Chapter 375 - The Devil on Earth doge (1/2)

The man with the bow wore leather armor, and his hair was so dirty and disordered that he could almost be said to be wearing dreadlocks.

This man was a little hunched, and his temperament seemed very gloomy, with a sense of lifelessness.

Players were different. Because they treated this world as a game and never truly died, most of them were full of lively and upbeat traits, and even some special professions, such as Thieves and a.s.sa.s.sins and so on, had a peculiar aura—a cold, calm kind of professional temperament.

They couldn’t possibly have a sense of lifelessness, a sense of despair as if there was no hope.

After all, players had a fallback no matter what.

Even if the character couldn’t be used and was being hunted by NPC forces, the worst that could happen was deleting the character and restarting the game.

This was why players couldn’t possibly have a lifeless temperament.

Not far away, the magical flames were still burning, and it would take at least half an hour for them to extinguish.

Jason and the other members of Silver Wings even had their iron armor burned away, not to mention their bodies.

Not even the ashes of their corpses could be found.

Roland didn’t bother to wait for the other party to resurrect. Besides, even after they revived, they would never dare start trouble with him again.

He then cast his gaze in the direction the magic spider had tracked, estimating the distance.

The bow-wielder who sneaked-attacked him ran fast and was about to run past the range that the magic spider could track.

After all, Roland’s mental power also had a limit, and there was a maximum distance at which he could control the magic spider and receive the images sent back.

A spatial bubble swallowed him and jetted him out.

The whistling wind soared into the sky with him, disappearing in an instant.

Roland didn’t fly high; he could see the trees below him sweeping by like water, chasing after the magic spider’s mental imprint. Within a minute, Roland saw a silhouette of a man running through the woods below, appearing and disappearing at times.

And the magic spider’s mental imprint was a little behind the man.

That’s him.

With a thought, Roland had the spatial bubble project him toward the ground.

His entire body transformed into a streak of white light, and the sound brought about by his high-speed flight was like a thunderous boom that smashed directly into the ground.

The huge momentum directly hauled up all the material around Roland in a radius of more than ten meters, and the trees a meter further were blown back to the point of almost kissing the ground.

The bow-wielder’s reaction speed was very fast, and when Roland was about to land on the ground, he had already changed direction at a right angle midway and immediately escaped in the other direction.

He dashed quickly while turning his head back.

After the strong wind swept by, only smoke and dust were left.

The bow-wielder’s lifeless face revealed some surprise. It was the first time he had ever seen such exaggerated power when someone crashed down from the sky.

However, this being the case, he fled with all his might.

This person was clearly a monster.

Just before he ran a few steps, he suddenly saw something seemingly emerging from the smoke and dust, and a faint white light.

Just when he found this strange, he felt his blood run cold at the sight that suddenly appeared before him.

As an agile professional, the specialty of Intuitive Reaction worked in his favor this instant. He instinctively jumped, then saw a white ring of ice almost graze his feet.

Then he saw a Mage in a black robe smiling ten meters in front of him, pointing a finger at him.

The blue Arcane Bullets that covered the skies were like a flower blooming before his eyes.