The Fraudster's Victory

On the fifteenth level of the Silent Helix, as Thunder, Rain, Wind, and Fire swept through, a tiny Holy Domain was pinned against the wall like a tottering shelter.

Yin Gula stood in front of Gwen, shrinking the Holy Domain as much as possible. The larger the Holy Domain, the larger the area it had to defend, and naturally the more Spell Power it consumed. Right now, Yin Gula had to save every bit of Spell Power. Ideally, the Holy Domain would shrink until it clung tightly to his body, but he had to protect Gwen, so the Holy Domain needed enough space for two people.

But the situation kept worsening. His Spell Power had already dropped to one-third, and after the "Psychological Shadow Shockwave," the Black Feather Artificers had entered a completely closed-off state. Yin Gula had failed to lure even one of them out to be slaughtered.

Even when Black Crow scrawled all over their Holy Domain barrier, not a single Black Feather Artificer glanced at him, as if they had taken him for a noisy crow.

"Surrender, Sir Yin Gula." Mercury Trojan Horse regained his posture of having victory in his grasp. "You have nowhere left to run. My Black Feather Guard will not be deceived and bewitched by you again."

"I never deceive anyone," Yin Gula said. "I merely tell people a story they are willing to believe."

Yin Gula had to admire Mercury Trojan Horse. He had deliberately pointed out that the Black Feather Artificers were jealous and afraid of Black Crow, thinking he could plant a thorn in their hearts, only for Mercury Trojan Horse to pluck the thorn right back out and heal the wound with spit. The scar left behind after the wound healed had not become the source of the Black