Dark purple blades of light, imbued with dense demonic power, descended from the sky in an instant.
The source of the aura was a slender figure, yet one radiating the terrifying presence of a high-ranked professional. The longsword in hand shimmered with brilliant battle-qi radiance.
The cunning blade pierced straight through the wyvern's scale defenses, slicing downward along a perfect arc.
Boom!
A rain of blood scattered across the sky, followed by a massive wyvern head plummeting toward the earth like a meteorite.
"There really are more enemies!"
A teleportation spell scroll materialized in Bulujie's hand, ready to be activated immediately.
[Dimensional Anchor]!!!
In that very instant, a dark flying shadow dove downward like a falcon, the glow in its hand precisely disrupting Bulujie's teleportation spell — the timing was absolutely perfect.
"A Fourth-level Spell! He's already a Ninth-level Mage!!!"
The dark shadow scooped up the high-ranked warrior from before, revealing a young and handsome face — none other than Raylin!
Isabel's hands were covered in demonic scales, and midair she deftly borrowed Raylin's momentum to launch another attack.
The dark purple battle-qi instantly tore through Bulujie's high-grade mage armor, leaving a horrific wound across his body.
Splash! Splash!
Bulujie screamed as he, along with William, plunged into the frigid seawater.
Raylin and Isabel were like two agile fish, following them into the sea, each selecting their own target.
Massive amounts of cold, briny seawater flooded into his nose and mouth, accompanied by searing pain in his chest. This shock instantly sent the pampered high-ranked mage Bulujie into a frantic struggle.
Especially after a dark shadow of a soul flickered at the edge of his vision, his struggling reached its peak.
A crimson glow surged up from the ocean floor. The Demon Blood Dagger, carrying terrifying sharpness, pierced through several layers of hastily activated magical defenses before embedding itself in his shoulder.
Feeling his life force, and even his Spiritual Power, gushing out as if through a dam with a massive breach, and seeing the calm expression on the young mage before him, Bulujie silently laughed bitterly to himself.
A Ninth-level Mage of only sixteen years old, with such meticulous scheming and absolute composure in battle — that Marquis Louis had truly found himself a terrifying enemy!
Though he desperately wanted to escape and warn his employer, the Demon Blood Dagger had pierced his body and sealed all of his Spiritual Power, leaving him to struggle with nothing but unconscious twitches of his limbs.
Massive amounts of spiritual energy flowed along the dagger into his own body, the smooth rush making Raylin almost want to roar aloud.
But he forcibly restrained himself, never loosening his grip on the dagger until Bulujie had been reduced to a desiccated corpse.
As a high-tier mage, Bulujie's highest attribute was undoubtedly Spirit. According to Raylin's estimation, his Spirit stat was probably above fifteen. Now all of it had fallen into Raylin's hands.
Pure spiritual energy, further refined by the Devil's Blood Dagger, was being greedily absorbed by Raylin.
With his prior experience of consuming rules through his main body, Raylin found this kind of ability to devour his enemy's power came remarkably naturally to him.
Before long, the Chip's notification sounded:
[Ding! Host has undergone a Devil's Blood Dagger enhancement! Spirit +1!]
In Raylin's stat panel, his original Spirit attribute had finally broken past the value of ten!
The moment his Spiritual Power broke through, it immediately brought Raylin a wondrous transformation.
His soul was elevated to an infinite height, as if gazing upon a far more terrifying Magical Weave. However, since his Spiritual Power had not yet reached the required threshold, he was ultimately forced to retreat in resignation.
"The fifth-layer Weave? What a pity — I still can't enter it fully!" Raylin sighed.
[Ding! Host's Spiritual Power has broken past ten! Weave analysis speed has increased!] The Chip's notifications continued to ring out, displaying several new status updates.
[Ding! Host's Spiritual Power has broken through! Mage level has increased — currently Ten-Tier Mage!]
[Ding! Host has advanced to Ten-Tier Mage! Fourth-tier spell slot +1, third-tier spell slot +1, second-tier spell slot +1!]
[Ding! Host's data has changed. Rescanning and collecting!]
Before long, Raylin noticed that his stats had been refreshed once more:
[Raylin Faolan | Age: Sixteen | Race: Human | Ten-Tier Mage | Strength: 5.2 | Agility: 6.5 | Constitution: 6.3 | Spirit: 10 | Condition: Healthy | Innate Talents: Robust, Encyclopedic | Spell Slots: Fourth-tier (2), Third-tier (4), Second-tier (6), First-tier (???), Zero-tier (???)]
[Weave Analysis Progress: 0th-layer Weave 100%! 1st-layer Weave 100%! 2nd-layer Weave 36.29%! 3rd-layer Weave 15.50%! 4th-layer Weave 1.96%!]
"As expected — advancing in mage level has a far greater impact on Weave analysis progress!"
Raylin studied his latest stats and Weave analysis progress, a look of satisfaction spreading across his face.