The sky lay empty; there was no one left near Green.
"Heh heh, how much longer are you planning to keep hiding?"
Beneath the Face of Truth, Green let out a sinister chuckle from deep in his throat. Within that black-and-white, point-and-line vision, supported by the mysterious power of nightmares, beneath the more than ten-meter-thick resource layer of mechanical puppet wreckage lay a Black Terminator disguised as a fragment of a mechanical puppet, slowly writhing.
It was so well concealed that those Level Three Curse Wizards had not noticed it in the slightest. Biological camouflage was not the Black Terminators' only ability.
The reason Little Eight had sent away that last Level Three Curse Wizard was precisely because he did not want the imminent battle to involve him and waste the life of a Level Three Great Wizard for nothing.
"Caw caw caw, Young Master, it's actually ignoring you! It's still pretending down there."
Standing on Green's shoulder, Little Eight's soul and will were linked with Green's. At such close range, he too could spot the Black Terminator that looked like flowing liquid through Green.
In the distance, the repair wizards at the inner Wizard Shield had already begun rushing toward the various energy nodes under the protection of large numbers of wizard legions, repairing the damaged Wizard Shield facilities. Needless to say, this Black Terminators' target had to be those repair wizards at the energy nodes.
Crackle, crackle!
An arm flowing with multicolored runes lightly swung the Extreme Abyss Magic Staff. Atop the Extreme Cold Crystal, condensed from the essence of glacier mountains, wisps of cold air suddenly dispersed. A black flame where light and darkness converged blazed fiercely. As rule-based arcs of electricity from the World Garment appeared, the black flames instantly clung to them, twisting the light