Peng Ziyi felt the blood rushing to his forehead. It was indeed a despicable trap, and a simple and direct assassination. But sadly, although they were vigilant, they were unable to stop it.
The core of the time travelers, the Management Committee, was attacked under the close attention of him as the Minister of Intelligence. He even watched every step of the other party. It was like an enemy killing your family in front of you. You did nothing when he drew his sword, and you did nothing when he thrust. When your family fell down holding their chests, you just realized what happened, and you still did nothing!
Shame, guilt, sadness, all kinds of emotions engulfed Peng Ziyi in an instant. When his companions' blood was drenched in him, he had no time to analyze anything in his mind. Even his counterattack at this time was just out of instinct, not reason.
Wrapped in the pure white light, Peng Ziyi hoped that everything would be covered and swallowed up by the white light, and finally return to nothingness, turning into a forgettable nightmare.
However, his companion's screams brought him back to reality from his daze, and he found himself already sketching out a magic spell to counterattack.
The moment Peng Ziyi raised his hand to cast the spell, a thought flashed through his mind:
If I could do it again, could I change the outcome
He felt that the answer should be no. When these imperial masters came so close to them with such weapons, the outbreak of this battle was inevitable. He had no way to prevent several high-level warriors and mages from causing damage in such a space.
In other words, the person who caused this incident is the key to all problems!
Chang Lin! Chang Lin!
I'm going to kill him!
These fleeting thoughts did not affect Peng Ziyi's spellcasting process. When he made up his mind, a mental explosion in his hand was released. To release this magic, he increased his mental power output to the extreme and poured all the negative emotions that were driving him crazy into it. He was like a bull that wanted to die together with the bullfighter, and he put all his strength into this attack.
If a magician uses vitality, the most precious energy, to forcibly break through the limit, how powerful will his magic be? No one can clearly know.
But at this moment, Peng Ziyi felt that his power was constantly rising and reaching a level that he could not imagine. Finally, the spell gushed out, and strands of blood flowed from his nose, eyes and mouth.
This vitality-consuming mental explosion was more powerful than any other time he had used this magic. At this moment, the magician's realm could no longer explain the problem. I'm afraid that any magic cast by any great magician would not have such an effect.
The focus of his spell was on the imperials who were killing people wantonly. The mental shock erupted with Favio as the center. Favio, who was swinging his sword at Bai Yicheng, felt a sharp pain in his head, and his legs softened and he knelt on the ground. The sword that was originally aimed at Bai Yicheng's neck slashed his side, cut off his left arm, and then cut into his body. Bai Yicheng, who was also affected by the mental shock, had lost consciousness and didn't even know that his arm was cut off and a sword was inserted into his body.
Favio tried hard to stand up, but he felt that his mind's commands to his body were in chaos, and he couldn't even control a single finger.
The ripples of the mental explosion spread out, and mental magic rushed into everyone's body like a pack of crazy wolves, tearing the connection between their consciousness and body. Everyone who was swept up, no matter what they were doing, lost control of their body and fell to the ground.
Only the female wizard named Oni, who was far away from the center of the magic explosion and had a shield on her body, survived this magic. But it was obvious that she was frightened by Peng Ziyi's explosion. She could feel the violent aura contained in the opponent's magic through the shield. She waved the staff in her hand and tried her best to protect herself.
In the entire conference room, there was no one standing except her and Peng Ziyi.
Peng Ziyi pierced Favio's head with an ice spear, killing the imperial leader, and then shot dead the other two imperial soldiers who had fainted on the ground. He had to take advantage of the opportunity before they recovered and completely eliminate their threat.
Before he could stop, he was hit by two fireballs from behind. A crystal on the protective ring on his finger shattered due to the explosion of the fireball. He turned to look at Oni, and the female mage was preparing the third fireball.
"Now it's your turn!" Peng Ziyi raised his hand and a mental arrow hit Oni's shield. The female mage saw the man with blood on his face looking at her viciously, and she involuntarily took a step back.
But she was an elite selected from the Empire's Black Guards after all, and she quickly remembered what her mission was. She swung her staff quickly, and a series of small fireballs were fired, not only at Peng Ziyi, but also at the committee members on the ground. Mo Lanxin, who was lying on the ground, was hit by the fireballs and began to burn. She was originally unconscious due to the collateral damage of the mental explosion, but she was awakened by the burning pain and screamed miserably.
Seeing that Oni was not going to stop and was going to burn other committee members to death, Peng Ziyi roared and rushed towards her. Oni threw several fireballs at him in succession. After Peng Ziyi's shield was broken, he protected his head and face with his arms, and then used his mental strength to forcibly resist the fireballs. He rushed to Oni and slammed into her body, his shoulder against her abdomen, and carried her around the waist on his shoulders through the shield. He rushed to the window and threw her out.
Aoni broke the wooden window frame, and the glass on the window shattered. She was stunned by Peng Ziyi's crazy attack, and she didn't have time to cast any flying or floating spells. She fell directly, first hitting the wall, and then falling to the ground. Before she could get up, Peng Ziyi flew down from the window and stepped directly on her stomach.
He pressed his hand on her face, and ice and snow gathered from his palms. The cold air broke through Aoni's shield and froze her head into an ice ball. Peng Ziyi clenched his palms, and magical energy burst out from the inside of the ice ball, blowing it to pieces, leaving only a headless corpse.
Peng Ziyi stood up slowly, almost losing his balance. He stumbled two steps to the side and supported himself on the wall. He felt a pain in his throat and a mouthful of blood spurted out, leaving a red mark on the wall. (To be continued)