"...my efforts for so long were not in vain."
"Old man Lap..." He sneered, murmuring softly,
"Blackstone Island, will always belong to our Blackstone Family!"
"The Wizard Territory of Blackstone, will also always be the Blackstone Family's, including the Witch Array above it!"
Dark red flames obscured his vision; he withdrew his gaze and turned to look at the black man, Haywood, beside him.
Haywood felt a jolt in his heart as Harrington's eyes met his, bowing even more respectfully.
Pfft!
But in the next second, accompanied by barely discernible wind, he felt a severe pain in his heart!
A staff with dark golden patterns pierced through his heart.
Haywood instinctively gripped the dark gold staff with his dark, large hand.
Blood spurted from the contact gap between the wound and the staff, instantly staining his hands red.
He looked up at Harrington with disbelief, his mouth involuntarily opening and closing, full of blood foam.
Then he heavily fell to the ground.
Pfff.
Harrington pulled the staff out of Haywood's body, waving it gently a few times to flick the fresh blood from the sharp end.
Now that the plan had been deployed, Arman had successfully deceived the Witch Array with his assistance.
Then these materials used to figure out how to deceive the Witch Array were no longer necessary.
Boom!!
Suddenly, a glaring light burst behind him!
Harrington's heart jolted, and he quickly turned around.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
As he turned around, glaring lights burst one after another from behind.
He squinted his eyes, gazing into the distance at the peak of the Wizard Territory, his expression gradually darkening.
The constant flickering light, casting on his gloomy face, added even more terror to his already unattractive appearance.
"This signature light, undoubtedly is Old Man Lap's signature First-Level Upper witchcraft—Sun Fireball..."
Harrington's heart gradually sank.
The Witch Array was not a rigid or dead thing.
The credential he gave to Arman only allowed him one chance for a sudden attack.
Arman... must settle the dust in one strike!
Otherwise, once Old Man Lap reacted, he could quickly adjust the Witch Array, identify him, and defend again.
Even if the Protective Shield of the Witch Array was temporarily shattered, as long as the core of the Witch Array was not damaged,
Lap could still gain the benefits of the Witch Array, and the translucent protective shield could be quickly regenerated.
Under these circumstances, if Arman's first strike failed to deal critical damage,
the longer it took, the greater Lap's advantage would become.
And from the current situation, this constantly flickering light undoubtedly meant—
Arman had not settled the dust in one strike.
"Those who have faith in Divine, are indeed a bunch of fools."
Harrington pocketed the dark gold patterned staff without further attachment and coldly turned to leave.
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Crackling—
Not far away, the wooden structure of a building cried out in the roaring fire.
"Cough—cough—"
Colin coughed, waving away the black smoke in front of him and widening his eyes to look around.
In front of him, the Wizard Territory no longer resembled a mountain range, everything visible to the naked eye was on fire.
Wooden houses, grasslands, trees, and even the bodies of some dead apprentices...
What used to be the residential area for Basic Level apprentices, was now just ruins.
Crackle!
Boom.
Another building collapsed in the flames.
The sound of collapse made him involuntarily remember the explosion that seemed to destroy heaven and earth just moments ago...
That's right!
Where is Wizard Lap?!
Colin scanned the sky, but saw no one.
No Wizard Lap, nor that massive bloody figure.
Hiss!
Nearby, the sound of putting out fires mixed with noisy voices came.
"Quick, put out the fire!"
"There's an injured one here!"
Colin ran towards the direction of the voices.
Thanks to a one-time Limit Breaking for Basic High Temperature Tolerance and other Defensive Witchcraft, he was not injured.
He just couldn't see clearly what was happening because of the glaring light.
But after running a few steps, he gradually slowed down.
In his field of vision,
a familiar grey-robed figure reappeared in midair.
Small in stature, yet undeniable.