The wizard was so angry his face turned green. With a wave of his Magic Wand, swoosh, two ice cones shot out. The first ice cone shattered the Magma Fireball, and the second hit a smaller Molten Giant.
The smaller Molten Giant broke apart, but the wizard couldn't feel any joy because he sensed a larger Magma Fireball being thrown at him from behind.
This demon didn't want to kill him at all; he was merely dragging things out, preparing to capture him alive.
This wouldn't do, he couldn't be captured alive. Gritting his teeth, the wizard turned around, ready to fight to the death, but as he turned, he saw several figures rushing towards him.
On the Little Zombie's head, where a furry hat-like large cat sat, its mouth agape: "Ah—"
Space fluctuated in a way imperceptible to ordinary people. In this unstable state, any Teleportation Scroll was useless.
