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The fire-element fluctuations around the black-robed old man were far too intense, nearly beyond his control. From time to time, wisps of flame appeared around him.
Mage Hill was now at his most dangerous point. The slightest carelessness could cause the Spell Model within his body to collapse.
Fortunately, the black-robed old man's Mental Power was far stronger than that of ordinary Novice Spellcasters. Even some First-level Spellcasters could not compare to him; he had reached the First-level Peak.
It was precisely because he possessed such powerful Mental Power that the black-robed old man could barely suppress the Spell Model on the verge of collapse within his body and survive until now.
"Mage Hill, do you need my help?"
Merlin looked at the black-robed old man, whose condition did not seem very good, and asked. After all, if the old man had not disregarded the possibility of his Spell Model collapsing and cast a Spell to interfere with Merilon as he released Dark Mist, Merlin would likely have been staring death in the face himself.
Thus, the black-robed old man had saved Merlin's life.
After a long while, Merlin sensed that the elemental fluctuations around the black-robed old man had calmed somewhat. Only then did the old man raise his head. A trace of weariness appeared on his face, wrinkled like old tree bark, as he said faintly, "Many times, I thought I was going to die, yet every time I failed to die... Heh heh, Mage Merlin, you killed Merilon this time, so the spoils on him naturally belong to you! However, if there are any potions or potion formulas among them, I am willing to exchange any condition for them!"
The black-robed old man