An icy chill traveled down the blade, as though even the surging magic power would be frozen solid along with it.
Weijia's short arm, which had been about to complete the spell's guidance, stiffened in midair, and the flickering glow at his fingertips quietly went out.
As if an invisible hand had seized his throat, he slowly and stiffly raised both hands above his head.
As a spellcaster, no matter how many exquisite Spell Models he possessed in his mind, with a sharp blade pressed against his throat, all he could do was hold his breath and pray that his opponent's wrist would not tremble in the slightest.
What he had not expected was that this seemingly slight drow could unleash such terrifying speed.
It was a kind of Combat Techniques he had never seen before. The blade cut in at an angle that defied conventional habits of exertion, its movements carrying an eerie beauty that made his skin crawl, yet without a single superfluous motion.
A bead of cold sweat slid down his forehead and struck his collar.
All the brutal rumors about the underground world flooded uncontrollably into his mind.
Especially after he had just called her an evil monster without any restraint—though he now tried to convince himself that those had merely been reckless words spoken after losing his notes, he had no time to explain himself at all.
By the logic these spider worshippers lived by, he was about to be separated from his head.
"Siluo'er, stop!"
The blade did not immediately come down.
That gave him the faintest sliver of luck amid his terror, but he did not even dare swallow, afraid that the slightest movement of his Adam's apple would bring it against that lethal edge.
At some point, the innkeeper Kai had already