The heartbreaking pain was still tormenting him continuously, and it was still a rhythmic torture.

At least, when he was talking to the Dark Lord, the heartbreaking pain was somewhat alleviated, but when the conversation ended, the pain began to double again.

The old craftsman on the side never put down the silver wand in his hand, but his eyes wandered between Xia Xiu and the purple-robed wizard, carefully observing the adult's reaction.

He carefully selected this "Soul Grip" precisely to tear the helpless begging for mercy of the humble man in front of him into a picture that satisfies adults in the depths of torture.

The old craftsman's heart was calm. He had already determined the true intention of the fourth sword-bearer in the Kingdom of Heaven. This was a conclusion he came to after careful consideration along the way.

The Dark Lord... Oh no, the great Sir Hugh Abraham came to Serpentis College on behalf of the Abyss. However, the unscrupulous people of the Ring of Naga did not know the majesty of the kingdom of heaven and the dignity of the sword-wielding man, and tried to use the crystal wall system to fight against the wise men.

The book of the author holds you hostage.

Lord Abraham did not use his own power because he was worried about destroying the friendship between the two (being expelled). The reason why he was found by the Lord was because the Lord needed to complete some small things for him to avoid irritation or being locked by the crystal wall system.

Undoubtedly, the Maharaja in front of him came because he was dissatisfied with some "unruly people" in the Ring of Nagas who did not understand the majesty of the Kingdom of Heaven.

The Maharaja may not want to show his full power in person to avoid disturbing the crystal wall system of the academy, nor does he want to be involved in a direct confrontation with the Book of Sages, so he is fortunate enough to be selected as the executor.

Because of this, he used the most torturous of the three spells of the engraved wand, the "Soul Grip". The pain that erodes into the soul inch by inch is exactly the punishment this person deserves.

In the dark room, Xia Xiu leaned over and picked up the Snake Eyes Scroll that had been dropped on the ground. The scroll unfolded in his hands, glowing with a faint and cold light.

The texture of the paper is clearly visible, and the white footprints engraved on it flicker slightly.

The name next to the footprints is - Damian Kellaser.

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Xia Xiu's face was as calm as water as he stared at the scroll. However, he didn't even look at the purple-robed wizard who was curled up on the ground and begging for mercy. He treated it as if it were an insignificant piece of garbage.

The old craftsman Satis on the side was always watching Xia Xiu's every move closely, trying to figure out his intentions.

When he saw that the Lord had lost all interest in the purple-robed wizard and had not even shown a trace of pity or hatred, he already understood what Xia Xiu meant.

There is no need to explain your intentions: the value of this purple-robed wizard has been exhausted, and there is no need to continue to exist.

A cold light flashed across Satis's eyes, and he tightly grasped the silver wand in his hand.

His spell power was injected into it without hesitation, and a twisted light emerged from the top of the silver wand in an instant, and countless wriggling snake shadows intertwined and coiled in the shadows.

He softly uttered cold words and muttered in a low voice:

"Grapple of the Soul!!!"

The moment the spell was completed, the purple-robed wizard's body spasmed violently as if struck by lightning, and the pain seemed to penetrate deep into his bone marrow, swallowing up every inch of his nerves.

The purple-robed wizard Caleb lay on the cold ground, his body twitching violently, and his face distorted by extreme pain.

"No... don't!!!"

His eyes popped out and were bloodshot, with a kind of madness and fear on the edge of life and death.

His fingertips gripped the ground tightly, and his nails made cracks on the smooth stone tiles, accompanied by sharp scratching sounds, trying to peel away the pain from his body.

However, the unspeakable pain had penetrated deep into my bones.

Every nerve was burned by fire.

Crazy pain kept swimming and tearing through his body like a poisonous snake.

"Ahhhh——!"

His wailing was like a dying beast, his broken voice was full of despair and pain, but he couldn't even utter a complete syllable.

His limbs were so tortured that he curled up unconsciously, and his hands clutched his chest tightly like a spasm.

The burning pain came from deep in his heart, almost suffocating him.

His head kept hitting the ground, the skin on his forehead was broken, and blood slid down his cheeks.

However, the pain in his eyes had already taken away the life, leaving only a blank and dead silence.

As the old craftsman's magic power continued to deepen, the silver light like the shadow of a cold snake snaked up his limbs, and finally climbed to his head, imprisoning his entire soul and sinking him into endless darkness.

The abyss of pain.

The consciousness of the purple-robed wizard Caleb gradually blurred, but the pain did not weaken at all, and even became more and more piercing.

Tears, sweat and blood were mixed on his face, blurring his vision, and his soul was peeled off inch by inch as if cut into pieces by a thousand knives, until it was completely devoured.

In the end, Caleb's breath died, but the pain was frozen on that dead face, leaving a curse-like wailing that could never be erased.

The purple-robed wizard Wigner, the murderer of the Blood of the Dead in Gray Harbor, died in excruciating pain. His face was mixed with tears and snot, making him look both sad and funny.

Then, it’s the next one’s turn:

Red-robed wizard——
Chapter completed!