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The man in black robes raised his head slightly, his gaze falling on the burly man. He didn't answer the latter's question, but instead asked directly, "Are you the guild master of this Dark Guild, Blood Demon Jet?"
"Huh, you actually know my name!" The burly man, Jet, let out a soft exclamation, then sneered, "Kid, since you know this is the Dark Guild, you still dare to come here alone. Are you looking for death?"
The man in black robes ignored Jet's harsh words and said to himself, "That's good then."
"I'll give you two choices! Tell me where Erigor, or—"
"die!"
The black-robed man's words left Jet feeling bewildered, but more than that, he was furious. Although he, the Blood Demon Jet, was not as powerful as the members of the three major dark guilds, he was still quite renowned in the world of dark guilds. He was not someone that just anyone could bully, especially since he could not sense any magical fluctuations from the black-robed man in front of him.
"Kid, I think you're the one who's asking for death!"
"Charge him!"
A murderous glint appeared in Jet's eyes, and then he gave an order. Immediately, the guild members, with mocking expressions, rushed towards the man in black robes.
However, the man in black robes did not make any move in the face of the swarming crowd. He simply raised his eyes slightly, and a beam of light burst forth from his purple gold pupils.
Jet felt a blinding light strike him, and he instinctively raised his hand to shield his eyes. But a second later, when he lowered his hand, his eyes suddenly bulged out, a look of horror flashing in them, and an expression of disbelief on his face.
At that moment, what appeared front them in the guild was a scene they would never forget.
At his command, all the guild members who had rushed towards the man in black robes suddenly froze in front of him as if under a spell, like statues. Their playful expressions from before were still perfectly preserved, making them look quite comical.
The man in black robes seemed unconcerned about his 'masterpiece,' and simply looked at Jett again, saying calmly, "Now can you make your choice?"
Jet swallowed hard. Even if he were stupid, he would understand that the person in front of him was no ordinary cat or dog, but an extremely powerful mage whose strength was beyond his comprehension.
Jet had no doubt about the truth of what the powerful mage said, and immediately began to search his mind for all the information about Erigor.
Unfortunately, although both all of them being members of dark guilds, there is no interaction between the two guilds. So, although he knows some minor information about Erigor, he really doesn't know where him.
Thinking of the two choices the man in black had just mentioned, cold sweat poured down his face.
Seeing this, without Jett saying a word, the man in black already knew the answer: "It seems you've chosen the second option!"
"No, no…" Jett hurriedly waved his hand, his mind becoming extremely flustered.
He didn't want to die!
I didn't want to be killed by this mysterious mage who suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
But the choice given to him by this mysterious mage left him with no other option but death.
He took a breath, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes, and suddenly raised his hands, a blood-red magic circle condensing between his palms.
"Blood Flame!!"
In an instant, a ball of crimson flame erupted from the magic circle like a tidal wave.
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