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"Die!"
Merlin's speed surged as he swiftly closed in on the silver-haired old man by surprise. He could even see the fear on the old man's face.
"Dark Mist!"
Without any hesitation, Merlin cast Dark Mist three times in succession, nearly shrouding the entire cave.
"Dark Mist? Hehe, do you think you can make me fall into an illusion?"
The silver-haired old man's voice was shrill as he laughed. At the same time, Merlin sensed an enormous wave of Mental Power erupting instantly and tearing apart the Dark Mist.
Although Dark Mist could make people fall into endless illusions, it only worked against those with weak Mental Power. This silver-haired old man had inherited the Ritual Witch's legacy, and his Mental Power was exceptionally strong. The Mental Power he unleashed had already reached the peak of a Second-Level Spellcaster and was faintly approaching that of a Third-level Spellcaster.
Such immense Mental Power could easily tear apart Merlin's Dark Mist. He would not fall into an illusion at all.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh."
At the same time, Merlin keenly sensed intense danger behind