his sword, large amounts of wind blades would surge around him. The vast momentum and surging energy were not weaker than the spatial ripples in front of him.

Hollander was shocked. "Rule-type spell!"

The special rhythm of the wind blades surging when they swept up was something that no knowledgeable Wizard could mistake.

At the same time, the two rule-type spells began a head-on battle.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A deafening rumble sounded, and the wind blades and spatial ripples in the sky exploded in the air. The huge amount of elemental fluctuations had completely distorted and torn the entire space.

There was even a tiny crack between the two, and within the crack was a black void.

Anyone who was familiar with the structure of the world would be able to recognize the identity of this void crack at a glance. It was the void that was everywhere in this world.

Hollander and the Witches could not help but take a deep breath, and a trace of cold sweat appeared on their foreheads.

The void was an existence that even the Stigmata-level Wizards did not dare to touch lightly. Now, it was actually activated by two junior Wizards.

This was the strength of the rule-type spells.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The battle was still ongoing. Harker kept on vibrating the harp strings and creating spatial ripples, while Heath kept on brandishing his cross-shaped sword and slashing out wind blades in retaliation.

Seeing that the battle was still going on, Harker was clearly a little anxious. Unlike Heath, who had completely mastered the rule-type spell, he only had a little understanding of the rule-type spell.

The reason why he could use the rule-type spell at this time was mainly because of some special methods, but the borrowed power was only temporary.

"D*mn it! Die! Die!"

In his anger, he roared and increased the frequency of plucking the harp strings. The ripples he sent out grew more and more concentrated.

Under such a concentrated attack, Hollander and the others could no longer withstand it. They did not dare to continue standing in front of Harker. Instead, they controlled the kite shield to move far away.

However, Heath was still standing where he was. It was as if his legs had taken root and sprouted on the ground.

He only increased the frequency of Red Demon in his hands. He adjusted his speed to match the frequency of Harker's strumming. His face was calm and there was no sign of panic.

"This... This guy is a monster... A monster!"

"Too powerful, too powerful!"

"Is he really just a beginner Wizard?"

Hollander and the others behind him were completely stunned.

Harker's burst of rule-type spells was already shocking enough. They did not expect Heath to have mastered a rule-type spell as well, and he was clearly more proficient than Harker.

'Since when did rule-type spells become so worthless? Isn't that a domain that only advanced Wizards can come into contact with?'

Hollander was extremely shocked.

At the same time, the battle ahead was nearing its end.

The borrowed power was still borrowed. As time passed, the silver light and bright runes on the harp had gradually dimmed.

The speed at which Harker plucked the harp's strings had also obviously decreased. The originally dense spatial ripples had gradually become numerous. Harker's trembling hands and his increasingly pale face all indicated that he was currently struggling.

After this continued for a while, the music suddenly stopped, and Harker's spell also stopped.

Heath, who was opposite him, could not help but frown. "No more?"

This was the first time he fought with another Wizard who mastered a rule-type spell. The reason why he did not dodge or defend just now was precisely because he wanted to see his opponent's rule-type spell and understand some knowledge of the rules.

During the battle just now, he did feel some different rules that he had never understood before.

If he continued, these rules would definitely be very helpful for him to break through the second domain of swordsmanship.

"How... How... How is it possible... How can you still be alive..."

Harker seemed to be unable to accept the truth. His expression became crazy as he looked at Heath in front of him and muttered to himself over and over again.

"It's impossible for me to fail! It's impossible for me to fail! It's impossible for me to fail!"

"No one, no one can win against me!"

He roared furiously as he crazily plucked the strings in his hands.

However, at this moment, the luster of the strings had already dimmed. The plucked strings only produced some random noises. There were no longer the terrifying spatial ripples from before.

"Move! Move! You piece of trash! Trash!"

Finally, under his incessant plucking of the strings, the harp in Harker's hand finally shone with a silver glow once again. A wave of power had once again gathered.

However, before Harker could be happy, a 'bang' sound was suddenly heard from the strings. A string was cut in the middle, the power that had just gathered suddenly surged out from the broken strings like a wild beast that had lost control, and it struck straight at Harker.

Harker's eyes were about to split open. "No!!!"

At the same time, a huge ripple appeared in the space and struck Harker's body. Harker's body first paused, and then his entire body twisted and deformed...

Boom! A loud noise was heard.

Broken body parts flew everywhere, blood splattered into the sky, and the whole forest was dyed red in an instant.

Harker up ahead...

Boom!

Dong! A heavy sound was heard.

The harp that Hark had just held in his hand fell upon the grass, and the broken strings were drowned in blood.

Heath walked forward, picked up the harp, and took out a handkerchief to wipe the bloodstains on it.

The structure and style of the harp were no different from an ordinary harp. The body part of the harp was a sculpture of a young girl, and the two arms and legs were stretched out at a right angle, forming the main body part of the harp.

'Harker can use the rule spell probably because of this harp, right?'

Heath looked at the harp in his hand curiously.

When he was fighting with Harker earlier, he clearly felt that Harker's power came mainly from the harp. Clearly, Harker had used some kind of power from this harp to cast the rule-based magic.

'What kind of harp is this?'

'Can this harp be extracted? What will be extracted?'

Wondering, Heath thought to himself:

'Extract!'