Herag didn't expect the old man to be so fragile; with just one slap, his head flew off.
He could sense from the magic fluctuations on the old man that he was a Crystalization Wizard.
Originally, he just intended to approach quickly and then heavily injure the old man.
Who would have thought that the old man was already exhausted and extremely weak.
The old man's quill wasn't just using blood as ink; it also contained his own life energy.
When he finished the drawing, his Fire of Life was about to extinguish.
"What does it matter if you kill me? The passage has already been opened, and you can't stop it." The old man's head, lying aside, continued speaking, eyes fixed on Herag.
Having dealt with Abyssal Cultists numerous times, Herag wasn't surprised, knowing that the old man must be maintaining life energy through the power of demons.
He turned his head to look at the large fat worm and David within the witch array.
The large fat worm was deflating like a punctured balloon.
