Chapter 364 - Cliff (1/2)

After the intense spell exchange lasted for more than ten breaths, Heath flashed and appeared in front of the oil painting in an instant. He raised the sword in his hand and slashed at the oil painting.

”Sword Wind!”

With a low roar from Heath, the sound of wind breaking could be heard. Then, the entire corridor was filled with numerous wind blades that filled the entire corridor.

With the wind blades in the air, Heath's greatsword pounced on the oil painting.

In the oil painting, the mustached man hurriedly waved his dagger to summon magic to resist. However, compared to the large number of wind blades summoned by the Sword Wind, the spells summoned by the mustached man were like a drop in the bucket... As soon as the two sides came into contact, they quickly collapsed. In just a few breaths' time, there were only a few of them left.

The remaining wind blades were no longer blocked by anything. They went straight for the oil painting without any obstruction.

”No!!!”

A mournful and unwilling scream rang out. The man in the painting watched in despair as the wind blades pounded heavily on the oil painting.

Boom -- Boom!

Two short syllables rang out. Not long after the wind blades pounced on the oil painting, a 'boom' was heard. The entire oil painting was ignited into a ball of flames.

”Ah!!!”

The man in the painting let out a shrill scream under the burning flames.

This sound lasted for a short while before it gradually weakened and finally disappeared. At this time, the entire oil painting had been burned to the point that there were only a few ashes left on the ground. Naturally, the man in the oil painting had also been burned to nothing.

The noisy corridor just a moment ago had already returned to peace in an instant.

”Hu! Hu!”

Standing in the corridor, Heath shook the sweat off his hair and panted lightly. Although the fight had not been long, the intensity of the fight was not weak at all. In such a high-intensity magic fight... His consumption was not weak either.

After resting for a while, Heath took out two bottles of Spiritual Water from his dimensional pocket and drank them. Only then did he recover.

Then, Heath waved to the back of the corridor. ”It's done. Come over.”

Jackman and the others had been waiting outside. They knew that they couldn't interfere in a battle between intermediate-level Wizards. Forcing their way over would only cause trouble. Thus, they had been staying outside obediently from the start.

Facing the stalemate, the two of them had been anxious for quite a while. At this time, they heard Heath's shout and hurried over.

”Wizard Heath, are you alright?” Alza asked with a frown.

He probably felt that Heath's spiritual power was a bit impetuous. As he spoke, he hurriedly took out a bottle of Spiritual Water and handed it over. ”This is for you. I hope it can help you recover some of your lost magic power.”

Heath waved his hand. ”No need. I've already drunk it.”

After drinking the potion in his stomach, Heath was still used to using the potion he made himself. He still needed to maintain some basic vigilance.

After a pause, he continued, ”Alright, let's continue forward.”

”Yes.”