"My dear William, can’t you just let me do the job?" Bapulor asked.
"Boss, you really should get your brain checked!"
On the chaotic sea surface, two figures stood confronting each other in the air.
Not a single Caster remained on the ship now.
Under the cover of night.
It seemed as if they were the only two people in the world.
Bapulor’s body was no longer completely monstrous like before. Now, his upper body had reverted to human form; his dark red robe was intact. However, six robust tentacles stretched out from under the robe, still signaling the danger of this heretical Magician.
Compared to him, William’s side was much simpler.
The Caster merely stood in the air, supported by Spells, with sporadic Magic Fluctuations flashing over him. His plain and simple appearance bore no distinct marks.
After William had opened his mouth with a taunt,
"William, can’t you be more reasonable and think of the bigger picture?"
"I’ve cut off all ties with you outside, and now, if you would just peacefully die, everything would get better!"
"Then I should thank you, shouldn’t I?"
Bapulor’s ’earnest advice’ had a very reasonable effect.
After William let out a roar filled with pent-up anger, several pale gray rings were thrown from his hands directly toward Bapulor.
The sharp Spell attack instantly severed the tentacles beneath Bapulor’s robe.
However, Bapulor himself didn’t care at all.
The flesh, modified by Spells, was completely under the control of the heretical Magician himself.
Even though it had completely separated from his body.
But the pink tentacles suddenly sprang up, reconnecting with the original broken wounds in the blink of an eye, and the painful injuries vanished completely.
Bapulor—possessed inconceivably potent flesh-repairing abilities.
He even nonchalantly continued:
"By the way, William, that sealing artifact you used just now was pretty interesting."
"Was it created in our sacred land? Tell me about it."
"And why did you seal Ronald instead of attacking me? Do you look down on me?"
After the recent attack, William’s expression slightly softened.
Hearing Bapulor’s inquiry, a mocking smile quickly appeared on his face:
"Bapulor, your arrogance really hasn’t changed at all."
"Do you really think you know everything?"
"Why I chose to seal Ronald? Think about it yourself!"
As the words fell, three magic nodes on William’s body activated simultaneously, and straight black rifts immediately appeared in the space above the sea.
These rifts had no apparent pattern to their emergence.
Yet once they appeared, they would slice through whatever was in their path—be it seawater or air.
Even Bapulor’s highly regenerative tentacles.
Once sliced, they could not regenerate under the influence of the rifts and had to adjust their position to avoid them.
"William, that Spell you prepared in these few minutes isn’t bad."
"Not much worse than mine."
Bapulor still confidently looked at William.
Although he hadn’t figured out a way to deal with this guy, his eyes full of certainty in victory didn’t diminish at all.
William was also watching Bapulor very cautiously.
This man was once the Sect Hierarch William had served; he knew the other’s strength better than anyone.
If William didn’t have a trump card...
Not to mention why he didn’t escape with the others just now.
Perhaps initially, he wouldn’t have even thought of betraying Bapulor!
Suddenly, William’s expression changed.
Thinking of this, he only then realized what he had subconsciously ignored just now.
He looked at his hand.
The skin of his arm, which had been normal, was now sprouting honeycomb-shaped tiny holes, certainly not something human!
No, it was the moment the two of them started to confront each other.
Bapulor had activated his Complete Technique and was performing an imperceptible physical transformation on him!
"Bapulor, you plotted against me!"
Bapulor’s smile remained unchanged:
"Didn’t I just say that? You are only a little worse than me."
"So, since I am stronger than you, wouldn’t I also have prepared spells sooner?"
Young William’s expression darkened.
At this point, there was no room for further thought.
Even if it was just for his own survival!
With resolution, he pulled out an ice-blue sphere from his body and threw it directly towards Bapulor.
"You will regret this, Bapulor!"
The ice-blue sphere flew out of his hand and soared through the air.
If someone were powerful enough, they would see countless tiny bubbles forming inside it, these bubbles rapidly propagating and expanding.
However, due to the restraint of the ice-blue sphere’s exterior,
everything was firmly locked within.
Suddenly, the sound of flesh tearing rang out.
Even Bapulor, who had just changed his expression to one of readiness, was stunned.
Across from this cult Magician, the traitor Young William looked down in a daze, then realized he had been cut in half at the waist.
Yes, without any warning.
An unseen and untouchable blade had bisected him.
Young William didn’t even understand what had happened, how he had been attacked!
At this moment, it was Bapulor who reacted first.
He turned his head towards the direction of the sea, narrowing his eyes.
If he remembered correctly, this was where Ronald had been sealed just now.
So, Bapulor saw a figure floating there.
—That was a figure with pristine white wings.
—Holding a pitch-black enchanting Longsword, the blood-red blood had just been burned off by the daytime power of the sword.
Somehow, Bapulor’s companion for tonight had returned here.
That raised the question.
The success of Young William’s sealing had been observed by more than one person!
Without any Magic Fluctuation or any drastic actions, how had Ronald managed to break free from the seal?
It surely couldn’t be that there was an issue with Young William’s seal itself.
And then it exploded?
Even Bapulor, the leader of the cult Magicians, was completely lost for ideas.
Young William took one look at him.
Bapulor also knew the ability of his subordinate.
Young William was not, and could not possibly have been the kind of man to fail in such a matter.
—Looking at Young William again.
The Caster, whose body had been cleaved in two, had not died immediately.
He followed Bapulor’s gaze, turning his head, and then saw Ronald standing there, as if nothing had happened.
Finally, Young William couldn’t help but cry out.
His voice was full of disbelief:
"This... this is impossible!"
"This is the strongest spatial seal!"