Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

Ian paused slightly, but did not stop.

As we rounded the bend, three twisted creatures appeared before us.

That's a "Rockskin Demon Dog," if you can even call it a dog.

Their bodies are pieced together from dark red rocks and decaying flesh, and their heads are split into three halves, filled with countless sharp teeth.

"A swift and decisive victory."

Ian's eyes turned cold, and he made a pressing motion with his left hand.

The three floating crystal cones suddenly accelerated and shot out as three silver lines!

puff!puff!puff!

The crystal cone accurately struck the junction of the skull and joint, its terrifying penetrating power piercing directly through the layer of crystalline pus armor.

The demonic hound let out a hoarse wail, its movements instantly stiffening, and the dark red color on its body quickly faded, turning into grayish-white rock fragments that collapsed.

Almost simultaneously, Ian activated the Frost Ray in his right hand.

A pale purple beam of light swept across, instantly freezing and burning the pool of dark, slimy liquid.

Under the alternating erosion of extreme cold and extreme heat, it emits a sharp "sizzling" sound and eventually evaporates into a cloud of black smoke and dissipates.

The battle lasted less than three breaths from start to finish.

Ian stepped forward and picked out a few relatively intact "Bloodstones" from the remains of the demon hound.

This material was formed after the rock was contaminated by the hernia, containing distorted earth elements and abyssal energy.

I also collected some "Corrupted Ghost Crystal Dust," which is the residue left after the Shadow Slime evaporates.

"Not bad efficiency," he muttered to himself.

The new shield system performed better than expected in actual combat.

The penetrating power of the crystal cone is enough to threaten the shield of a level one wizard.

The destructive power of the Frost Ray is brought to its fullest potential in this confined environment.

But Ian did not let his guard down.

From the moment he stepped into this labyrinth, he had a vague feeling... that something was watching him from the shadows.

It's not a monster, but a more cunning and sinister being.

He continued deeper, and the passage became increasingly complex.

The veins on the rock face throbbed more violently, and the whispers in my ear appeared more frequently.

"Ian, something's following you to your right rear."

Gaga transmitted its voice again, its tone wary, "It's not a monster... it's a person."

Ian kept walking without looking back, his mental energy spreading out silently like a spider web.

Sure enough, about fifty meters behind them, three obscure auras remained hidden in the shadows, maintaining a constant distance.

What are they waiting for?

Ian's vigilance reached its peak, but he pretended to be completely unaware and continued forward.

They secretly adjusted the distribution of the crystal cones, moving three of them quietly behind them, ready to counterattack at any moment.

After rounding two more bends, intense energy fluctuations and roars came from ahead.

"Help...help me!"

A hoarse male voice came from deep within the passage, filled with despair and terror.

Ian's eyes narrowed, and he quickened his pace.

Ahead lies a relatively open cave, about twenty meters in diameter.

In the center of the cave, a wizard dressed in a tattered red robe was being attacked by three rockhounds.

His left arm was severed, with dark purple pus flowing from the wound. His right hand gripped a bone-white staff, barely supporting a crumbling death shield.

Ian didn't know the other person and wouldn't reach out to them randomly.

"Help me!" The red-robed wizard's eyes lit up with a desperate glint when he saw Ian.

"These bastards...are being manipulated by someone!"

Before he finished speaking, the three Rockhounds suddenly stopped attacking Bloodhand and turned to Ian.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized, like puppets controlled by the same thread, with dark red, corrosive pus simultaneously gushing from their three-lobed heads.

Ian was prepared; his magical shield and enhanced crystal barrier were deployed instantly.

The multiple layers of shields blocked all the pus.

At the same time, all twelve crystal cones were activated, transforming into a silver storm that swept out!

But at that moment...

In the shadows of the cave, three figures in black robes appeared like ghosts.

They appeared without warning, as if they had always been one with the shadows.

The black robe had no markings, and the face was covered by a pale white bone mask, revealing only the eyes, with two eerie green soul flames flickering constantly.

"Target confirmed, ninth on the contribution list, Lone Ranger Ian."

The black-robed figure in the middle spoke in a cold, mechanical voice, "Cola Novels, this is where dreams begin, and where dreams come true." He used some ancient variant of language.

Perform cleanup.

As soon as he finished speaking, the three of them attacked simultaneously.

Without chanting or gestures, three gray-black soul spikes materialized out of thin air.

Ignoring physical shields, it pierces straight into Ian's mental sea!

Insidious witchcraft specializing in the soul!

Ian groaned, his mental sea trembling violently.

Even with the weakening effect of the dark red filter with the [Soul Devouring] property, the strength of these three soul spikes far exceeded expectations.

Each strike is equivalent to the full-force attack of a mid-level level one wizard!

"Gah!" Gaa leaped out of the shadows.

[Ominous Eye] was activated at full power, and a gray light swept towards the nearest black-robed figure.

But the man in black robes only paused slightly, the soul fire in his eye sockets flickered, and then returned to normal.

He raised his hand and waved it, and a gray-white bone wall rose from the ground, blocking Gaga's subsequent attack.

"A familiar? Interesting."

The black-robed man on the left said hoarsely, "Take them all with us; they can be used to refine some decent soul puppets."

The ground suddenly cracked open, and countless pale arms burst forth from the earth, reaching for Ian's legs.

They attacked from three sides, their coordination so perfect it was outrageous.

Even more frightening is that they seem to know something about Ian's abilities.

The main attack is Soul Impact, the support is Physical Binding, and there is another person specifically to restrain Gaga.

This was by no means a spur-of-the-moment ambush, but a meticulously planned hunt.

"Hehe, hide well and don't come out. They have some ability to control you."

Ian's eyes were cold, and he held nothing back.

The [Soul Devouring] ability was activated at full power, and the dark red vortex spun rapidly, forcefully devouring and transforming the three soul spikes.

At the same time, his left hand swept across with [Frost Ray], freezing and burning all the pale arms that had been grabbed.

"What?!" the black-robed man in the middle exclaimed, "He can devour souls with his attacks?!"

Ian's counterattack has begun.

The twelve crystal cones suddenly merged and expanded, transforming into a three-meter-long silver giant cone that pierced straight at the black-robed man in the center with a piercing shriek.

"A mere trick." The man in black robes sneered.

A gray-black illusory shield appeared before him, upon which countless souls wailed.

The silver cone clashed with the soul shield!

There was no loud noise, only a sharp, piercing scream on a spiritual level.

The soul shield trembled violently, and cracks appeared on its surface. The black-robed man had clearly underestimated the power of the crystal cone.

These miniature creations, derived from crystal differentiation, are essentially highly compressed ordered energy.

Another layer of [Soul Devouring] net was quietly added, which has a natural restraint on soul-type defenses.

"break!"

Ian roared, and the silver cone's brilliance surged again, piercing through the soul shield and into the black-robed man's chest!

"Ugh..." The man in black robes let out an extremely shrill scream.

This is the pain of the soul being torn apart by the energy of order.

His black robe ripped apart, revealing a withered, skeletal body, and the soul fire in his eye sockets dimmed rapidly.

But in the moment of his impending death, he suddenly crushed a bone fragment in his arms.

A dark gray signal shot into the sky, ignoring the rock walls and penetrating the labyrinth, its destination unknown.

"You...can't escape..." the black-robed man rasped, his soul fire completely extinguished.

"Third brother!" The other two men in black robes were both shocked and furious.

They hadn't expected Ian's counterattack to be so fierce, nor had they expected the third brother to die so quickly.

After the initial shock and anger came an even more frenzied attack.

"Kill him! Avenge the third brother!"

The black-robed figure on the left raised his hands high, and the cave ceiling suddenly split open.

Countless gray-white bone spikes poured down like a torrential rain, each spike entwined with wailing vengeful spirits, specifically designed to shatter energy shields.

The black-robed figure on the right completely blended into the shadows, then emerged from the shadows behind Ian, a jet-black soul dagger piercing straight for his back.

At that moment, the red-robed wizard's final screams echoed from the other side.

The three rockhounds finally tore through his shield and pounced on him.

The three severed head was tearing at the flesh and blood in a frenzy, causing blood and flesh to splatter everywhere.

He struggled to look at Ian, the last glimmer of light in his eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness before fading completely.

"Seventeenth on the Western Contribution Ranking, Bloodhand, cleanup complete."

The man in black robes on the left said coldly, "Next is you, Ian."

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