"Water Mist Technique!"
A thick mist enveloped the forest within a hundred meters of Locke in an instant.
In the distance, over thirty soldiers clad in white armor halted upon seeing the mist. The leader among them turned to the two accompanying mages.
"Lord Anqiluo, Lord Bafi, a mage up ahead has cast a spell. What should we do?"
"Don't worry, Captain Frank."
The younger of the two mages, dressed in a white robe with gold trim, looked at the mist ahead with a hint of disdain in their eyes.
"This is just a level one water magic, Water Mist Technique."
"This spell poses no threat to us; it merely creates fog to limit visibility."
"It's nothing to worry about."
"Is that so?"
Captain Frank, hearing the mage Bafi's words, realized that getting either of them to intervene was unlikely.
He recognized that the mist obscuring the forest ahead was indeed the level one Water Mist Technique, but from his experience, such spells usually only covered a radius of about ten meters.
Looking at the current mist, its reach clearly exceeded one hundred meters.
This indicated that the mage they were pursuing was certainly not ordinary.
Frank wasn't sure if Mage Bafi truly didn't know or was pretending to be ignorant to lead them into danger, but regardless, these two mages weren't planning to act until they confronted the mage from the Frost Snow Empire.
At that moment, Frank drew his massive sword and swung it toward the mist.
"Brothers, charge with me!"
With that, Frank pushed off the ground, creating a small crater beneath his feet with his immense strength. In an instant, he covered over ten meters, and within just a few breaths, he had crossed the more than one hundred meters between them and the mist, plunging into it.
"Charge!"
Behind Frank, his teammates, though not as fast, managed to cover several meters each second. In just a few moments, all thirty of them had entered the mist.
"Are they coming?"
Locke glanced at the two light mages standing still, feeling a tinge of regret.
If only these two light mages had charged in with him, it would have saved him some effort.
For now, he decided to deal with these soldiers first.
Closing his eyes, Locke spread his spiritual power, merging it with the Water Mist he had released.
In an instant, he completely grasped everything within the hundred-meter radius of the mist.
All the fog transformed into a vessel for his spiritual power.
Then, Locke silently commanded, "Heavenly Dance of the Treasure Wheel!"
"Vision—Deprivation!"
In an instant, Locke's spiritual power attacked the souls of the thirty-four soldiers who had entered the mist through the fog.
"Who?"
"Captain Frank, where are you?"
"My eyes, my eyes!"
"I can't see! Everyone, where are you? Am I blind?"
"Everyone stay calm, gather around me!"
Suddenly losing their sight, the soldiers were engulfed in darkness. Even a seasoned sixth-level warrior like Frank felt a surge of fear.
However, Frank was a battle-hardened soldier who had fought in dozens of battles. Hearing his soldiers' cries, he roared loudly, trying to gather them around him.
Though he couldn't see, as a sixth-level warrior, Frank's other senses were still sharp.
Soon, he adapted to the situation through his hearing.
But suddenly, Frank's expression changed dramatically.
"Everyone be careful, that mage is making his move! Don't run toward me; choose any direction and keep running straight!"
"This mist is only two hundred meters; it'll take just a few breaths to get out."
"As long as we leave this mist, we'll be safe!"
Amidst the fog, Locke, who had developed his own technique to deprive the enemy of their vision, did not stop. He silently recited his spell.
Ice Blade!
Ice magic is the most powerful physical attack in water magic, and even the lowest level Ice Blade is a level three spell.
As Locke unleashed his magic, three one-foot-long crescent-shaped ice blades appeared around him. Guided by Locke's will, they sliced through the fog, targeting the necks of the soldiers who had lost their vision.
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
The screams of the warriors before their deaths filled the remaining soldiers, who had lost their sight, with even greater fear.
Then Captain Frank's loud shout seemed to give them a sense of direction. Struggling against their terror, they unleashed all their strength, charging through the forest, desperate to break free as quickly as possible.
But unfortunately, after being hunted for over ten days, why did Locke choose to ambush them here?
It was precisely because there were woods here!
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
In the absence of visibility, these warriors could barely take a few steps at full speed before crashing into a large tree.
Some of the stronger warriors could smash trees the thickness of a bowl and keep running, only to crash into another tree, repeating the cycle, which significantly slowed their escape.
Those who were weaker had no choice but to find a new direction after hitting a tree. Some even turned in circles, ultimately ending up right where they started.
Under Locke's control, three crescent-shaped ice blades sliced through the air like the Grim Reaper's scythe, reaping the lives of these warriors.
"Damn it!"
Listening to the cries of his soldiers, Frank felt both sorrow and helplessness. He swung his massive sword, cutting down all the branches around him, clearing a flat area of over ten meters wide to maximize his hearing advantage.
After a few breaths, the forest fell completely silent.
Frank gripped his giant sword with both hands, slowly turning his head, ears attuned to the sounds around him.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…"
Suddenly, an ice blade spun through the air, arcing toward Frank from behind.
"Ha!"
The sound of the ice blade cutting through the air had already been detected by Frank. With his combat experience, he spun around and struck the ice blade with his massive sword, shattering it into pieces.
After all, it was only a level three spell. Even though Locke felt he had some understanding of water elements, that ice blade couldn't withstand the full force of a level six warrior's attack.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…"
Another ice blade came at him, perfectly timed to strike during the moment Frank had just shattered the previous one.
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