Pillar of Yita

Sure enough, before the Light Arrow could hit the ’Messenger’, it turned into a bundle of black flames in mid-air.

”Ah!” Miss Priestess was taken aback, not expecting her spell to be countered.

The ’Messenger’ sneered, indeed there was an ambush beneath the wooden bridge. Earlier, he got distracted by that fragment, completely unaware of this. Unfortunately, these people’s abilities were too weak. Waving his magic wand again, Miss Priestess screamed and was sent flying back into the pit below.

The Imperial Guard Swordsman and Musketeer, who were attacking the Black Swordsman, were startled, preparing to turn and go for support.

But at this moment, Fang Hong shouted softly, ”Don’t go over.”

The two hesitated slightly, but a long arrow had already passed them, hitting Miss Priestess on the shoulder. She grunted and fell to the ground but stretched out her arms rigidly, letting out a roar.

Seeing this, the Imperial Guard Swordsman and Musketeer were astonished, only then realizing that at some point Miss Priestess had become menacing and no longer recognized anyone.

”It’s the Heart Control Technique,” the Archer put down the bow calmly and said, ”Find a way to restrain her.”

Only then did Fang Hong turn back.

The guy in front of him seemed almost fatally injured, but with what little combat power left, he was still able to fight on par with them.

After all, it was genuinely a Level 25 BOSS—

And he knew the opponent must still have a trump card; the strength shown now was only standard for an undead wizard of this rank.

”Don’t give him a chance to cast spells.”

”The more powerful the spell, the more preparation time it needs.”

Miss Tata’s voice came from the darkness.

Fang Hong turned back but did not see the Fairy and Lady Cat’s presence.

In the dimness, he vaguely saw the reflection of Miss Natural Historian’s silver Magic Guided Book. Gita was there—she must have also entered the pre-arranged position.

Fang Hong turned back again.

”Still dare to be distracted,” the ’Messenger’ at this moment recalled the face from his memory, finally remembering where he had seen the counterpart, old and new grudges surged up: ”Let’s settle Dolifen’s account here together.”

His pale right hand became a hook, a claw lunging toward Fang Hong.

But Fang Hong just looked at him.

At the same time, he revealed the left hand hidden behind him.

With fingers together, the metallic glove shimmered with a trace of cold light in the dark.

The White Bone Prison had not yet formed, only a flash of silver light swept by, like a boundary line descending from the darkness. The ’Messenger’, chilled to the heart, had to abandon the spell in hand and dodge sideways.

The slim Construct girl appeared out of nowhere, quietly slicing past him from behind, the fine flat blade cutting through the shield.

A pale blue shield damage number popped up in Fang Hong’s vision.

The ’Messenger’ grunted, turning back, only to be shocked realizing Fang Hong could control Flexible Constructs with both hands. As soon as the Energy Angel struck, the force field pivoted it back with ease.

The ’Messenger’ raised the Skeleton Staff, preparing to counterattack, but was surprised to see the Energy Angel split into three upon landing.

Three identical Energy Angels stood in the dark, each like a mirror image.

Only then did Fang Hong’s soft voice come: ”Guess who I am?”

He raised his right hand, adjusting the gloves.

Two identical versions of him appeared on either side.

The ’Messenger’ drew a deep breath, not expecting to be teased by the youth. He closed his eyes, reopened them, roared angrily, and raised his magic wand, casting a dark beam at Fang Hong.

But the three Fang Hongs remained unmoved, the dark beam passed through one, the shadow flickering without harm. The three switched positions, standing again before the ’Messenger’.

Fang Hong watched him leisurely, seemingly unconcerned by the attack: ”Trying to test my reaction to find the real one?”

”It’s okay, let’s see who gets more chances.”

As soon as he spoke, the three raised their right hand in unison, slashing down to the left.

Behind the ’Messenger’, three Energy Angels lunged at him. Despite Fang Hong’s words, the ’Messenger’ remained unmoved—his previous outrage was clearly an act, silently marking Fang Hong’s earlier position, and instinctively dodging, raising the magic wand to cast another spell.

He misjudged again, dodging a phantom while the real Energy Angel struck his shield with a sword.

Another pale blue number appeared.

The black shield dimmed considerably.

However, his spell completed, a dark beam shot through another of Fang Hong’s phantoms. Luce within the Bone Prison watched wide-eyed—

He noticed the ’Messenger’s attacks hit different phantoms, yet Fang Hong clearly swapped positions.

Coincidence? Or had the undead wizard memorized the swap order?

Fang Hong remained calm, controlling another set of Energy Angels with his left hand.

The ’Messenger’ rolled sideways, successfully dodging the Energy Angel’s attack this time, but his spell cast toward Fang Hong was dodged as well. In the cramped, dark space, the two exchanged blows, passing by each other.

This time Luce finally saw clearly, the ’Messenger’s third attack indeed targeted a different mirror image—

He had really remembered the swap order, even the Energy Angels’ swaps.

What astonishing live memory?

He mouthed as if to warn Fang Hong. But the undead wizard’s action was too swift; by the time Luce reacted, the third round of attacks had already begun.

Fang Hong was clearly falling behind.

Luce anxiously shook the Bone Prison, wanting to help, but it didn’t budge. Elsewhere, the Black Swordsman and the counterattacking Miss Priestess were also entangling others.

The third clash.

The second Energy Angel and its duplicates finally arrived. Since this group was attacking for the first time, the ’Messenger’ couldn’t dodge, and was struck on the shield with a sword.

The active shield trembled, nearly breaking.

Had he been in perfect condition, Fang Hong and two Energy Angels couldn’t breach his shield. But after taking nearly point-blank explosions from the Fire Claw Swordsman earlier, his shield was already at its limit.

But it was enough.

The ’Messenger’ clenched his teeth, thinking, while the Skeleton Staff shot black light—the last of the three phantoms must be the real one.

”Got you!” he sneered.

But the expression quickly froze.

For he saw his sure strike penetrate Fang Hong’s phantom, vanishing into the dark beyond. Yet the youth in front was unscathed, and even tilted his head with a smile.

”Did you guess right?”

In the cave.

Six Energy Angels, three Fang Hongs, six phantoms.

Yet Fang Hong simply swayed his metallic gloves: ”But I never said there were only this many phantoms, did I?”

A Combat Artisan closing in for combat was inherently unwise.

Alarm bells rang in the ’Messenger’s mind, realizing the trickery—he gripped the Skeleton Staff, turning toward a direction in the darkness.

A shriek, a Flying Claw came from that direction, hitting the shield before he could respond.

’Crack’.

The black shield finally shattered.

Then he heard a deep, commanding tone: ”Energy Angels, attack—!”

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