Chapter 705 - 323: Fast-Forward to Fighting Side by Side with Blood Demon Bra

Blood Demon Bra’s soul fragment.

Or should we say.....

A part of its core.

In the process of crushing the soul just now, Lu Wenwu intercepted the most essential part, which contained much strange power he couldn’t yet comprehend.

Lu Wenwu suspected this strange power was the reason the Blood Demon could continually resurrect.

Is it the power of a god?

Or of this world itself?

For now, study it; if you can’t figure it out, wait for the Blood Demon to resurrect and then decide what to do.

In his experience, the principles behind such resurrections with the undying attribute are generally similar.

If the soul is thoroughly attached, the resurrection can occur randomly, possibly in an obscure corner.

But if some body tissue is preserved, this resurrection power is more likely to use that tissue as a resurrection medium, equivalently selecting a resurrection point.

Lu Wenwu thought for a moment, then raised his hand, and the Bath Fire Demon Dragon Staff shrank to an abnormal size.

With a flick on the Blood Demon’s soul fragment, soul power cut through it cleanly, dividing the fragment into two separate entities.

He placed one fragment in a Basic Magic Storage Box, while the other was stored in a Jade Box containing Heavenly and Earthly Treasures, sealed with a Soul Restriction, and delivered to the Dragon Mansion.

If the opponent manages to resurrect directly in the Dragon Mansion, the expression should be quite splendid.

After tidying up his belongings, Lu Wenwu slightly pressed his foot, and his whole body soared like a giant bird, landing softly at a distant spot.

The rain had stopped.

The dark clouds scattered, leaving a bright sky and a clear moon.

Amidst the muddy ground, the elderly Ilder lay there, groaning in pain.

The newly custom-made, expensive magic staff had already been shattered into seven or eight pieces in the clash between Lu Wenwu and the Blood Demon, scattered on the ground.

Lu Wenwu squatted down, examining the twisted face carefully, and said earnestly, "You see, I said you couldn’t turn back, didn’t I? How does it feel to be drained of life energy by the Blood Demon?"

Ilder seemed to regain some consciousness.

He shakily attempted to lift his hand, trying to do something.

But the severe deficit within his body rendered him incapable.

Previously, where magic power flowed smoothly like the Yangtze River, now not a trace remained, leaving only dried-up, shrunken meridians like a depleted creek.

Two streams of blood tears trickled down his lifeless face.

His magic talent was gone.

His path of cultivation was broken.

For someone who always prided himself on his superior casting talent and looked down on ordinary people, this was more painful than being killed.

Ilder broke down, pleading with Lu Wenwu to save him, heal his injuries, and replenish his depleted origin, swearing to the God of Magic that he had realized his mistakes.

Lu Wenwu gently shook his head, "You haven’t realized your mistakes; you just realized you are going to die."

"Save me... please.... save me, won’t you... you’re so powerful, you must have a way..." Ilder, tears streaming down, "I’m willing to serve you as my master, be your servant for life..."

"I don’t need servants; you’re too weak." Lu Wenwu said, "Besides, don’t you think it’s too late to say all this now? After all, you have at most ten left..."

"Ten years? I only have ten years of life left?" Ilder broke down even more, emitting an inhuman scream, "Blood Demon! You ruined my future, blocked my path; I will have no peace until your demise!"

Lu Wenwu looked at him with pity, softly uttering the second syllable, "Nine..."

In that instant, Ilder’s voice stopped abruptly, like a goose whose neck had been wrung.

He tried hard to make a sound, but all that came out were airy gasps like an old bellows.

The forest fell silent, as quiet as a ghostly abyss.

"Eight..."

"Seven..."

As Lu Wenwu counted down, Ilder’s cloudy eyes widened more and more.

Until "one" was spoken, it seemed he used the last of his strength to let out a sharp scream.

Then, with a gentle breeze, that ancient, crippled body disintegrated, turning to dust scattered by the wind.

Leaving behind just a tattered school magic robe and a magic staff twisted into a pile of metal fragments, he left nothing else.

"Those who court danger can’t survive..."

Lu Wenwu put away the magic staff and released Mao Mao.

"I just wanted to experience a quiet campus life to relive my youth, study stuffed pancakes, so why force me? Look, now you’ve put yourself to sleep, haven’t you?"

"Master, that golden-haired uncle and the old man with a sword have arrived."

Mao Mao lifted her head and sniffed, tapping Lu Wenwu’s leg with a paw.

"And a few others I don’t recognize."

Lu Wenwu looked toward the castle area of the Magick Magic Academy, where several sounds of breaking air were conspicuously visible in the silent night.

Especially Silver Dragon Isidro, whose silver-white Dragon Wings shimmered with multicolored hues, making it hard not to notice.

"Xiaowu, you’re not hurt, are you? Where is the enemy? Who is it?"

These were the first words he said after landing.

Isidro looked extremely tense, without holding a magic staff, his entire being roiled with Dragon Power, ready to transform into his most powerful form at any moment.

"I’m fine, Uncle Isidro." Lu Wenwu said with a grin, "The enemy has been vanquished by me, it was Ilder from the Arcane Academy who was controlled by the Blood Demon."

"What!? Blood Demon!?"