Chapter 92 Group Attack Is Not Enough

The eldest prince of the Leiwu Empire, Lei Ke, was twenty-five years old, a senior combat master, and highly valued by the emperor.

The butler Thaston was very considerate and tried every means to collect money for him all day long.

After seeing Thaston come up with his ruffian-style methods again, Lake was extremely satisfied.

Just when his eyes were shining brightly and he was looking at the thousands of monster corpses around him, a shrill scream came.

"Ah...my hand..."

Turning his head quickly following the sound, Lake was shocked!

Butler Thaston's left hand was severed at the wrist.

And the black-faced man was holding the amputated hand in his hand.

Saston was in unbearable pain and hurriedly took out a bottle of magic potion and sprinkled it on his wrist to stop the bleeding.

He didn't see clearly how his hand was broken, but he felt a trace of magic fluctuation.

It is really unreasonable. I, a dignified mid-level magician, actually lost one of my hands under a sneak attack by a black-faced man. What a shame and humiliation!

We must break his limbs so that he can neither survive nor die!

Saston quickly retreated to the rear while muttering a spell: "Dear Lord Vulcan, your servant..."

"What servant is not a servant? Your Lord Vulcan is here!"

Heibao opened his mouth, and a dragon's breath spurted out!

"call!"

Thaston immediately turned into a ball of fire and was burned to a pile of ashes in the blink of an eye.

"Nagging, nagging, when you finish reciting the spell, I will even prepare the urn and pit for you!"

Hei Bao muttered disdainfully and turned around to continue collecting his food.

"Gah!"

The whole place was quiet!

The eldest prince's face was filled with astonishment!

The group of warriors and magisters he brought also looked shocked.

Thaston just died?

That's an intermediate mage, not just any cat or puppy.

"hiss!"

These people suddenly felt a chill!

The black-faced man is no ordinary person!

Swish, swish, swish! Under the look of the eldest prince, the warriors drew their weapons.

Walking towards Heibao step by step.

The magisters prepared their respective spell gestures.

Hei Bao, who was busy at work, turned his head with a fierce look in his eyes.

Zhang Xing has already secretly issued an order. Once they take action, they will be killed without mercy!

Looking at these people, every one of them was a whole level higher than him.

With eight warriors and six magisters, this lineup is a force that cannot be underestimated no matter where it goes.

If it were placed at Fort Saint-Laurent, it would probably be able to wipe out all the aristocratic forces there.

It would be difficult for Heibao to cope without transforming. After all, relying on the human body cannot fully utilize his strengths.

The eldest prince thought he was sure of victory, and a proud smile appeared on his face.

"Black boy, I don't care who you are, if you kill my servant, you will pay with your life!"

"Remember, the person who killed you is the eldest prince of the Leiwu Empire, Lake!"

"Do it!"

Following Lake's order, six magisters took the lead in launching an attack.

"Slowness!"

"Blindness!"

"Protective Aegis!"

Only two sounds of biu and biu were heard, and the first two magics flashed away on Hei Bao!

The third magic revealed a layer of light curtain on the eight warriors.

Immediately afterwards, each of the eight warriors smiled cruelly, swung their broad swords and slashed at Hei Bao from eight directions.

However, the next scene made everyone present dumbfounded.

Of course, except Zhang Xing.

I saw Hei Bao's body moving automatically without any wind. The moment the broad sword struck, he flew into the air with a swish.

The six magicians were stunned. His speed was not restricted at all. The magic failed?

Before they had time to think about the reason, they heard a loud roar that shattered their eardrums.

"Plop!"

The two magisters couldn't bear the shocking sound and immediately sat down on the ground.