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"Heh heh..."
Suddenly, a piercing, cold sneer shattered the stillness of the night.
The black-robed old man, who had been sitting motionless and using all his strength to suppress the agitation of the Spell Models within him, suddenly rose shakily to his feet. His eyes were fixed on the massive Fireballs, and a trace of excitement appeared on his pale face.
"It seems this old man on the verge of death can still be of some use."
Intense fire-element fluctuations flashed across the black-robed old man's body. His immense Mental Power erupted without warning, and his entire body seemed to be drowned in fire elements as a berserk aura spread through the night.
This was the result of the black-robed old man forcibly activating his Spell Models and casting a Spell despite their instability within his Sea of Consciousness.
Whoosh.
A Fireball appeared out of thin air. Under the black-robed old man's Mental Power control, it instantly tore through the night sky and shot straight toward the place where Merilon had vanished moments ago.
Bang.
The spot had originally been empty, but as the black-robed old man's Fireball struck it, a dull impact rang out. A figure faintly appeared where the Fireball had hit—it was Merilon!
Merilon's face was pale. Although an earthen wall beside him had blocked the black-robed old man's Fireball, he did not breathe a sigh of relief. Instead, as though he had foreseen some terrible danger, his eyes stared straight ahead.
Merlin's eight enormous Fireballs were hurtling toward him with a howl.
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