The blood clan was surprised to find that Wyatt closed his eyes tightly.

Is this waiting to die?

It seems that there is no way to know his ability-the young attendant sighed silently.

Only one solution is left.

"Don't always consider the other party's weakness, Wyat. That's what the army commander wants to do." The teacher's words echoed in his ears.

Wyia endured the pain and turned her right hand into a single-edged sword, which changed to a reverse grip.

"More importantly, grasp your own strongest points."

Wyia's breathing gradually stabilized, and a series of sharp forces like a gossip gathered on his right arm.

His pores were stimulated by such a final force and exploded like a spike.

"The powerful swordsmen in history are all self-centered and only have their own sword in their eyes."

For a moment, the blood clan felt that his eyes were slightly stinging at Wyat, as if he was staring at a sharp sword blade.

This is...the power of the end?

The blood clan's face changed drastically.

It must be before he forms a momentum...

Kill him.

"Wave your strongest sword - this is far more important than victory or defeat, and more important than life and death!" In my memory, the teacher said with a smile.

Wyya took a deep breath, like a practice in the tower thousands of times, and the ending force slashed across his body like a blade.

He saw it.

In the unbearable pain, he saw the sharp sword intent emitted, which gave him feedback in this world.

That is the enemy's murderous intent.

It's like a light of fire in the darkness.

So dazzling.

He saw it.

The blood clan roared, his figure rushed, and his sharp claws surged!

Go to death, a short-lived seed with a sword.

You don't have the chance to use your ending power.

"Wyya, understand your ending power."

No matter what the other party is.

Regardless of the strength of the enemy.

Ignore the outcome and gains and losses.

"It is the power to wander on the edge of madness." I still remember that the teacher sighed.

I just need to make sure my strongest blow is enough.

"There is also a badly auspicious name..." She picked up the sword and engraved a few words.

The blood clan smiled hideously and instantly attacked him.

it's over.

"The head of the unrepair." Teacher, she said dejectedly.

Wyatia suddenly opened her eyes.

The sword in his hand has been swung long ago.

The sword comes out without returning.

Unrivaled sharp.

"Puchi!"

Blood shot.

Wyia kneeled down in pain!

The blood clan shattered Wyat's right shoulder clothing and landed on the ground.

The blood clan looked at his claws in confusion.

Didn't kill him?

Why...being biased?

But he soon knew the answer.

The blood clan trembled all over and looked carefully at his arms, where a bloodline appeared.

No.

This is impossible.

With my ability...

He can't beat me!

"thump!"

His arms, from below the upper arm, fell smoothly to the ground.

The blood clan opened his mouth wide in shock.

How sharp is this?

He raised his head and looked at the single-edged sword.

It's just an ordinary sword.

Why?

Then, a bloodline appeared in his chest at the position level with the blood clan's upper arm.

"Dong!"

A dull sound.

His upper body left his torso and fell off.

Smooth incision.

Why—The blood clan thought desperately, he wanted to exhale and roar.

But he could no longer speak out.

A black heart unique to the blood clan was divided into two parts, and pulsed weakly in the upper and lower bodies.

Then, the two torsoes, connected to the blood clan's expression of dying with their eyes closed, turned black, smaller, and shrank together.

"Sorry." Wyia Casso, who survived the disaster, gasped and said to the corpse: "I am not the 'seed' of the Tower of Ending...at least it is not the 'seed' in the traditional sense."

Very dangerous.

It is actually the ability to reverse local light refraction.

Wyia sighed: No wonder I couldn't cut him - because the parts I aimed at were all local illusions he reflected.

It's like a novice who can't hit the river fish even though he's clear of the bottom of the fork.

A sound of footsteps came from behind!

Wyatia gritted her teeth and turned around with her sword vigilantly.

I saw Ptilai supporting Jora, who was covered in blood, and following three private soldiers from the stars behind him, staggering out of the bushes.

"Did you see Your Highness?" Putila asked with a frown.

"I have the same problem." Wyatia breathed a sigh of relief, sat down slowly, endured the severe pain, and used the wild survival method learned by the tower to stop bleeding, while saying with difficulty: "We want to find him right away!"

"You have to plan the worst."

Several private soldiers took over Jorah, and Putilai patted the snow water on his body and tidied up the collar. He pondered for a while, looked at the sunset that was about to go down the mountain, and said:

"The prince is in danger, and we are all the people in front of us."

"It's dusk now, and the smoke from the alchemy ball is too strong, so we can't locate the prince's direction."

"Lord," Jora struggled, "let me go find your Highness..."

"I have a sister who works as a secretary in the Xicheng Police Department...If I die..."

"You won't die! At least not here!" Putila interrupted him roughly.

The experienced deputy envoy in the mission thought for a while and had made a decision.

"Now, when facing such an enemy, we can't do anything at all!"
To be continued...