"This vitality is just like a monster's."
Watching as Bashamu's Living Wood Armor gradually extinguished the flames.
The scene where Bashamu had survived within the fire.
Tuck became increasingly astonished at the warriors who were Transcendents; the vitality they possessed grew more ferocious with each rise in rank.
"If only I had such formidable vitality."
"Surviving is what creates room to strike back."
"With my current constitution, if I'm attacked up close, don't ask, it's instant death on the spot!"
Tuck, who had secretly prepared his witchcraft, tried his best to conceal his presence.
Just then, Tuck had thrown a Fire Oil Bullet.
Burning the opponent.
If the fire could kill the opponent, that would be great; if not, it would still disrupt their perception.
That way, Tuck could effectively conceal his aura and tracks.
Bashamu, holding his outstretched Living Wood Shield, dared not use his eyes to directly observe.
He could only track Tuck through the Hunter's keen sense of smell.
This was why, just now, Tuck was running around the bonsai.
And this fellow, he smashed quite a few flowers and plants.
Once Tuck had precisely concealed his aura,
a problem arose.
Without being able to use the Hunter Sense to catch Tuck, what could Bashamu use to find him?
Use his eyes?
Haha...
That's what Tuck thought as well.
The flames had been snuffed out.
The altar, which had been ablaze with activity just a moment ago,
had now fallen into deathly silence.
As Bashamu sniffed around with his highly trusted Hunter Sense,
his heart suddenly sank.
He couldn't find the wizard anymore.
"Even if I can't find you, I still have ways to track you down!"
With his heart chilled to an icy ferocity, Bashamu took a deep breath.
Power of the shadows rolled from deep within his throat.
"Awooo, awooo, awooo..."
The howling of the Dark Wolves, echoing from their bloodline power,
swirled back and forth against the backdrop of the altar's black Dark Sun.
Without making a sound,
three Shadow Demon Wolves leapt out from the deep shadows behind Bashamu.
"Attack!"
Following Bashamu's command,
the three Shadow Demon Wolves charged forward.
Very soon,
the sound of cleaving air rang out.
Followed by the consecutive snapping sounds,
as if a whip was fighting against the three Shadow Demon Wolves.
And during the fight,
Bashamu strained his hearing, his sense of smell, and all his other senses to the utmost,
hoping to pinpoint that accursed wizard.
However, there was nothing...
The wizard had not moved at all and was hiding right behind the blind spot of his own shield.
"I don't believe you can hide forever."
"My Shadow Howl can summon Shadow Demon Wolves indefinitely."
The Shadow Demon Wolves were summoned in shadow form and weren't too strong, with levels just over ten.
Soon the first wave of three Shadow Demon Wolves were eliminated by the Bloodthorn Vine.
"Awooo, awooo..."
Just as Bashamu was about to summon for the second round,
suddenly,
Bashamu caught a glimpse of a figure in the corner of his eye.
"Not good!"
He wanted to move the shield.
But it was already too late.
"Bang!"
The sound of a gunshot marked the end.
After the pain in his eyes, came a deep numbness.
And then, everything before Bashamu turned pitch-black.
"It's over!"
A chill ran down Bashamu's spine as his heart sank to its lowest.
"No… it's not over yet."
Suddenly, as if struck by a thought, Bashamu seemed to remember something.
He raised his head, looking in the direction of the altar.
Even though he could no longer see anything.
But he could still feel the power of the Dark Sun God above there.
There lay the power he had accumulated through sacrifice, waiting to be offered alongside the A-grade Transcendent Talent at the time of consecration.
Now, immediately, without delay, he prayed to the Dark Sun God.
Begging for the restoration of his sight, and for the gift of strength.
Then he could turn the tables for sure.
Just at that moment, Bashamu only felt a sudden impact against his back.
Fire blazed up around him once more.
"Damn Wizard."
While cursing, Bashamu dashed rapidly towards the direction of the altar.
As he was about to approach the altar.
He faintly felt the breath of a sacred glow.
"Sss..."
A strand about one meter long, as thick as a finger, the Sculpting Light Spear.
It fiercely pierced through Bashamu's skull, nailing him firmly to the ground.
And the steps of the altar, were already within reach.
Yet he would never make it there.
"Huff..."
Letting out a breath, Tuck put the alchemy bomb back into his Storage Bracelet.
If this strike hadn't killed the fellow, Tuck was prepared to use an alchemy bomb to blow him away.
But this monster, with its extraordinary vitality, finally died when the Sculpting Light Spear penetrated its brain!
"The might of the Sculpting Light Spear is indeed formidable; this guy was wearing Living Wood Armor, which is comparable to Transcendent steel armor of the same thickness."
"Yet it was still penetrated by the Sculpting Light Spear, truly worthy of being a Two-star light-related witchcraft, simply outstanding in its power."
"It's just that the spell-casting time is a bit long, and it consumes a lot of Origin Energy."
"But that's not a problem."
"Once I have accumulated enough Origin Energy Experience and have conducted proper (brainless) research on witchcraft (with added points)."
"The casting time and Origin Energy consumption of that witchcraft will be improved."
"Meanwhile, the problem of the Sculpting Light Spear's insufficient flight speed can also be significantly improved."
With the death of Hunter Bashamu.
The altar area returned to tranquility.
Tuck dragged Bashamu's corpse a little further away from the altar and began to clear the battlefield of its spoils.
First was the Living Wood Armor.
Living Wood was made from the tough skin of a Treant, forged into a Transcendent suit of armor.
Although it had been penetrated by Tuck's Sculpting Light Spear, the advantage of Living Wood Armor is that it can absorb Transcendent wooden materials to self-repair.
"This thing is not only light but also has strong defense capabilities; it is much better than my Chainmail."
While Bashamu's body was still warm, Tuck had already put on his Living Wood Armor.
After opening Bashamu's Transcendent bracelet to take a look, Tuck's brow furrowed slightly.
There wasn't much of value inside.
Merely over thirty pieces of Magic Gold.
He wasn't as wealthy as Eden Glaston.
"That's unexpected! According to what Eden Glaston said."
"Hunter Bashamu had almost taken the lion's share of the wealth from the entire guild."
"He couldn't possibly be this poor."
"Did this guy hide his wealth somewhere?"
"Or could it be?"
Tuck's gaze inadvertently swept over the altar.
That glance at the small black Dark Sun on it, sharp like a spike, made Tuck's heart ache.
"This guy, has he invested all his resources in the offerings to the Dark Sun Evil God?"
"Is that tiny Dark Sun his entire savings?"
"That evil thing, it's very uncomfortable even to glance at."
"If it were to break free of the altar's range, who knows what might happen."
"It's definitely not portable; how about..."
A bold idea emerged in Tuck's mind.