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"Boom!" A deafening crash rang out as the Horadric Malus collided with Wizard Malon's body. At that moment, Wizard Malon had been placed on the blacksmith's workbench by Abel. The Horadric Malus's Heavy Strike caused countless patterns to appear across his surface once again.

The Horadric Malus possessed miraculous power. It was an artifact forged specifically for smithing, so it had no real attack power, but it could process and transform all kinds of metal materials.

Today, however, the Horadric Malus had met its match. Countless patterns reappeared across Wizard Malon's puppet body, blocking the blow completely.

Abel had already determined that unless he could exhaust the energy supporting the patterns, he had no way to harm Wizard Malon in the slightest.

A trace of smugness flashed through Wizard Malon's eyes. He had suffered countless hardships to merge with this puppet. Now, its might had finally been revealed.

He had always kept the secret of his body hidden and had never revealed it before anyone. He had not even allowed anyone to enter the underground cultivation chamber beneath Frost City where he resided.

There was only one way to contact him: through a communication array. Whether he responded or not depended on his mood.

Abel examined the Crystal Angel Statue in his pineal gland, where the golden energy was slowly dwindling. He was already considering throwing Wizard Malon into the ocean. However, although such an environment might be able to imprison Wizard Malon, killing him would probably not be easy.

A helpless feeling rose from the depths of his heart, leaving Abel weak all over.

He reviewed every ability he possessed and thought through each of his Contracted items, but he still could not find a way to harm Wizard Malon.

Ultimately, the gap between his own strength and Wizard