[First release! Someone keeps hammering and hammering me today, begging for recommendation votes for support!]
Cook could no longer hold on. His right arm was already injured, which was extremely fatal for an Elemental Swordsman and caused him to lose almost the majority of his combat strength.
Count Sailin was the most nervous. He watched Cook anxiously, a trace of anxiety appearing on his face as he shouted at the old man in the black robe, "Mage Hill!"
At this moment, the wrinkled face of the old man in the black robe appeared very calm. He gently stretched out his withered hand and said in a soft voice, "It's been a long time since I last made a move... A Three-Element Mage? Hehe, Merilon, if you truly only possessed Three-Element Spells, I'm afraid you wouldn't have been absorbed into the Abyssal Fortress. Bring out your strongest strength!"
"Swish."
Just as the old man in the black robe finished speaking, his figure abruptly surged forward. His usually thin and frail-looking body actually contained a powerful explosive force at this moment, rushing into the dim night in the blink of an eye.
"Old fellow, aren't you afraid your spell models will collapse if you act so recklessly?"
Seeing the old man wrapped entirely in the black robe, Merilon's eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression immediately turned solemn. Clearly, he seemed to recognize the old man in the black robe as well.
However, Mage Hill acted as if he had not heard Merilon's words. While charging forward, he raised his hand high.
"Swish, swish, swish."
Five fireballs instantly appeared, cutting through the dim night sky and hurtling toward Merilon with a whistling sound.
This was the Zero-Level Spell Fireball, no different from Merlin's Fireball. However, when released by the old man in the