The blazing fireball did not strike as expected; Ed's fireball extinguished immediately after a brief flash, as if it were merely a display of its power.
He naturally had his own considerations in doing so.
Although this place is spacious, it is still a cave. If the fireball continues to burn, the players might suffocate here.
However, if the fireball is thrown, the resulting explosion could cause a collapse.
The fireball's showiness definitely outweighed its practical value; no wonder Willow didn't use fire magic from the start—she was considering that...
After much thought, Ed used this fireball, capable of turning an ordinary Middle Tier into charcoal, to do something as trivial as using an anti-aircraft gun to kill a mosquito.
Force them to reposition.
Muller possesses the Shadow Traversal ability of the York Lineage, so Ed had just used a large fireball to alter the light source and Shadow in the underground cave, forcing Muller to change his position.
In fact, the marquis could have avoided Ed's harassment simply by emerging from the shadows, but he was so afraid of being hit by the huge fireball that he could only run away following his Shadow.
Muller, now in the shadows, also realized the problem, but the best opportunity had already passed, and he could only continue to move back and forth in the players' shadows.
However, there is some good news as well.
The swarms of annoying electric snakes finally disappeared completely.
Although the Psionic Energy spell lasted much longer than he had expected, it would still be difficult for a Middle Tier lich to cast a second one in a short period of time.
It seems I made the right bet. Neither of the two Middle Tier opponents are particularly durable. As long as I can hold them off and find an opportunity to enter the wreckage of the vehicle filled with Blood Corpse, I still have a chance to turn the tide of this battle.
As long as I can reach that place, even if I can't defeat them, I can leave at my own ease!
Thinking this, Muller felt a surge of excitement; the feeling of having everything under control, which he had briefly lost, had finally returned to him.
The lich hovered in the air. Young people are not to be trifled with; surely a little snack shouldn't be a problem?
Muller was like a great white shark lurking beneath the calm surface of the sea, searching for its prey.
He noticed a player with his back to him, whose Shadow was dark and dense, and which was located in the blind spot of everyone else's vision.
Grab him, drag him into the Shadow, and savor him slowly—that's my favorite dessert.
"Die!"
With a low shout, Muller leaped from the shadows behind the player.
His head and abdomen opened into two large mouths, ready to tear two pieces of flesh from the other's body before capturing it.
At that moment, a pale blue rudimentary magic circle appeared directly above Muller.
The magic circle formed instantly and then began to operate on its own.
Pulled by an arm several meters long, an iron fist engraved with Psionic Energy Circuit appeared directly above Muller.
With his mouth agape, Muller only had time to glance upwards out of the corner of his eye before he saw the fist getting closer and closer...
"Bang!"
A powerful punch landed, sending flesh and blood flying.
The lich, standing in mid-air, slightly loosened his right hand, and the alchemical golem's iron fist disappeared into the cave along with the magic circle, as if it had never existed.
However, the splattered blood and flesh constantly testified to the extraordinary power of that attack.
The player, who had almost become two plates of food, turned around dejectedly, thinking he had been splattered with flesh and blood that could turn into tiny insects, but all he saw was a thin barrier of Psionic Energy.
Willow lightly raised her left hand, and the barrier instantly vanished.
The tiny, fleshy worms, having eaten nothing, sadly mingled with the other flesh and burrowed into the Shadow on the ground.
[ Easily Soluble in Water ] Seeing this, he shook the shoulder of [ Zhongde ] beside him:
"Bro, I think I've played this before..."
You're not talking about 'that', are you?
"Not sure, let's wait and see..."
Undeterred by his failed attack, Muller leaped into the Shadow of another figure, ready to launch another assault.
The player's position was extremely tricky; there was simply no space above him to summon that iron fist.
Muller confidently resumed the hunt, while Willow instantly formed two completely different hand gestures.
A Psionic Energy barrier protecting the Soul Returner quickly unfolded, and then the familiar magic circle reappeared on the rock wall to the player's side.
Iron fists swung, flesh and blood bursting forth.
As a Psionic Energy Master, Willow possesses exceptional talent in time manipulation.
In other words, she always managed to catch Muller at the right moment to attack, making him suffer terribly and leaving behind some unrecoverable flesh and blood.
"Heh, heh..."
Muller, his face contorted with rage, emerged as a Shadow and let out a desperate shout at Willow in the sky:
"I..."
"Bang!"
He had barely uttered a syllable when the alchemical golem's iron fist slammed down, giving him no chance to explain.
"No..."
"Bang!"
" Wens..."
"Bang!"
"Pedigree..."
"Bang!"
"You..."
"Bang!"
"Don't hit me..."
"Bang!"
Muller moved in and out of the shadows at incredible speed, while Willow's alchemical golem used a teleportation array to launch a head-on attack on him in Valhalla.
After being repeatedly pounded seven or eight times, almost all the players confirmed their guess.
Isn't this just like the game of whack-a-mole?
Willow was the player who had already inserted a coin; the Shadow of the Soul Returner were the burrows; the iron fist of the alchemical golem was the hammer; and Muller was the unfortunate gopher...
Seeing this, [ Easily Soluble in Water ] sighed softly:
"It sounds a bit cheap, but I've already started to feel sorry for Muller."
[ Zhongde ] nodded, thinking about Ed's trickery of the vampire, and then looked at Willow, who was having a great time in the air, and sincerely sighed:
"I always felt that the local NPCs were more capable than us..."
"Bang!"
A heavy punch slammed down from a distance, crushing another small lump of flesh into a bloody pulp that then splattered around it.
A single drop of blood narrowly escaped the Psionic Energy barrier and splashed towards the group of players.
Ed reached out and caught the drop of blood in his palm.
The blood sensed the warmth of the living person and, as if it had come alive, began to wriggle in Ed's palm.
In less than a breath, that drop of blood had grown into a worm with a body of more than a dozen rings.
The insect looked no more than the length of a finger or the thickness of a chopstick, but in an instant it revealed its sharp, saw-like teeth and lowered its head to burrow into Ed's flesh.
"Puff!"
A thorny spike sprouted from Ed's palm and strangled the insect.
The Blood Worm wriggled, leaving a trail of scarlet blood on the thorny spikes.
Feeling the blood gradually seeping into his body, Ed closed his eyes and analyzed the situation with Little Green for a moment before finally uttering a name:
Rosalind.