As a villain, I really don't want to be pursued by the heroine.

His extraordinary strength and blood were already exhausted, and he was seriously injured and on the verge of death, needless to say.

If you want to defeat the enemy, there is only one last method left.

【Blade of the Former King】.

However, his injuries were even more serious than those in the battle with Diabolos.

In this wounded state, even if he defeated his opponent by using the [Blade of the Former King], he would most likely not be able to withstand the side effects.

Even if he is lucky enough to still have a breath left, this is the border of the Kingdom of Sands. Without the top medical team to deal with the aftermath, he is likely to die.

Therefore, whether it is rational or emotional, using [Calm as Still Water] to delay time and wait for Jon Snow's arrival is the best choice.

But time is running out.

The extraordinary power was almost exhausted, [Calm as Still Water] was about to be interrupted, and the silver-haired girl was still nowhere to be seen.

He believed Jon Snow would not lose.

But will she really come?

Maybe she was too badly injured, maybe she misjudged the battle situation, maybe she didn't care about herself that much and didn't rush over as quickly as possible, or maybe it was just...

Time is not on my side, it's simply too late.

I can’t say I’m disappointed, just a little regretful.

Roy is of course grateful for the help of others.

But in the end, your destiny is in your own hands, and your grudges with the cultists are your own business.

Jon Snow was willing to accompany him on this trip and has done what a mentor should do.

No matter what the outcome is, she shouldn't be blamed.

Feeling that the last of his strength was about to run out, the boy's dull eyes refocused.

The vitality gradually dissipated, but a murderous aura rose.

Exchanging a near-death experience for the cultist's certain death, this isn't such a bad deal, right?

The excited voice of some cultist came faintly: "I seem to feel his presence..."

Roy raised the corner of his mouth slightly and slowly raised his hand towards the figure in the distance.

[Do you want to consume 1 Fate Reversal Point to project the Blade of the First Dead?]

At this distance, any of the former king's blades would be enough to bury them all.

"Wait, something's wrong..." Mina, who was dying, suddenly felt her heart tighten.

A trace of desperate ruthlessness flashed in the black-haired boy's eyes.

But Mina warned the boy that winter was coming just as he was about to clench his fist.

The temperature dropped sharply, the sky darkened, and a sharp snow wind enveloped the heads of the cultists.

A cold question came with the wind and snow.

"Where is he?"

Catching a glimpse of the frosty silver-haired figure riding a silver wolf, the four cultists' faces changed, and they stopped moving as if frozen.

The pressure from the Sequence 5 was pushed to its limit, and it didn't look like it had been weakened by a battle with another Mid-Sequence.

Perhaps out of fear or caution, no one answered her question.

Jon Snow fell off the silver wolf and looked around.

All I saw was the broken rock wall, the ground full of cracks, and the corpses of the undead scattered all over the ground. The roaring golden-winged griffin, bound by vines, was nowhere to be seen, but the black-haired boy was nowhere to be seen.

His mood sank to the bottom, and Jon Snow even forgot to breathe for a moment.

Roy...dead?

Even if he possessed some special bloodline, a Sequence 7 facing three cultists of the same level, one of whom was even higher in level, with treacherous tactics, was already in a life-or-death situation.

What's more, the other party had made full preparations for this assassination with deliberate intent.

Intellectually, this is reality.

As a frontline superhuman, Jon Snow has long been accustomed to separations and deaths, and is used to freezing the sadness in his heart.

But this time, just like the first time I witnessed the departure of someone I cherished, something broke deep inside me.

Sadness, guilt, and pain all poured out in an instant, eventually turning into the purest form...anger.

Mina screamed, "Now!"

She could see that Jon Snow was distracted.

Burning Heart's strength was no less than that of a typical Sequence 5, so it was impossible for him to be in perfect condition in a fight. Especially since he was seriously injured, the three priests might have a chance of victory if they joined forces!

The cult priests reached a consensus in an instant and attacked together to besiege the guards of the false king's blood.

However, Jon Snow smiled.

Ah, it was them who killed Roy and his own apprentice.

So, as a mentor, what you should do is very simple, isn’t it?

The already biting temperature plummeted again.

The hideous skeletons and corpses, the spreading octopus tentacles, and the huge rotten wood vulture were swallowed by the frost in an instant and solidified into ice.

The silver-haired girl raised her head, lowered her brows, and slowly exhaled a deep, cold breath. She stared at him with cold eyes, "Who killed him?"

Chapter 72: Furious Binghua

Everyone's movements froze.

Can't win.

Just one strike was enough to easily break up the offensive of the three of them, which was enough to prove that the opponent still had some strength left after defeating [Burning Heart]!

But the reason why everyone stopped was not only because they did not dare to act rashly, but also because of that nonsensical sentence.

Who killed Roy?

No, isn't that guy still alive and well?

The silver-haired girl lowered her eyes and sighed softly: "Forget it, you all have a share."

Barnes' mouth twitched, and he was about to argue, but he saw the ice-blue eyes locked on him. In an instant, he felt murderous intent coming and his whole body was cold.

The priest of the [School of the Undead] exerted all his strength at the first moment, summoning the life-stealing [Hand of Corruption] to slow down Jon Snow's movements, while awakening hundreds of skeletons and corpses to protect himself.

However, the cold wind was howling and the eyes were cold.

But just raised his hand for a moment.

The harsh frosty wind froze the girl's white hands under her feet. Then, countless icicles as sharp as spears rushed over in an instant, submerging the group of corpses like an unstoppable flood and swallowing up Barnes' figure.

The pale mage didn't even have time to react with surprise before he was pierced by the icy spikes that kept rising and falling. His frail body was riddled with holes in the ice in the blink of an eye, shattered into pieces, and completely fell into the arms of death.

At the same time, [Octopus] turned and ran, its remaining tentacles grasping the rock wall as it scurried through the air like a spider, sweat pouring down its face.

What kind of icy cold could instantly freeze an undead creature that also exudes a chilling aura?!

The blood of the false king, the revenge of the Abyssal Diver, none of that mattered anymore. If I didn't run, I would die without a burial place.

Religious Faith

“Ahhhhhh, no no no no!”

"I don't want to die! I don't want to die! Lord! Save me! I don't want to die on earth!"

The Abyssal Diver believes in the Lord of the Abyss, believing that returning to the sea after death will lead to a new life. The Octopus fears not only death, but also the thought of dying suddenly in the wilderness, never to be able to return to the sea.

Seeing that the silver-haired girl didn't take a step forward, [Octopus]'s mournful expression finally eased a little.

Unexpectedly, the other party suddenly raised his hand and dropped it violently.

Shadows fell.

It was not until this moment that [Octopus] suddenly looked up and found that a huge ice stone with a radius of 100 meters was falling on his head. He looked desperate.

“Ahhhhhhh! I don’t want to—”

The iceberg crashed down, splashing large pieces of ice chips. The screams stopped abruptly, and the believers of the Lord of the Abyss made a funny and terrifying sound, like a frog being crushed by a foot.

A pile of meat paste, no matter how you pick it up, it is probably impossible to return to the deep sea.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Mina mumbling something, most likely praying to the evil god for his final trump card, but Jon Snow didn't care.

As long as you can't run away.

She was more concerned about the other one.

When she attacked Barnes, the old man's body turned into a flying bird and climbed high into the sky, hoping to take the opportunity to escape.

It has to be said that the flying ability that can compete with the Golden-winged Griffin is enough to prove the skills of the [Deadwood Vulture].

But how could a wolf, already mad with the smell of blood, allow its prey to escape?

Jon Snow ignored the disorder in his blood and forcibly drove the power of his blood. His right hand, which was surging with green energy, suddenly raised up.

【Frost Grip】.

[Ice Soul] has the largest attack range, and is originally suitable for one-on-many situations. Using it against a Sequence 7 is a waste of talent.

But Jon Snow only wants the other party to die.

The cold air surged upward like a pack of wolves in search of blood.

The old man was startled and his speed increased suddenly, leaving an afterimage as he rushed up a bit.

Unexpectedly, a flash of lightning flashed overhead.

The golden-winged griffin roared and kicked Fei Niao in the face, causing the old man to fall into the frost, and his angry expression completely froze.

Before it even fell, it shattered into ice chips in mid-air.

After doing all this, Jon Snow covered his injured arm and let out a long breath.

I go......

Seeing Jon Snow use his full strength for the first time, Roy finally realized how terrifying Sequence 5 of the Golden Bloodline was.

If low-level Silver and Bronze players could still rely on experience, tactics, and ability restraint to make up for the gap, by the mid-level, the two sides were completely on a different level.

But Roy could also see that Jon Snow was just forcing himself.

The battle with the High Priest [Burning Heart] was definitely very exhausting. Now, in order to deal with several priests, she has to go all out to this extent, which is definitely a heavy burden on her.

But at this moment, a terrifying breath came, Roy's face changed, and he hurriedly released [Calm as Still Water] and warned.

"careful!"

Jon Snow's eyes trembled at first, as if he couldn't believe it.

But he reacted immediately, raised his hand to condense an ice wall to ensure Roy's safety, and stood in front of him, facing the enemy shadow in the distance.

The chestnut-haired girl's originally slender body swelled up dozens of times, and her crescent-shaped dragon wings fluttered in the cold wind. Her pretty face also completely turned into a terrifying face with wriggling scales.

Mina, transformed into a dragon, stood up proudly, feeling the surging power in her body, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

“Hahahahahahahahahaha!”

"Mortal, you made a mistake. Do you think you can kill me as easily as crushing an ant?"

"The great Frost King answered my prayers! Now I am the High Priest... Oh, or, in your terms, a true Sequence 6!"

Roy couldn't help but warn, "Teacher! Be careful! She's a Sequence 6, so treat her like a Sequence 5!"

Mina's aura had doubled in strength, and was countless times stronger than her grandfather's. Furthermore, the opponent also possessed ice-based abilities, which invisibly added another layer of pressure to Jon Snow.

But the silver-haired girl looked back in the frost and snow, smiling calmly: "Don't worry. I said I will protect you."

The girl was as cold-blooded and ruthless as the empress, and she was decisive in killing people, but at this moment, she inadvertently revealed a hint of tenderness.

Like a beautiful rose standing in the snow of the empire, this absolutely beautiful scene was deeply imprinted in the boy's eyes.

The next moment, a dragon roared.

The Ice Dragon, wrapped in a deep blue storm, attacked angrily: "Stop your boasting, mortal!"