Hassan's Strange Attitude

After using a potion to restore himself to peak condition, Locke immediately flew back toward the original battlefield, where it had all begun.

About twenty minutes later, he returned to the edge of the original Zone D Quarantine Zone and found Albert. Albert's right arm was already gone, leaving him with only his left arm.

As for the Black Wizard named Morris, who had been fighting Albert, he stood motionless in place, looking extremely strange.

When Locke drew near, Morris suddenly said, "That defensive Magic Plant in your hand was truly too troublesome."

"If not for it, I could've at least escaped."

The next moment, his body began to collapse. Like countless falling blocks, it crumbled apart in an instant.

Those were the injuries inflicted by the First Ring Magic Plant juvenile, Space-Rending Curved-Leaf Fern. His body had long been sliced apart by Wind Element blades equivalent to countless incomparably sharp divine weapons. The slightest movement would cause him to fall into pieces. Not even a Vampire Baron's Undead Body could save him.

Locke looked at Albert. "Senior, do you need treatment?"

Albert waved his hand. "No need. I cut off my right arm myself because I was hit by one of his Rot Curses. If I hadn't cut it off, my entire body would've rotted away."

"Once we're back, I can have it dealt with at the Healing Hand Clinic, and it'll grow back."

"By the way, Locke, I should thank you for the defensive Magic Plant you gave me earlier, Perseus's Eye Lichen. That defensive Magic Plant is simply perfect against Curse Magic. It could neutralize and reflect all of the opponent's Curse Magic. Hahaha... I've never held such a massive advantage in a fight against a Black Wizard of the same level."

Albert gave Locke a thumbs-up.