Quit the team, then picked up a beautiful girl with problems

Leon put on the Helmet of Divine Eyes and first strengthened Dorothy's will and spirituality, and then began to observe the spiritual structure of the Star Crystal Magic Flower.

The Magic Flower is almost entirely composed of the spiritual power of "regeneration", and the other larger proportions are "bloodthirsty" and "demon-devouring".

Li Ang used his spiritual power to block the demonic spirit of the Star Crystal Flower Vine. This part of the spirit struggled for a while and was temporarily sealed.

Dorothy's whole body relaxed, and all the released magic flower vines stretched out and then retracted into her body.

The rainbow in her eyes swirled, and there seemed to be a little more starlight.

The half-elf panted and swayed, but instead of sitting down immediately, he trotted to Zoe's side and cast a healing spell on her hand which had several bloody holes in it.

Zoe turned back into human form and obediently let her treat her without saying anything.

There was a moment of silence between the two.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know my power...had such a side." Dorothy let out a long breath.

Zoe looked up at her, then at the bloody hole that was almost healing.

"It's nothing. It's not easy to control power. I understand. Sister Eden's power always made me lose control at the beginning."

Dorothy nodded slightly.

Leon listened from the side, thinking that this kind of conversation would be impossible for anyone else. How could ordinary people have such a powerful force that could cause them to lose control? Just draining their energy and pulling in their magic power would be exhausting.

There was another silence among the girls.

Zoe said, "I want to apologize too."

She shook her head. "Sister Dorothy helped me with the monster bug, and I'm actually very grateful to you. But when it comes to Leon, I don't know what to do."

"What else can we do?" The half-elf sighed softly, his eyes falling on Leon, who dared not speak much. Seeing his nervous expression, he couldn't help but chuckle.

"It's already too late without him, right?"

Zoe and Dorothy looked at Leon, as if they felt the same way.

The half-elf said, "You are a good warrior and a good partner. Today I just want to tell you that others have private time too. If you only care about your own private time and destroy the time of others, you may end up losing your own."

"I get it that you don't like fighting, yet you fought me like this." Zoe lowered her head.

Dorothy smiled and reached out to stroke the chestnut-haired girl's head.

Canary embraced the little wild cat and started chattering in whispers. The two of them occasionally glanced at Leon, smiles gradually appearing in their eyes, but they dodged and dodged, not wanting him to hear anything.

When they returned to the hotel, the three saw Alulu looking out the door.

Seeing them, the petite little girl ran over crying. She wanted to hug someone, but she knocked Leon and Zoe to the ground with the ball.

After realizing this and restraining himself, Dorothy gently hugged him.

"I'm sorry," the half-elf said, "We were running some errands and didn't expect to be delayed."

"Oh, I thought I was going to be left behind again. I'm sorry, we should have said something." Li Ang said.

The fight between the two girls was caused by him, and he was actually in a daze. He didn't think that Alulu might be anxious alone.

The girl from the Ox Horn Tribe was very innocent and easy to coax. She burst into laughter after the three men apologized repeatedly.

We sat down at the table and enjoyed the whole evening.

Dorothy and Zoe took turns chatting with Alulu, and the conversation was very natural to Leon.

The problem with these two problematic girls is that they are not natural at all, so this situation makes Leon a little uneasy, and he always feels that they are plotting something.

But the night was very quiet. Zoe and Dorothy said they were very tired today, so they took a shower and went to bed.

When he woke up the next day, Li Ang repeated yesterday's arrangements.

There are still three days until the Liuyin Fighting Competition begins. Li Ang decided to take care of some things today and take them to register tomorrow.

After watching the three girls go for exercise at the edge of the desert, Leon went straight to the cave where Mott and Fokart were.

When Mort saw him coming, his brows twitched.

"what happened?"

"It's okay, I just felt like you were... quite happy?"

"Am I happy?"

Li Ang savored it for a moment and asked, "Is it okay?"

"While he was eating and drinking, he confessed everything he knew to me several times. I personally believe he didn't lie, and the torture was successful."

"Yeah, but I think there are still some things to prepare."

Li Ang said, "I might go there later."

He pointed in the direction of the chiefs' palace.

"It seems you have your own comprehensive plan," Mott said.

"Almost there, but one or two details are still missing."

Mort sighed: "I can only trust you and wait, but..."

"Just what?"

"I just hope you're not happy at the thought of abusing Fukat, or I'll become more and more afraid of you."

"Haha, how could it be?"

Leon put on the God's Eye Helmet: "Not 'happy', but maybe 'interested'."

Mott rubbed his temples, which was rare.

Walking into the cave, Fukart, who was originally leaning against the wall in a cool and melancholy manner, trembled all over when he saw Leon coming.

“Mm, mm, mm!”

"Good morning."

Li Ang smiled and didn't intend to talk to him. He ignored his pleading eyes and constant shaking of his head and began to torment his spirit.

Yesterday, while he was constantly torturing Fukat, who was in the realm of excellence... no, in the process of exploration, he discovered something.

They have little to do with spiritual drive, but are somewhat similar to the mystery he has always relied on - the principle of the turmoil of all spirits.

This involves using magic to instantly affect all spirits, rather than precisely manipulating one of the complex spirits.

Spellcasters lacked a traditional method, and there were no records of how to use their power or develop their secrets. The All-Spirit Riot was a move developed by Leon himself, drawing on his lifelong experience controlling spirits.

To put it bluntly, this move felt forced. Its principle was to forcibly disturb the surrounding spirits, causing them to lose control. At the transcendent level, these uncontrolled spirits were easily drawn in. At the higher level, however, it merely made it difficult for the recipient to hold their weapon or unleash their moves, achieving control.

The idea is crude, but the final effect is good.

However, compared with the various powerful warriors at the 9th level, his move does not seem that powerful.

Take Ellaphia as an example. She has four secret skills, the weakest of which, Symphony of Thousand Blades, is a combination of her abilities as a blademaster over the years.

The principle is to use a huge amount of magic power to generate countless diamond-shaped flying blades, arrange them in a staggered queue in the sky, and then carry out super-intensive single attacks or large-scale wide-area attacks, either of which are extremely powerful.

The move got its name from the fact that the blades are arranged to look like musical notation.

Le Ang has been thinking about whether he can improve the All-Spirit Riot and concentrate the broad effects of "out of control" into "disarm" or "prohibit spellcasting" or something like that.

These effects were so powerful that he had no idea what was going on.

But yesterday he seemed to get a feel for it.

Now, with the help of the Helmet of the Divine Eye, he can control spirits with precision.

Accumulating experience in the past is like groping in the fog. I have recorded some experience on how to walk on the road, but I am still nervous and afraid of taking a wrong step.

As my observation of spirits improved, the clouds and fog dissipated, and my experience and a clear path forward merged, and I immediately knew the best route.

After casting the spell on Fukat several times, Leon grasped the feeling, pieced the spell patterns together, and released a new spell on it.

After the white cloth was removed from his mouth, Fukart was stunned for a few seconds, then wanted to speak, but his lips opened and closed very slowly, as if the slow-motion button was pressed on his whole body.

Do a slow-down operation

"It works well."

Leon smiled at Fukat.

Fukat's voice also sounded like it was in slow motion, with the tail tone drawn out very long and even a little distorted.

He tried to sit up and move closer to Leon, but the whole movement was slowed down.

The whole process lasted nearly ten seconds before Fokart came out of this state, gasping for breath.

"Is this all we can do now?"

Leon pondered for a moment, then he couldn't help laughing when he saw Fukat's whole body tremble.

"If it gets any longer, I'll suffocate to death!"

Li Ang didn’t think ten seconds was too short. This time was long enough at a critical moment and could even determine life or death.

The question is, what if it is used on objects with stronger spiritual power, such as Star Soul, Island King, and Super Veil Monster?

The principle of this spell is to use magic power to add a "burden" to all the spiritual operations of the target, slowing down its operation efficiency.

Taking humans as an example, the human body contains various spirits responsible for thinking, regulating body movements, etc. When their efficiency decreases, the main organism will naturally slow down from thinking to actions, and it will appear from the outside that time has been slowed down.

Perhaps even the circulation of the body would be slowed down after the curse was cast? That's why Fukat said he was suffocating to death.

Li Ang felt it and memorized this new spell.

He named it "retardation".

Leon observed the spiritual structure of Fukat. After the first spell, his spirit gradually got used to the "weight" and consumed the magic power that formed the "weight" during operation, and finally broke free from it.

Therefore, the stronger the spiritual power of the object, the shorter the time it takes to break free from the burden of the spell.

Fukat is at level 7 strength. Anyone above that, or an inhuman being, probably wouldn't be able to reach ten seconds.

Leon cast a spell on Fukat again, and his angry expression instantly turned into horror.

However, it did not take effect this time.

Furkart breathed a sigh of relief, then sneered, "What are you thinking? You still want to continue using a restrictive spell with this effect?"

Although Fokart knew nothing about the mystery involved, common sense told him that it was impossible for such a spell to take effect continuously.

The spiritual activities of intelligent races are like precise and stable machines. Leon used magic to slow down its operation.

But because of its stability, it can return to its original state and is resistant to this spell.

Li Ang tried again every few minutes, and after about a quarter of an hour, the second spell took effect.

Furkat was surprised

This time the duration was half that of the effect, ending in five seconds.

His lips were trembling and his forehead was covered in sweat. He seemed a little afraid to even look at Li Ang.

It seems that if the time interval is longer, the resistance will become ineffective and spells can be used.

In the following time, Li Ang kept testing.

Fukat cursed, "You might as well kill me, you bastard! You must be a bloody devil in disguise!"

"The Sand People also watch 'The Adventure of the Sword King'?"

"Look at you!"

Finally, Li Ang found out that the intervals for the slow-down spell to take effect were a quarter of an hour, half an hour, and one hour, while the effects were ten seconds, five seconds, two seconds, and less than half a second.

As for how long it would take for the effect to return to the same level as the first time, he didn't have time to test it now. It might vary depending on the strength and race of the target, and there would also be differences between humans and monsters, but for a battle, it would only take four times at most.

The resistance comes from the stable operating structure of the "spiritual machinery" in the living organism, and Leon has no ability to change this structure.

Perhaps he would need to use some high-level spell that he didn't understand and had been lost to Newbiss, or he would need to reach the legendary realm of level 10.

The professional level is determined by the level of magic power that can be mobilized at each level. Leon has cultivated to the level of being able to attract 9th-level magic power, which means he is a genuine 9th-level.

However, when others reach this level, they can already tear open the gap between the two dimensions.

The sorcerer controls magic to interfere with the spirit. What level of spiritual interference is equivalent to tearing the dimension? Is it to change the structure of the spiritual machinery in all things?

Changing the structure might indeed reduce the opponent's resistance to spells, allowing spells like spiritual drive and slowing down to be more effective. After all, basic manipulations like spiritual elimination cannot shake the spirituality of a strong person.

It doesn't feel right either.

Going through so much trouble just to weaken them?