Another World: The Failed Magician

Finally, after the death toll reached 400, the hybrid dragons realized that there was no way out but to escape.

Finally, led by several dragonmen, the chaotic escape came to an end, and the group managed to regroup.

The Netherworld Iron Cavalry could no longer reap their lives as easily as before.

Often, after killing three or four people, a Netherworld Iron Cavalryman would also be dealt with.

As the number of cavalry gradually decreased, the pressure on everyone also lessened considerably.

All of this was seen by Lu Xuan high above.

So, is this still not enough?

As time went by, he could clearly feel his memories of his previous life fading away little by little, and the speed at which this was happening was getting faster and faster.

The feeling was even more unbearable than he had initially imagined, as if someone had torn his soul apart and taken a piece out of it.

The pain from the depths of his soul tormented him constantly.

Before long, the last Netherworld Iron Cavalry was also destroyed.

Even the Netherworld Iron Cavalry, which had been entangled with the mixed-blood Martial King, was ultimately defeated due to the difference in raw strength.

There were at least 500 other mixed-race people present.

With the help of other mixed-race individuals, Yunxi finally managed to defeat the skeleton who had been holding her back.

However, she wasn't having an easy time either. In order to quickly get rid of the skeleton, she had just taken a hit from it.

Although the dragon blood within her body was healing the surface wounds, her depleted magical power could not be restored so easily.

It seems we've been forced to this point.

White's image appeared in Lu Xuan's mind.

"I never thought I'd still have to rely on you in the end."

As he spoke, a halo appeared behind his head.

The Wheel of Fate!

White naturally passed this trick on to Lu Xuan as well.

Unlike White, Lu Xuan's Wheel of Fate displayed a black halo.

Five dark red flames flickered above the halo.

A dark red flame immediately went out.

Lu Xuan's mental strength immediately increased significantly.

White's Wheel of Fate burns life force to enhance the strength of the physical body, while Black's Wheel of Fate does the opposite.

It enhances the strength of the spirit by burning one's life force.

With the blessing of the Wheel of Fate, Lu Xuan was barely able to withstand the pain emanating from the depths of his soul.

He closed his eyes and used his soul to sense the deep black door.

He could sense that within the endless darkness, there existed something terrifying.

He could sense a terrifying presence nearby within the reach of his spiritual power.

Lu Xuan desperately mobilized his mental energy, trying to touch that terrifying existence.

Not even close.

No.

Still a little bit.

Lu Xuan gritted his teeth, and another dark red flame went out.

He finally came into contact with that terrifying being.

Looking at the corpses scattered at their feet, the mixed-race people couldn't help but feel a sense of relief, as if they had survived a catastrophe.

They discovered that the eerie black gate had remained silent for a long time after they had destroyed the Netherworld Iron Cavalry.

"it is finally over."

Suddenly someone in the crowd said this.

Just then, the sound of footsteps slowly came from behind the dark door.

The sound wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears precisely.

Moreover, everyone could feel the voice getting closer and closer to them.

Something is about to come out of the gate.

The mixed-race people, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, were now on edge again.

No.

Can't delay any longer.

The three guardians sensed that a new enemy was about to appear after they entered the black gate.

The headless knight finally revealed a slight opening under the relentless attacks of the three men.

The three worked in perfect unison, simultaneously igniting the dragon blood within their bodies.

The three protectors reached their peak strength at the same time.

The headless knight raised his long sword and slashed it down hard at one of them.

A blade flashed across the sky, and an arm covered in blood appeared in mid-air.

It knew it couldn't stop it and had completely given up on defense.

Three attacks landed on it.

The armor was pierced instantly.

It was completely torn apart by the three people's attack.

Then the warhorse let out a mournful neigh and turned into a wisp of gray smoke, dissipating into the air.

It's finally resolved.

However, the protector in the middle lost his right hand.

If he hadn't just slightly deviated from his course.

That would be more than just losing your right hand.

He channeled the dragon blood within his body in an attempt to restore his right hand.

But a thick plume of black smoke was coming from his wound.

The black smoke was hindering the healing of his wounds.

Fresh blood flowed continuously from his wound.

His vitality was also visibly fading away.

The other two guardians stood on either side of him, also trying to restore him.

However, the two found that they had no way to deal with the black smoke.

Upon seeing this, Yunxi, who was not far away, quickly ran over.

She placed her hands on the spot where the blood was flowing.

He kept muttering ancient dragon language.

The rate at which the blood flowed also began to slow down.

The injured guardian tried to take this opportunity to reactivate the dragon blood within his body, but the black smoke still stubbornly clung to his wounds, preventing them from healing.

He looked at Yunxi anxiously.

Yunxi was also feeling very unwell at this time.

Her magic power had long since run out, and she was now barely holding on with her remaining mental strength.

"No, my magic can only slow down the loss of your life; it still can't heal this wound."

"What should I do?"

Yunxi shook her head with difficulty.

At this point, she didn't know what to do.

An extremely oppressive atmosphere enveloped everyone present.

Everyone couldn't help but look at the black door.

A figure completely clad in black armor emerged from the black gate.

The Martial King standing at the very front suddenly seemed to sense something and looked towards its head.

He saw only a pair of flickering gray flames.

Suddenly he felt the flames closing in on him.

He instinctively wanted to resist.

But then he discovered that he couldn't move at all.

Then, his body began to move beyond his control, step by step toward the person in armor.

"Hey! What's wrong? Come back quickly!"

Someone nearby spoke up to remind them.

But he continued to walk step by step toward the black gate, like a puppet on a string.

Many mixed-race people around them offered their advice.

Another martial king tried to stop him, but just as he was about to act, the oppressive aura suddenly intensified.

A sense of fear filled his heart.

He slowly withdrew his outstretched hand.

In the end, no one dared to step forward and stop it.

They watched helplessly as he walked toward the armored man.

Finally, he stood in front of that man.

He watched as the armored man stretched out his right hand and placed it on his head.

The armored man squeezed hard.

His head exploded like a watermelon, and blood and brain matter gushed out instantly.

fear.

An indescribable fear.

Everyone present stood there dumbfounded, as if they had lost the ability to speak.

They couldn't even utter a cry of surprise.