"My name is Silver Eye... What a pity. To think that a young wizard with such a bright future would need to be killed by my own hands!"
The old wizard sighed, and a silver light abruptly burst from his pupils.
In his eyes, Su Lu seemed to see his reflection being twisted, morphed, and transformed into a circular ring.
Despite being an illusion, his body gradually became rigid, as if even his blood had ceased to flow.
"Illusion Technique?"
The thought crossed his mind as he quickly struggled free with a flash of inspiration.
'Pupu'!
Countless tiny silver needles emerged from the surrounding air, plunging into his previous position.
"Controlling metal? Interesting!"
From the dense forest nearby, Su Lu's figure appeared, longsword in hand and a playful look on his face. "But it's not enough to deal with me!"
"Witchcraft - Thousand-Needles Death Curse!"
