Another Soul Shock missed, and Morpheus grew even more furious.
Lynn's figure leaped from the shadow behind him, and a Space Blade swept across!
Morpheus's Soul Shield activated reflexively, but just before the blade touched him, a sudden numbness struck deep within his soul—
[ Soul Rend ].
Another "light jab" that forcibly interrupted his casting rhythm.
Yet in Lynn's hands, the timing of that jab was terrifyingly precise. It came at the exact instant his mental power flowed back and his shield was at its weakest.
The Soul Shield stalled for half a beat.
The blade had already arrived.
A second head flew into the air.
Morpheus's vision spun, fell, and went dark.
Before his consciousness sank into darkness, he used the last shred of his will to activate a second Death-Substitution Contract.
Another lv5 Primary Soul opened its eyes and dragged him back from the brink of death.
Morpheus revived once more, but his aura had already weakened by nearly half.
The life-saving trump cards he had refined over forty years—both of his Primary Souls had been used up in the time it took to drink a cup of tea!
And he... no longer had a third Primary Soul!
He raised his head and looked at the figure flickering in and out of sight within the mist. For the first time, the urge to retreat arose within him.
What kind of monster was this? Had he really only just advanced to the Second Ring?
This was the first time he had ever encountered such a fighting style.
Was this still a Black Wizard? Wasn't he just a pure space assassin?!
But... he had no way whatsoever to deal with this space assassin!
His wizardry was inferior, his physical attributes were inferior, and his combat skills lagged far behind!