Chapter 312 - A Man Should Be Enduring (2/2)

Dual Casting was her ultimate technique.

It worked at first, as the wall was obviously softening much faster.

But in no more than two seconds, whoever was inside the shelter improved their speed too.

The two parties were caught in an impa.s.se again.

Actually, the woman felt that she was on the losing side. After all, the enemy could only fix whatever she messed up, which meant that their speed of restoration was higher than her speed of destruction.

Four hours later, the woman stopped and wiped her sweat.

Now she felt that the opponent inside the tent couldn’t be a human being, but was an elf or something with a dragon bloodline.

Those were the only two creatures with such a copious storage of magic power except vampires in the night.

She took a few breaths, and the black mist nearby flowed into her body like clouds.

Even the rain was twisted by the rapid absorption.

Sensing that the power in her was increasing, the woman cast Stone to Mud again.

Another round of the battle started.

Another two hours pa.s.sed.

The rain had stopped, and the east was turning bright.

It was almost dawn.

The woman was covered in sweat, as if she had just been doused in water. Her dress and her brown hair were stuck to her skin, making her less appealing than before.

Her face had gotten much paler too.

Even though she was a vampire, and she had Night’s Kin, using spells for such a long time was too much for her.

Her head was aching badly.

Besides, the sun was coming out. If she didn’t find a hideout, she would be burnt into a fireball by the sunlight within two minutes.

It was impossible to continue the compet.i.tion anymore.

The humanoid creatures near her feet were getting uneasy too.

The woman declared to the rock tent regretfully, “Just wait for it! I’ll come back tonight!”

Then, she morphed into a flock of bats and disappeared into the woods, followed by the humanoid creatures.

She’s finally gone!

Inside the rock tent, Roland helplessly looked at his thumbs and his middle fingers.

It was his habit to snap his fingers when he cast a spell because it looked cool.

However, the vampire in the black dress had taught him a lesson today.

He couldn’t remember how many times he snapped his fingers tonight. Was it five thousand? Or maybe ten?

The skin on his thumbs and his middle fingers on both hands had been worn off, exposing the red flesh to the air.

It looked very miserable, but since he could only feel one-tenth of pain, it was not very uncomfortable.

Was this the repercussion of being cool?

It seemed that he shouldn’t snap his fingers anymore. If another lunatic approached him, he might lose his fingers.

Andonara treated Roland’s fingers in sympathy.

When the sun was up, Roland finally created a door in the rock tent.

Everybody came out and resumed the journey.

The magic apprentices didn’t really know what happened, but they could guess that their chairman ran into a formidable enemy, or he wouldn’t have snapped his fingers for a whole night.

As a result, they were hearing things. Even though they were in their carriages, the snap of fingers was still echoing in their heads continually.