Chapter 120: Counter-Kill

Shadows of black flickered and intertwined within the stone pillar prison.

Lin Wei stood with his arms crossed over his chest, eyes tightly shut, controlling sphere after sphere of black energy to rapidly detonate and withdraw at the junctions of the stone pillars.

“The stored witch energy in the stone pillar prison is depleting...” A trace of joy flickered at the corner of Lin Wei’s eye, confirming that his current decision was indeed the right one.

However, Lin Wei quickly restrained his expression. Although the reserve of witch energy was rapidly diminishing under his siphoning, he could not be certain of success. Previously, Lin Wei's witch and spiritual energies had only allowed him to simulate changes at the junctions for two minutes. If, after two minutes, the reserve was still not exhausted, he would have to wait for further replenishment and rerun the sacred light shadow model.

Ten seconds... twenty seconds... fifty seconds...

Time slipped away swiftly.

Around the eighty-second mark, the stone pillar prison model synchronized to Lin Wei’s retina suddenly shifted. The junctions, once pulsating with witch energy fluctuations, began to dim gradually.

Within mere blinks, the witch energy reserves inside the stone pillar prison had vanished entirely.

“Success!” Lin Wei retracted the scattered black spheres.

“What is this...” Ingemar and Chrysalis exchanged glances, then sighed softly.

To their eyes, the surrounding stone pillars showed no sign of change; they thought Lin Wei had failed.

“Ingemar, Chrysalis...” Lin Wei suddenly called softly.

“Hmm?” Both turned their attention to him.

Lin Wei said no more but walked to one of the stone pillars and extended his right index finger.

“What is he doing?” a question flashed through Ingemar and Chrysalis’s minds.

A sharp sound—

To their astonishment, Lin Wei’s finger, like a knife piercing tofu, effortlessly punched a hole through the stone pillar.

The enchantment was broken!

Ingemar’s face flushed red with excitement as he wanted to shout out loud.

Lin Wei quickly gestured for silence.

“Hmm...” Ingemar and Chrysalis, unsure of Lin Wei’s reasons, chose to comply.

Lin Wei settled into a cross-legged position.

The previous sacred light shadow model had drained too much of his witch and spiritual energies. To eliminate the third-level witch apprentice and shatter the communication crystal smoothly, he needed to ensure ample reserves of both.

“Mr. Lin Wei seems to be restoring his witch and spiritual energy...” Chrysalis whispered into Ingemar’s ear as she glanced at Lin Wei.

Ingemar nodded in understanding.

Both remained silent, grasping Lin Wei’s intention. Once he regained his strength, they would strike the third-level witch apprentice outside with overwhelming force.

“Mr. Lin Wei is truly an extraordinary man...” Chrysalis stared thoughtfully at Lin Wei’s back.

Less than half an hour later, Lin Wei’s eyes suddenly snapped open.

The rune fragments derived from the intelligent core were nearly perfect in form, enabling Lin Wei’s recovery to outpace that of ordinary men.

Lin Wei stood and motioned to Chrysalis and Ingemar.

They nodded quietly in response.

Boom!

Lin Wei’s fist smashed into the stone pillar.

Crash!

This time, the pillar shattered into countless pieces.

“Wind Blades!” Ingemar’s sleeve flicked, unleashing a dozen or more transparent sharp blades that soared toward the third-level witch apprentice.

“What?!” At the moment the stone pillar exploded, the third-level witch apprentice snapped out of his meditation, eyes wide with disbelief. The method left behind by the senior witch had been broken just like that? Impossible!

Though taken aback, the apprentice showed excellent combat awareness.

The instant Ingemar released the Wind Blades, the apprentice darted from his position.

But caught off guard, he was too slow; two blades sliced into his leg, exposing bone and spraying blood.

“Run!” The apprentice quickly controlled the bleeding and fled toward the Fang Blood Shadow’s central base without looking back.

If he had a choice, he would not have done this. That was the resting place of the senior witch — a place of solemn authority he dared not challenge, especially within the strictly ranked Fang Blood Shadow. Even after imprisoning Lin Wei and his companions, he had refrained from disturbing the central base’s senior witch at night.

But now, in crisis, his life was at stake, and he cared for nothing else.

“Trying to escape?” Lin Wei’s witch energy surged.

A long black chain instantly wrapped around the apprentice’s waist, halting his movement abruptly.

“Damn it!” The apprentice’s face twisted with frustration as tendrils of wood sprouted from his back, grasping the jet-black chain and tugging fiercely.

Clang!

The black chain dissolved into nothingness.

Yet his escape was clearly disrupted.

“Storm Slice!” Ingemar unleashed his suppressed fury, eyes wild with madness.

Sshh!

A fine line appeared before the apprentice.

“Danger!” His pupils contracted sharply as he twisted his body to avoid the lethal strike.

Screech!

But too slow, his entire arm was severed.

“Dreamlight Halo!” Chrysalis, ignoring the backlash, immediately cast a spell as the apprentice dodged.

His expression momentarily blank, but clarity returned in an instant.

“Mind Witchcraft?!” He ground his teeth in hatred.

Pfft!

Chrysalis spat blood, her face pale; the apprentice’s spiritual power was simply too overwhelming.

“Still want to run?” Lin Wei’s figure appeared behind the apprentice, making every hair on his body stand on end.

He instinctively twisted his body.

Yet before him was a pair of pale violet eyes, surrounded by a faint glow.

The Eyes of Shadow!

Having just broken free from the mind witchcraft, he now suffered a severe spiritual assault.

“Die!”

A black blade materialized in Lin Wei’s palm.

Ingemar, about to unleash his killing move, paused upon seeing Lin Wei act.

Sshh!

The black blade sliced through.

The apprentice’s head rolled to the ground.

“Thanks.” Lin Wei glanced at Ingemar.

Ingemar had deliberately slowed his attack earlier, clearly intending to let Lin Wei claim the thirty points.

“We should be the ones thanking you,” Ingemar finally exhaled in relief.