Thomas's body remained motionless, half of his body submerged in the seawater, occasionally waves hitting his stiff body.
The White Wizard, still with a straight face, smiled faintly. His white robes fluttered in the wind.
"The seal hasn't been fully opened yet?" he asked disdainfully.
Iris didn't answer. She soared into the air, behind her dozens of undead swarming towards the great Witch, pulling out their teeth and claws, ready to fight.
The White Wizard didn't seem fazed by seeing Iris and her cohorts. He raised his hand in the air, a white wave appeared, and made a loud bang towards the undead, immediately shattering into pieces.
Iris gasped in shock, her anger rising even further, her fists clenched tightly, she darted away with blazing red eyes, her claws blackened and elongated.
"BRAK!"
As Iris was blown away, tumbling down on the beach sand, a transparent white wall suddenly appeared and blocked her.
Iris's face throbbed, it felt like she was hitting an iron wall.
The woman immediately got up, red smoke billowing around her body, accompanied by a smoldering heat.
"It's useless if you want to fight me now," said the White Wizard, he snapped his fingers casually.
Thomas, who was in the seawater body, suddenly floated and was trapped in a transparent white cube in the air.
"He's dead," he continued in an even voice.
Iris growled, she looked at the already stiff Thomas, then she let out a disapproving roar.
The red smoke in Iris's hand floated up, slamming into the White Wizard and causing a loud explosion. As the seawater churned around him, a muddy hole appeared in front of the White Wizard.
"Quite a strong power, but you can't beat me." The White Wizard remained firmly in place with his transparent white walls. His white robe waved again, pure white without the slightest stain.
"Miguel, you are going to kill me!"
Iris dashed towards Miguel as the transparent white wall disappeared. She quickly grabbed his hand, Iris's nails extended and pierced the White Wizard's neck.
Miguel, the White Wizard, chuckled, blood dripping from his neck. He didn't care, his face didn't show any pain at all, remained calm and level, as if Iris' hands were nothing.
Iris's hand smoked red, emitting a burning heat and scalding the skin, Miguel's neck melted slowly, his flesh peeled off and fell into the waves until his body disappeared without a trace.
Iris looked at her hands in astonishment.
"You who are weak like that won't be able to kill me."
Miguel stood behind Iris all of a sudden. There was no trace of wounds or blood on his body, a transparent white wall protected him.
"BLAR!"
When Miguel raised his palm, a huge white wave immediately hit Iris' body, the woman was thrown into the sea.
The seawater churned, Iris wasted no time sinking there, she immediately shot out of the water and aimed her red smoke at Miguel.
The red smoke hit the transparent white wall, but wasn't strong enough to crack and shatter, Iris didn't stay still, she approached and launched an even stronger attack.
Iris's smoke appeared to have been swallowed up by the wall and vanished without a trace. Iris's eyes stared blankly, dissatisfied. She put his palms together, the red smoke was getting bigger and bigger, forming a hot mist that was rolling, getting bigger and bigger and covering the entire area.
Miguel raised an eyebrow, and he chuckled softly.
The sound of a huge explosion suddenly hit the surroundings, and Iris stood there with her body still puffing out red smoke.
The woman had reached the limit of her strength, her breathing was short.
"I don't have much time for you." Miguel closed his eyes, looked bored. He got down and approached Iris.
The woman widened her eyes in shock, she didn't expect Miguel to be able to withstand his magic explosion, she looked at Miguel's eyes sharply, not flinching in the slightest.
Miguel smiled faintly, he stepped gracefully on the sandy beach with holes. His robe and hair fluttered in the wind, his body seemed to emit white light.
"How about I give you a curse too? Ah, that's too boring, " said Miguel casually, he glanced at Thomas, who was still trapped in the transparent cube in midair.
Iris felt her body freeze, she couldn't move, her body stiffened like a statue. Her eyes turned black again and her hair fell. The red smoke surrounding her body dissipated slowly, her strength as if being suppressed by Miguel.
Miguel chuckled softly, a sword hovering near his body, glistening in the white light.
The blade swiftly slid towards Iris, aiming for her heart, Iris widened her eyes, she held her breath in fear, helpless.
"TRANG!"
Miguel's sword crashed and fell on the beach sand. The great Wizard was shocked, he immediately aimed his hand at the black figure that shot in front of him.
His white waves bounced off and attacked him, Miguel jumped to the side in annoyance. He glared at the black figure. The black figure embraced Iris in its arms.
Iris was too shocked and scared. She fainted after seeing the dazzling light, fell helplessly, and closed her eyes.
Miguel turned his head to see a tall man with black hair standing with a silver sword, his blue eyes glaring at him, and the transparent white cube that surrounded Thomas vanished without a trace.
The great wizard's eyes widened. He was surprised, but a second later, he grinned widely, as if he had found a very precious treasure in front of him.
"Ahh... As expected. "
The man standing was Thomas, he stood in his true form without being affected by the White Wizard's curse. A tall and stout figure, one hand holding the faint body of Iris, one hand brandishing a sword firmly.
The expression of anger was visible on Thomas' face, his teeth gritted, his forehead pressed together. The silver sword in his hand flashed, revealing the owner's arrogance, Thomas gripped it tightly.
The White Wizard looked at the silver sword with squinted eyes, a look of displeasure was evident on her face. Silver was the enemy of all races except humans. No one expected someone to possess it to even turn it into a sword.
Miguel took a deep breath, he tossed his long hair, he was surprised at this moment, not expecting anything at all if his guess all along was true.
He had felt this premonition for a long time since he cursed Thomas. If this prince was an ordinary human, then he would have long since died with a white body, but he could endure this far and return to his original form. There was only one possibility from his guesses.
Thomas Phyla is not human, not is he from any of the races in the Megalima kingdom!