It was over!
At the thought of the consequences of enraging Yucali, many wizards nearly fainted on the spot.
Obili was even more dumbfounded. He simply could not understand why his good disciple would commit such a frenzied, heartless act.
He staggered to the window of the Wizard Tower and gazed toward Yucali several light-years away. At last, he slowly sank to his knees, tears streaming down his face.
He was a sinner—a sinner of the Wizard Isles.
As an intelligent wizard, after his initial shock, he had already realized that Maha was suspicious. The other party was most likely a deeply concealed spy or assassin whose purpose was to destroy the Wizard Isles.
Meanwhile, Aiou lay upon the tip of Yucali's wing as Yucali tried to save him. Time within the range of its wingtip was flowing backward, and countless energies attempted to repair the small hole in Aiou's heart.
But Maha's fatal assassination was no ordinary attack. As the foremost assassin in the cultivation world, if his attacks could be repaired so easily, what the hell would he be an assassin for?
Red energy clung to the wound in Aiou's heart. Like a disease embedded in the bone, it could not be removed at all. Even one as powerful as Yucali could only seal the wound and prevent blood from spraying from his heart.
But that could only delay Aiou's death. There was already something wrong with his heart. Every beat brought that red energy down on it like poison, eroding it bit by bit.
"Looks like this assassin was no simple figure. But Little Yukali, don't vent your anger on those innocent people. This person probably had nothing to do with those wizards," Aiou said with a smile as he lay there.
Yucali asked in confusion, "Aren't