Even now, with a buff that doubled his damage and halved the damage he took, he could still only flee as his opponent hunted him down.
Once those buffs switched sides, what could he possibly fight back with?
The Black-Robed Man could almost imagine the miserable state he would be in then...
The Black-Robed Man, who had all but stopped resisting, suddenly began struggling like a madman again. Like a dying man's final rally, he shouted and attacked every creature around him without stopping. At that moment, he was no longer a mage but a Berserker, desperately trying to break out through physical strength.
Unfortunately, with such a panicked fighting style, imagining himself as a god descending to earth would do nothing to change reality.
Mu You led his Summoned Beasts in a clattering barrage of blows, and the Black-Robed Man's health bottomed out even faster.
This death dropped the Black-Robed Man to level 18, instantly stripping him of nine attribute points.
It was as though the floodgates had opened. From then on, the Black-Robed Man died and lost levels faster and faster.
On his sixteenth death, the Black-Robed Man lost another level, falling to level 17.
On his seventeenth death, he dropped straight to level 14, completely losing his tier suppression over Mu You.
Even more terrifying was his eighteenth death. An experience penalty of over a million instantly sent the Black-Robed Man plummeting to the lower limit of level 10, reducing him to an ordinary person who had never evolved.
Moreover, when the Black-Robed Man was killed for the eighteenth time, three pieces of equipment suddenly dropped where he died: a breastplate, a pair of leg guards, and a belt, all shining with dazzling purple light.
Three pieces of Epic Grade equipment!
Mu You's eyes lit up.
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