Warlock Apprentice

As Sanders thought this, Angel’s leaping figure didn’t continue to approach him but instead, under a burst of intense light, three vague tendrils appeared behind Angel, rushing towards Sanders with great speed.

The speed of these white tendrils was faster, not slower, than Angel’s own body!

Even though Sanders recognized the direction of the attack and wanted to immediately respond, it wasn’t so easy.

If Sanders employed his True Knowledge Level abilities, he could easily dodge. But he didn’t, relying instead on his rich combat experience, moving lightly on his feet with his body responding accordingly—it was just a slight motion, and he dodged the three white tendrils rushing at him.

The white tendrils brushed Sanders’ skin as they thrust into the ground beneath.

After a thunderous roar, three large pits appeared in the cloud soil.

The white tendrils had pierced directly through the cloud soil!

It should be noted that although the cloud soil above Pat Manor was initially manipulated by Angel, after Metheor was transplanted there, to prevent the cloud soil from falling, Suise as well as Eulica had reinforced it.

With the blessings of these two wizards on the cloud soil, even then, Angel managed to penetrate the cloud soil so easily, which meant that the attacking power of these three white tendrils had definitely reached “Spell Technique Level”!

Sanders was shocked inside; this was the first time he had seen Angel deploy these white tendrils.

Could this be his creation of spells?

As Sanders was thinking this, he couldn’t help but focus his attention on the white tendrils. At this point, as the white tendrils brushed past him, he could more easily sense the fluctuations upon them.

“Very strange,” was the first impression Sanders had.

It appeared to possess the characteristics of illusion magic, yet it could pry into the material realm and affect reality. Such a type of illusion was very much like the True Illusion Faction within the divisions of witchcraft. However, Sanders was actually quite familiar with the True Illusion Faction, as Sumishe belonged to it, and according to Sanders’ own understanding, these white tentacles lacked the distinct fluctuations of the True Illusion Faction.

Instead, did it feel like an extension of blood energy power?

Could it be that blood energy power was used as the energy foundation for the illusion node?

Thoughts always race ahead of reality; while Sanders’ thoughts were circulating, in reality, only a very brief moment had passed.

Based on what Sanders thought, it would probably take Angel some time before he could launch another attack. What Sanders didn’t expect was that the attack came so swiftly!

And the method of the attack was still the white tentacles!

All of a sudden, a protrusion grew out of the white tentacle that was stabbed into the cloudscape, and before Sanders could react, this protrusion swelled up with the wind and turned into a brand-new tentacle!

It was like the branches of a tree dividing into trunk and twigs—the new tentacle was a branch split off!

And this newly grown tentacle was right beside Sanders!

It was poised like a sharp blade, ready to pierce into Sanders’ body!

Furthermore, it was not just one sharp blade. The three white tentacles that were originally stabbed into the cloudscape were now splitting into more “branches,” each one aiming for Sanders!

Sanders raised his eyebrows and glanced at Angel from the corner of his eye.

He had never seen such a technique before. Was this truly his own creation?

Like a thicket of thorns, like a persistent rain of blades forming a white prison. After successive booming sounds, the white cloudscape was flung into the air, obscuring the view.

When the dust settled, there was no trace of Sanders to be found.

“Another illusion?” Angel murmured.

While Sanders wasn’t hit by the white tentacles, he had witnessed their strength. Being attacked by such tentacles, comparable to official spell techniques, would probably be quite painful.

Even if Sanders could withstand such attacks, it was likely that he would be in a sorry state. Therefore, he decisively cast another layer of the illusionary realm and transported himself to another location.

When the attack did not succeed, Angel felt regret, but suddenly he heard the sound of wind behind him.

Turning around, he saw that, unbeknownst to him, Sanders’ next attack was already upon him! And this time, Sanders did not use a ranged method; it was a direct close-quarters attack.