In the eyes of the Wizard Group at this moment, the world seemed to have turned golden, and this gold was particularly unique, a colour not found in nature, as if all things had turned into gold foil.
With this, his mental projection was forcefully imposed into the mind of every person present.
Especially into Davina's mind.
Davina could only be heard moaning in pain as Hugo Russo's mental projection entered her mind in an overwhelmingly dominant manner.
"Get out of my brain, I...." Davina grabbed her own neck with both hands, twisted forcefully, and actually snapped her own neck.
Then, she fell to the ground, breathing no more.
The stunned witch apprentice sat limply on the ground, panting lightly. "Isn't it... in our graveyard, shouldn't her mana be suppressed?"
"Why is she still so powerful?"
"And moreover, by killing her, it seems like we're one sacrifice short."
Graveyard leader Hugo Russo looked at her discontentedly.
