Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 185: 102. Reveal the Trump Card_3

“Hiss, that’s not right. After using the Bone-mending Wand, he might need to rest before leaving…

“Perhaps he’s in a weakened state now? I can take advantage of this opportunity and get a final blow to him?”

Noland Lee hesitated for a moment, his heart both excited and cautious.

He calmed his mind and stepped into the staircase leading to the exit.

The faint sound of the wind seemed to swirl around his ears.

The poisonous fog in the staircase was stirred up by the wind blowing in from the exit, creating ripples.

Noland Lee’s heart moved, and his eyes sparkled.

“Finally, I’m going to escape from the Suffering Borderland…

“I’ll never come back to this ghostly place in the Tatis Empire unless I have to fulfill the Original Master’s last wish!

‘What’s the point of staying in a place where you can’t see the sun and the moon all day?

“Eh… I wonder what the starry skies and the sun in this world look like? Are they the same as the world before I crossed? If they are, does it mean that I didn’t cross and just came to a different point in the past or future of the original world?

“…I’m not sure, I’ll find out when I get to the ground.”

full of anticipation, crossed the threshold of the

cliff on the north side of the mountain

wall behind the sculpture, there were a row of

stirred, slightly quickening his pace while paying attention

as he entered the circular hall, a

you… *cough cough*…

a Wild

over to me, and then

intently at the stooped

at a 90-degree angle, his back hunched and unable to

dead bark clinging to his face – showed no trace of the tall

impact on you, Greenshaw. Weren’t you able to fly? Why not just fly out?” While talking, Lee walked slowly around

followed

a black lightning bolt from his wand

succession, barely blocking the attack, and retreating

become weak. Half an hour ago, his black

to

with anticipation, for he truly had a chance to snatch the

Magic Lightning, Greenshaw hesitated for a moment, seemingly startled, but tried

between us, brat. You’re not qualified to negotiate with me. Give me your

blasted you to pieces

over, maintaining the

using was his

inspection, Noland detected a long, thin shadow bulging out of Greenshaw’s clothes; that must be

illusion or not, Noland felt as if he had fallen into a vast, filthy swamp when his