Chapter 1039: Zenitians’ Victory Part Three (2/2)

Unfortunately, Hazel Bank was a mage, and his close-range combat ability was weaker. When he used this sickle technique for a prolonged period of time, he didn’t have enough stamina to continue, and weakness was shown.

For a supreme master like Pedro, that split-second weakness was enough for him to escape 10,000 times.

“Too bad that I can’t use my undead magic. Otherwise, I would have killed that kid already.” Hazel Bank shook his head powerlessly.

Although the Holy Church was challenged, and people’s religious belief wasn’t as strict as before, undead magic was still a forbidden subject for humans.

Hazel Bank couldn’t use his true strength. Otherwise, his battle with Pedro wouldn’t last that long, and he wouldn’t need to partner up with Lampard.

“I wonder how Lampard is doing?” Thinking of Lampard, Hazel Bank got nervous and quickly turned around to look since that red-haired, middle-aged handsome man was knocked away by the sealed power in a magic scroll.

“Don’t worry; I’m ok.” At this moment, a calm voice sounded by the Undead Mage’s side.

“Damn it! You can’t just appear beside me without making a sound! It is scary!” Hazel Bank shrugged and dashed down like a bomb as he laughed, “Haha! Since even their head commander escaped, we can kill these enemies and make Barcelona taste the flavor of tears!”

The Undead Mage turned into a streak of light, and he flew close to the ground. Wherever he went, the Barcelonan soldiers exploded like fireworks. They died before they could scream.

These ordinary soldiers could never block the attack of a peak Burning Sun Lord.

Even though some Barcelonan soldiers had warrior energies, they couldn’t last a second under Hazel Bank’s strike.