"Was he planning to slit his wrists and kill himself?"
Beyond the crisscrossing spell-light came a hunter team's joking laughter. But no one took the remark seriously. Any wizard with even a little knowledge of Black Magic knew how closely blood and curses were linked.
At once, everyone went on high alert, watching the slashed wrists, the blood welling from the intersecting wounds, and every tiny movement of Wotrey's raised hands.
"After a long wait, the pain first disappears, then returns..."
Hundreds of crimson eyes opened and closed, spilling an eerie light. The Black Wizard's gray-white hair hung loose, spreading into the void like long, writhing snakes. Beneath the Night Veil that covered nearly half the battlefield came the old man's cold, shrill chant:
"...We open our eyes wide and wipe away our tears
Then we see the truth..."
This was the Strange Ballad that had sounded in the Silent Forest not long ago. Now it had become a sinister spell. As the chant continued, the blood pouring from his wrists broke apart into droplets of every size. As though threaded on invisible strings, they hung in the Night Veil, shining with an unsettling red light.
"...Pain is the fruit of truth
Pain will purify the blood
And blood will illuminate all things..."
Bang!
Bang! Bang!
An invisible, crushing pressure descended from above. It clung to them and surged through every weakness in the flow of Magic Power. Several hunter teams that had already suffered heavy losses could no longer maintain their Second Tier Battle Formations. Their true forms collapsed one after another, including the You Zui Hunter Team's.
This time, as Zheng Qing fell out of the formation, he felt as though he had plunged into water.
Brilliant red flooded in from every direction. A cold presence fought its