Doomsday magician

Chapter 14

"Crack." The zombie's hand stopped less than five centimeters away from Xu Bai's face.

The zombies try to move forward a little bit, as long as five centimeters, they can taste delicious humans!

It's a pity that no matter how hard the zombies try, they can't take even one step forward.

Xu Bai's face was also a little pale, leaning against the wall, he swallowed hard.

"Three anti-theft chains, if I can still get in here, then I will be a ghost, no, I will be a zombie and I will not let the boss who sold me the anti-theft chain!"

"Be smart." After Xu Bai was sure that the zombies would not break in, he became more courageous.

Aite yawned: "In the face of absolute power, any strategy is useless."

"Ow!"

"It's so noisy!" Xu Bai frowned, "Boom!" A fireball blasted towards the zombie's head.

"Your release of fireballs is like constipation." Aite laughed out loud after he finished speaking.

"Damn." Xu Bai's face darkened, a little embarrassed, "Boom! Boom! Boom!" Three loud bangs sounded, and the zombie's head was also permed with curly hair.

"It wilted after only four?" Aite prodded.

"Fart! I'm standing strong!" As an "upright" man, how can he tolerate being told by an old man?

Xu Bai gritted his teeth, forcing himself to speed up the casting of the spell.

How can a man say no!

Every time Xu Bai felt that he had reached his limit, Aite always muttered a few words.Driven by self-esteem, Xu Bai squeezed his potential again and again.And the mental power seemed to be a gurgling spring in the dry spring at the end, which has always allowed Xu Bai to release fireballs.

Xu Bai became more and more proficient in the fireball technique, and his casting speed and power were gradually increasing.

When Xu Bai felt that his spiritual power had really dried up, he picked up the mop and slammed it on the zombie's head.

"Heh, heh!" The zombies roared angrily, their low IQ prevented them from avoiding, they only knew how to roar meaninglessly.

"Your uncle! Calling you a dog, calling you a dog!" Xu Bai scolded and beat him. Although his mental strength was exhausted, his physical strength was still abundant.

The blood flowed slowly along the mop soul, the huge backlash made Xu Bai's arms numb all the time, Xu Bai was like a wild beast, as if he couldn't feel his arms, he kept hitting the hard and ugly zombies head.

"Fuck you! Take a break." Xu Bai panted heavily, and the bloody mop fell from his weak hands, "The quality is not bad."

"Card wipe."

"Hahaha!" Aite burst out laughing, "Oh, the quality is pretty good!" Aite said eccentrically.

Xu Bai's face turned red and then pale, staring at the berserk zombies outside the door, as if he wanted to eat them alive.

"Can you bear this? Don't overthrow them!" Aite didn't forget to fan the flames.

"Fireball, classic evocation. Its principle is to create a cloud of plasma and compress it in a space with a force field (magnetism). And manipulate the force field to project it out."

Aite pointed Xu Bai again at the right time, and waited quietly for Xu Bai to comprehend.

"Creates...compresses...projects..."

(End of this chapter)