Jia Xiu somewhat regretted wading into this muddy water.
They should never have come to the manor. Something was wrong—very wrong.
First, Elizabeth's illusion had failed, for no apparent reason.
Then, when they tried to teleport over, they were blocked by a strange barrier.
He had not even sensed any magical fluctuations.
There was something "dirty" here!
Standing before the nearly transparent barrier, whose range he could not determine, Jia Xiu felt the greatest confusion he had experienced since coming to this world.
What was this?
It felt different from every spell he had encountered before. It was hard to say whether it was even magic at all.
Margaret's face was also full of shock.
As a mage raised from childhood through formal magical training, she had seen far too many things. This was the greatest difference between taught mages and wild-path mages: she had seen so much, while wild mages sometimes did not even know whether the Magic Grimoire they had learned from was correct.
Yet even though she had been initiated by a legendary Conjuration mage at the age of four, personally taught by another legendary Transmutation mage during her teenage years, entered Saint Dero at fourteen to study under Aurelius, and had treated the Iris Grand Magic Library like her own backyard since childhood, learning tens of thousands of spells, she still could not find anything even close to this barrier in her memories.
Amid her shock, her eyes were filled with bewilderment.
She looked into the barrier, where the Pit Fiend had already begun its one-sided slaughter.
Wherever its battle axe reached, the unlucky people fleeing for their lives were not merely cut apart—they shattered completely. Some did not even die at once. Even with half their bodies gone, the remaining half still struggled on the