"What exactly is the person sending me messages? What is their purpose?" Wilson pondered as he fled by teleporting.
He knew that the person who had cast that strange curse on him had to be waiting ahead.
Otherwise, there would have been no need for them to guide him here.
There were only two possible reasons for this: either they wanted to intercept and kill him, or they wanted to save him.
But Wilson had no room to choose, because even if he did not go in this direction, he still could not escape Kamaso's pursuit.
At this moment, only a dozen or so pairs of eyes remained on Wilson's face, exposing most of his features. The disappearance of those Cursed Eyes also represented the depletion of Wilson's strength.
Shadow Traversal was, after all, an eighth-level witchcraft. Wilson was only a seventh-level wizard now, so using it was still far too strenuous.
At the same level, relying on the Cursed Eyes, Wilson could almost instantly kill seventh-level wizards of the same realm.
Even if he encountered eighth-level witchcraft, Wilson could still kill its caster as long as he paid a certain price.
But unfortunately, the one pursuing him this time was a ninth-level wizard—and a wind-element ninth-level wizard at that. This left him with almost no hope of survival.
I hope that person is here to save me. No matter what their purpose is, as long as they give me time to leave behind my legacy, that will be enough. What Wilson cared about most was still the inheritance of his knowledge.
But soon, Wilson's spiritual power detected a familiar yet unfamiliar aura ahead.
It felt familiar because Wilson sensed Hill's aura on this person. After all, he had spent three years with Hill and was very familiar with his