Wizard Bloodline
Chapter 63

No One Will Mourn Your Death

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Boom!

The massive Energy Light Sphere exploded with a thunderous blast, sending out a huge, visible white shockwave. Several nearby skeletons were tossed into the air like straw.

Ronan lowered his staff and stared straight ahead.

Before him lay a straight path that had been completely cleared.

At the end of the path was a battle formation torn open by a massive gap, and at its center, two faces filled with shock and bewilderment.

"What are you standing around for? Get out of here!"

Ronan shouted. Lei Ni and the Hook-nosed Wizard, who had been stunned by the power of Ronan's Energy Missile, finally snapped out of it and sprinted toward him.

With Ronan's current strength as a Level Nine Apprentice, even without activating his domain, the Energy Missiles he cast in his normal state were still terrifyingly powerful—enough to instantly kill a host of high-level zero-tier spells.

"Huff... huff..."

Lei Ni and the other man ran desperately to Ronan's side. The Hook-nosed Wizard was gasping for breath, the shock still not gone from his face, while his eyes remained fixed on the staff in Ronan's hand.

"A Tier 1 Magical Item?!"

Ronan could not be bothered to answer him and simply kept running.

The Hook-nosed Wizard's face stiffened at being ignored, but the clustered skeleton warriors were relentlessly pursuing them from behind, so he could not say anything else.

They were, after all, undead servants without anyone controlling them. Though their strength rivaled that of intermediate apprentices, their reactions were sluggish and their movements were not particularly agile. The three gradually pulled away from them.

Just as they were about to leave the cemetery grounds, a fork in the road appeared ahead.

The road straight ahead was much like the one they had taken before, except it was now

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