Elemental Light Mage

"It's time to die, you little brat!"

The holy sword in Sean's hand flashed with cold light, and he turned into a swift shadow, rushing towards Xi Yeming who was bound by the magic of domination.

With this strike, he wanted to completely eliminate the hidden danger in his heart.

Xi Yeming looked dazed. His mind told him to dodge immediately, but all that surged in his mind were images of cold eyes and scolding - he was just a child.

The footsteps were approaching, as if every step was stepping on his nerves. He gave up resistance and was even ready to witness the end of his life with his own eyes.

In a flash, Sean suddenly had an idea and jumped back suddenly - the huge bone claws slammed down, shaking the ground where he had just stood, creating a deep pit.

But even in the air, Sean did not let Xi Yeming go, and the sword light slashed down like a silver snake.

"Don't even think about it!"

An Qin leaped into the battlefield like an arrow. The special attack of the holy sword had little effect on her. She kicked the sword light accurately and saved Xi Yeming's life.

Bianca rushed to the unconscious Torena and carefully helped her up.

Xi Yeming finally broke free from the shackles of the magic that controlled him. But when he saw his companions rushing to his rescue, his face didn't show any joy of surviving the disaster, but rather a hint of anger.

"What are you doing..."

His voice was low and suppressed. "Didn't I tell you that if something unexpected happens, we should hide in the tunnels and fight guerrilla warfare?"

According to the original plan agreed upon by everyone, if any link goes wrong, no matter how many people are left, they must immediately retreat into the tunnel to buy time and wait for reinforcements from the academy to arrive.

Kasong's skeleton stood in front of Xi Yeming, and the huge bone claws extending from behind him trembled slightly in the air.

"Don't be ridiculous," he said in a low and hoarse voice. "If I really saw your corpse, I'm afraid I would have nightmares every day from now on."

An Qin also nodded in agreement: "Yes, without classmate Xi, we can't fight a guerrilla war. We might as well give it a try here."

Sean stared at the bone claws extending from behind Kason, and a hint of understanding flashed in his eyes.

"It seems you've encountered the undead I killed. Did he give you his remaining strength?"

"It's good that you understand," Kasong's voice was as cold as ice. "I already know your crimes. For the sake of my fallen people, I will destroy you with my own hands."

"Hahaha..." Sean laughed heartily, his laughter full of sarcasm. "The Undead Clan is still like this after seven hundred years. If he was sincerely helping me, how could he have brought about his own death?"

The shrill laughter pierced Kasun's nerves like a needle, casting a shadow over his expression.

"Wait! It contains the effects of control magic, don't let it control you!"

Xi Yeming's voice was like a bucket of cold water, pouring on Kasong's heart and bringing him back to his senses suddenly - he was almost blinded by anger.

The air around seemed to freeze, and between the sword and the bone claws, every breath was oppressive.

"Pay the price for your sins!"

In the end, Kasong couldn't hold back and took the initiative to attack, using his two bone claws to slap towards Sean.

The reborn Sean said disdainfully, "It's just a trifle."

Xi Yeming, who was hiding at the back, sat in meditation and used natural magic to try to heal himself. Biancato helped Torena to come to his side.

"How are you?"

"Not good. If this goes on, Kasong and the others will definitely lose." Xi Yeming's face was pale. If it weren't for the faint light of magic surrounding him, people would really misunderstand whether he was still alive.

Bianca said anxiously, "Didn't you say there was a way to kill Sean?"

"I'm too weak right now to use ultimate magic. Even if I could, whether I could hit the target is another matter."

Compared to ordinary people, Xi Yeming lacks the blessing of magic power and his body is not as strong as others. His condition is completely at the end of his strength.

The most important thing is that Sean can copy three innate magics, which is really beyond expectations.

"Could it be that I've misjudged this? I shouldn't have come to provoke Sean..."

The ending deviated from the expected track. The damage and influence caused by the holy sword to him had stimulated his spirit for a time.

What should we do now?

It is impossible to escape. Sean has gained freedom by regaining his physical body. Once he escapes, he will definitely be caught up. Where can he escape to in this barrier?

Surrender was even more impossible. Sean had already made up his mind to kill Scott, and Scott even cut his wrists, leaving him in a state of uncertainty about his life or death. In this way, Sean had completely lost all his concerns and ways to retreat.

"Think about it quickly!"

Xi Yeming's forehead almost hit the ground. No matter how he calculated, it seemed that the only end left for them was death.

Seeing how hard he was struggling, Bianca didn't know what to say to calm Xi Yeming down.

Time was running out, and Kason and Anqin were beaten back step by step by Sean, and the final winner was clear at a glance.

"..."

Bianca wordlessly put Torena aside and settled her down.

Xi Yeming watched her in confusion as she approached him little by little.

"what are you up to?"

The girl didn't reveal anything to him, but just held Xi Yeming's blood-stained hands.

Then pink magic surrounded the two of them like fireflies in the night, and the flickering light illuminated the boy's face. Xi Yeming felt a warm power being injected into his body, and his limbs gradually got rid of the weakness.

"This is the magic I borrowed from my future self using prophetic magic."

Bianca's words brightened Xi Yeming's cloudy eyes. She smiled and said:

"Tomorrow, Bianca will still be in good health. She will be standing under the sun, basking in its rays, and not trapped in this dark and gloomy enchantment."

"I think someone must have rescued her."

The boy's figure was reflected in Bianca's eyes. At this moment, Xi Yeming seemed to be given an identity that did not yet exist.

Tears fell from her misty eyes. The girl held his hands tightly and encouraged him:

"So please don't give up hope."

This time, it was Xi Yeming's turn to be completely speechless. He shifted his gaze as if he was struggling with something.

Some people are succumbing to unprecedented power, hiding in self-righteous safety and waiting for a miracle that is inconsistent with reality to happen.

Some people are fighting against a force that they cannot match, using their limited strength to try to subvert reality and change the outcome.

Xi Yeming felt sad about all these things.

"If that's the case, then you'll definitely be saved tomorrow," he stood up and looked towards the battlefield, "which means there's definitely a way to break the deadlock."

"Um……"

Bianca's pupils tilted to the side and she lied.

In reality, there was no such thing as tomorrow's self; the prophetic magic told Bianca nothing.

She became a sinner who spread hope.