"No... no, no no no! My attack failed, but this... this was only a small mistake. You still can't do anything to me. Yes, my 'Mind Teleportation' is an invincible genius invention, ahahahaha!"
Clearly having never expected a Morningstar Golem to suddenly appear before him, Walkerway was still talking big to bolster his courage despite his shock, but his eyes had already widened and his voice was trembling. The battle-experienced Red Robed Mage understood perfectly well that Punk had kept Kexviya, this crucial trump card, hidden until now because an even deadlier finishing move must have been waiting for him. If he, a "squishy" mage with only three layers of magical defenses, could not escape this deep shadow quickly enough...
Morningstar level Mind Spell—Mind Teleportation!
Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately began casting. His reaction could not have been faster. "Dead Wen Feng Lantern" was about to use his countless-times-tested escape method to avoid whatever danger might come next. At that moment, his smile—madly confident yet carrying a trace of unease—had begun to blur and waver along the boundary between reality and illusion, while the blade gripped tightly in his shriveled hand still tried to seize its last chance to stab Kexviya's delicate face.
But... how could "Whisper of Destruction" possibly let Walkerway escape so easily after carefully planning this act of playing weak to lure in a stronger enemy for so long? In fact, before the Mind Teleportation spell model within the Red Robed Mage's soul could fully take effect, those sinister Dark Gold Eyes had already flared brightly in the pitch-black night!
"An 'invincible spell'? Do you truly believe that, Mr. Zuo Mi? That so-called 'invincibility,' boasted of with the intelligence of a mongrel and the face of a beast, is as absurd and laughable as the immortality