“Let’s evade it before we discuss this further!” Drifting cried out as everyone stepped into the firestorm before them once more. The zing Tree of a Thousand Infernos slowly but surely depleted everybody’s HP, but they had no choice but to bear it.


    Seeing me Singed Clothes hide behind Southern Lone de’s shield as he continued to disy his prowess, War Without Wounds could only grit his teeth and bottle up his anger inside him.


    “Drifting, Cast your own spells to match his! Let’s see who dies first!” War Without Wounds spat acidly.


    “No way!” Drifting and Royal God Call both cried out at the same time. Royal God Call once more revealed an expression as if he had just swallowed poison, allowing Drifting to exin to War Without Wounds, “That guy’s cooldowns are reduced to the point where its unreasonably short. I reckon in the time I can cast two spells, he would be able to toss out five in response. Who do you think will die first?”


    “F*ck, does that mean we are doomed to die like this? Should we call for help? Miles, perhaps?” War Without Wounds grumbled.


    “It would only take a single Blink to get over to them had Miles been with us...” Brother Assist said. These experts were usually rather irate with how Gu Fei’s indomitability would often relegate them to a lesser role, but now that they were at such a critical juncture, each and every one of them missed him terribly.


    “I’m afraid that guy won’t be able to make it here in time unless he falls down from the heaven right now!” the others yelled, even as they once more escaped from the sea of mes and back into the dead end.


    “Don’t just stand there, toss a spell over!” The experts felt disgruntled when they saw me Singed Clothes recast his zing Tree of a Thousand Infernos arrogantly upon the exact same spot the moment the previous one was about to extinguish. Drifting acquiesced to the request of the crowd, raising his magic staff to toss out a zing Tree of a Thousand Inferno of his own. In the end, the enemy had already retreated back after finishing casting their spell, easily escaping to an area where Drifting was unable to reach them with his spells.


    They were all speechless. This was the difference between the terrain either side had to work with! The enemy had an escape, while they had nothing.


    “Got it! Use your spell the next time he steps up. There’s no way he can defend against mes that rise from the ground right, wouldn’t you then be able to interrupt his spellcasting in this manner?” War Without Wounds looked to be as ted, as if he had just discovered the new world.


    Drifting and Royal God Call stared at him together, but because Royal God Call was more familiar with him, he brazenly red at Wounds as if he were looking at an idiot.


    “Don’t blindly hazard a guess if you don’t know anything. When ites to a battle between two experienced Mages, unless they are using instant cast spells, there’s no way they would be able to create a situation where they could interrupt the other’s spell. You can go and mull over the reason for this by yourself!” Royal God Call chided him.


    With that, he added, “Man. Mile’s Lightning spells would be able to interrupt the enemy’s casting if he was here. It’s such a pity we got this useless trash with us instead!”


    “Are we unable to survive this without Miles with us?” War Without Wounds was in tears as he spoke.


    “Watch what I can do!” Royal God Call triumphantly boasted. At this moment, the enemy’s four-man squad was now back to their original position. me Singed Clothes raised his staff and got ready to toss out a Descending Wheel of me yet again when Royal God Call roared, firing off an arrow with his arched bow,nding a hit right onto Southern Lone de’s shield. me Singed Clothes had finished his incantation, so the sky glowed fiery red once more as the seven men ran back towards the sea of mes with their hands covering their heads.


    “Watch your d*mn head!” War Without Wounds berated Royal God Call. He originally thought that arrow of his was going to turn the tables, yet nothing changed.


    “What do you know!” Royal God Call replied.


    After suffering the usual damage they took from standing in that sea of mes, everybody retreated back to their original position. Right at the moment that zing Tree of a Thousand Infernos was about to die out, Royal God Call once more drew his bowstring back and sent another arrow flying out.


    “Just what does that rascal think he’s doing!” Even though there was a wall of fire and a sea of mes between the two teams, Southern Lone de and the others could still clearly see the action they were taking, so if Royal God Call knew there was be a Warrior holding a shield blocking the attack, what was the point of him taking potshots like this for? Was he trying to use this method to slowly shave his HP down?


    Southern Lone de could not help but chuckle to himself mirthlessly. Even though Royal God Call’s ranged attack was far more fearsome than the average Archer, he felt that Royal God Call’s attempts at reducing his HP would only result in those seven men dying before he did.


    He continued to block with his shield as he thought about this, not feeling at all surprised when he heard the resounding thunk of each arrow meeting his shield. But suddenly, he felt a sensation that he had never felt before travel through his shield. It was an attack that seemed to possess a sort of continuous force to it, nothing huge, yet it felt extremely swift. Before Southern Lone de could react to what could have caused this, he felt that force prate through his shield, even going so far as to pass through his body, as well!


    “Am I about to die?” Southern Lone de felt his heart lurch in that moment, but a quick nce at his HP saw that it had only lowered insignificantly, dealing the same amount of damage a basic attack would. Just as he calmed himself, he promptly heard a cry from behind him, “F*ck me!”


    “How did he shoot me?” me Singed Clothes lowered his head and stared at his chest. There was no arrow stuck to him, yet he had felt a force pass through him. The damage was slight, yet it had managed to interrupt his spellcasting!


    Royal God Call knew he had seeded the moment the zing Tree of a Thousand Inferno had ended, yet the new spell had yet to be unleashed. He turned round to raise a V sign to the other experts with him, “Oh yeah! Piercing Attack!”


    Royal God Call’s third bow, Point of Ephemera, had a 10% chance to Pierce, and had pred for this shot.


    “Let’s go!” Everyone did not even waste time to admire his pose as they seized that moment to charge ahead.


    Without the zing Tree of a Thousand Inferno under their feet, everyone plunged through the Ptial Balefire with full HP. Perhaps the damage from Ptial Balefire was already enough to instakill them, but at least they were more confident broaching the wall of me without having to traverse the sea of fire.


    With me Singed Clothes’s zing Tree of a Thousand Inferno unexpectedly interrupted, and not being able toplete his cast in time, the spell was nevertheless still on cooldown. No one was more aware of how much damage me Singed Clothes could deal than the man himself. He knew things had taken a turn for the worse when he saw the experts before them were about charge across the row of mes. He did not spare a thought what would happen next, deciding to block off the situation before him before further discussing the matter in detail.


    He once more extended his magic staff and drew a line upon the ground as he yelled, “Ptial Balefire! Ignite!”


    The seven of them were all stunned when they heard this incantation. Everyone had already thought it was really ludicrous how me Singed Clothes was able to consecutively maintain a sea of mes with his zing Tree of a Thousand Inferno. They had not expected Ptial Balefire to be even more preposterous, as me Singed Clothes was able to cast it before thest one he cast had even ended! Just as these seven experts suspected he was trying to fool them, another wall of me had already surged up to the sky.


    With two rows of mes aligned one after the other, the mes present looked all the more enchanting. These experts had the guts to try and brave one wall, but none of them were feeling confident now that there were two rows.


    me Singed Clothes tossed out that Ptial Balefire and quickly pulled up his Skills interface and examined it, finally sighing in relief after sweeping through the cooldown timers listed. He already had the perfect n to force the enemy back to their original position once again, so this sudden change had been shocking, but not dangerous.


    Just as his heart eased up, he caught sight of Drifting step out from the crowd as he casted his spell, “Icy Mirage! Split!”


    “F*ck, what’s the point of using that now?” Royal God Call rebuked as Drifting’s Icy Mirage formed up. The four Driftings took a corner each, forming a square, and one of them had actually formed up past that wall of mes.


    “Could it be!?” All the experts had the same thought when they saw this. Why would Southern Lone de and his men dare to be carless the moment they saw Drifting suddenly split into four, with one of them right in front of them? They quickly hurtled towards him, only to see Drifting raise his magic staff high in the air, “Blossoming Crimson Lotus! Expand!”


    Three other Driftings were standing over by the side with Young Master Han and the rest. The fact Drifting was willing to risk using this skill had already demonstrate the truth; the real Drifting was the one that had made it past that wall of mes, for that was the only Drifting whose Blossoming Crimson Lotus would not reach the six of them.


    Ignoring if they received any damage or not, each of the Blossoming Crimson Lotus for all four Drifting looked exactly alike and in that instant, the ming petals that bloomed from the four of them simultaneously looked to be no less intense and incandescent than the two Ptial Balefires.


    The self-proimed Fire spell expert me Singed Clothes instantly knew the sight before him was trouble as he quickly called for Southern Lone de to block it.


    Southern Lone de understood and already had his shield at the ready before him, with me Singed Clothes and the Priest immediately shrinking to take cover behind him.


    The burgeoning mes looked as if it was about to envelope all that stood in its way, but that unknown shield Southern Lone de had on him was truly extraordinary. It actually held back the st of fire that sought to devour all in its path in a way that allowed the three men to take cover against this congration, leaving them unscathed as they watched the firestorm dumbfounded.


    While the three of them had managed to survive this tide of mes, the same could not be said for theStealthed Thief ckwater.


    The moment Drifting appeared beyond the walls created by the Ptial Balefires, the man had already gotten close in hopes of dealing a Backstab to the Mage. Yet he did not expect Drifting to burst forth a spell that covered the whole 360 degrees around him; his Stealth state was interrupted the very moment the fire touched him. Blossoming Crimson Lotus was a fire spell that pushed forthyers of damage like waves, so ckwater could only watch as he saw his HP drop like a stone in a well. He knew escape was futile so he decided to continue his charge instead, prepared to put his very life on the line in hopes of delivering this Backstab to his target.


    A sudden whistle in the wind could be heard!


    Drifting hurriedly turned his head back the moment he heard this, andhe could not help but be shocked when he saw was a Thief firmly clutching a pair of daggers in hand darting towards him. Before he could even react, the sound of metal plunging into flesh could be heard from the Thief’s back.


    That Thief transformed into white light and disappeared within the fiery deluge. MMOs had always dered the death of yers without a margin of error. As long as their HP werepletely depleted, the victim would instantly disappear without even the slightest bit of struggle. So even though ckwater’s dagger was but 0.01cm away from Drifting, not a single point of damage of that attack registered on the Mage.


    On the other side of the fire wall that continued to rage, Royal God Call tossed his bow aside, wailing aloud as his left hand held his right, “AHHHHHH! Will my hand rot as well!?”


    Southern Lone de and the two men with him were currently hiding behind that shield of his, so none of them had a clue when the spell Drifting used would end. They could only gape at the red hot mes that rolled past, not daring to move an inch from their cover. They had no choice; no matter how experienced they were as experts, the fear of the unknown was the only feeling they had when faced against a spell they had not seen before.


    As for me Singed Clothes huddled right behind him, he stood upright the moment he felt it was safe and immediately waved his magic staff, “Fireball, shoot!”


    “Argh!” me Singed Clothes managed to toss out his Fireball sessfully, but he immediately took an arrow to his head in the next moment. It was the most powerful skill in Royal God Call’s arsenal: Snipe. No matter how indomitable a Mage was, there was no way they would be caught wearing any equipment that gave high enough physical defense to weaken the damage of this Physical attack Royal God Call made. me Singed Clothes was insta-killed right where he stood, leaving just that Fireball he had tossed, which had no magical power now that it had lost the support of its owner.


    Even more pitiful were his tworades, Southern Lone de and that Priest. Witnessing me Singed Clothes disappear the very second he stood up only made these two men shrink themselves deeper behind the shield, afraid to pop out from behind its safety.