Becoming a Wizard by Starting From the Mind Closure Technique Chapter 488: 132 Who Eliminated Who1

Chapter 488: Chapter 132 Who Eliminated Who_1

The strength of this wave of attack was strong.

Much stronger than the semi-attack wave before.

It was no longer limited to the degree of nausea at the psychological level, but also caused so physical damage to Lucia and the others.

The demonic sound filled their ears, three of the peripheral mbers were sowhat weaker, less resistant, and the first to bear the brunt, their faces showing signs of pain.

One of them even had fresh blood seeping from his ears and nose.

“Co out! You co out!”

This peripheral mber felt a hot stream, wiped his nose, and found that he was bleeding, and imdiately beca enraged.

The others were fine, but he was the unlucky one, suffering not just physically but also emotionally as he felt humiliated.

As he roared, he used an attack spell illusion, extending his hand to shoot out an ice spear as thick as an adult’s arm.

This was still Lucia’s team, after the probing “spiritual attack,” it was the first serious attack.

Due to their inability to find an effective attack target, they had no choice but to use their abilities to the fullest, what else could they do?

The robust ice spear directly pierced Link’s ntal illusion, then turned around, stabbing it from the back and then suspended, eventually exploding.

Link’s illusion vanished like a bubble image.

Leaving behind shattered pieces of ice shimring with cold light.

“You co out! Get out here!”

Blasting Link’s illusion had no effect at all.

This peripheral mber was still subjected to the annoying “miss ! miss !” demonic whispers.

His mind was in chaos, feeling prickling pain, blood continuously flowing.

He shouted loudly, lost in madness, roaring: “I’m going to kill you, I’m going to kill you!”

As a First Level Wizard who considered himself not a nobody, he was so ridiculed.

What a humiliation!

No one stopped this peripheral mber from acting out.

They wanted to test what kind of response Link Grande would give.

Then based on the response, extrapolate what exactly the other side is planning.

In the rage and roars of this peripheral mber, a new Link Grande’s ntal illusion appeared out of thin air, bit by bit, from head to toe, perfecting bodily details.

This ti, not waiting for this peripheral mber to make a move.

The illusion took the initiative, staring directly at the frenzied peripheral mber, his lips moving up and down, emitting a louder, higher frequency, more shrill and heartrending voice:

“Did you miss ?

Did you miss ?

Did you miss ?

Did you miss ?

Miss ? Miss ?

Miss ? Miss ?”

“Ah!!!!!!!”

This peripheral mber imdiately suffered a new wave of individual demonic sound attack.

The attack spell he was about to execute was directly interrupted, causing a backlash and adding injury to injury.

It was not just his ears and nose that were bleeding, but all seven orifices on his face began to overflow with bright red blood.

His face distorted, as if wearing a mask of pain.

He also had to bear the origin power enhanced “ntal Frenzy” from Link.

Instantly, he lost control, clutching his head, and fell to the ground, rolling crazily.

He felt as if there was a rusty, blunt saw gently but also inexorably sawing his skull.

Apart from the “miss ” demonic sound, there was also the grating noise directly pouring into his mind.

The Sea of Consciousness was like it was being chaoticly stirred by a club almost as thick as the ice spear he just shot out.

This peripheral mber gritted his teeth, trying to concentrate his spiritual power, stabilize the Sea of Consciousness, and clear out the foreign matter that had pierced the Sea of Consciousness.

However, his spiritual power, whether in quantity or quality, was significantly inferior to Link’s to begin with.

Moreover, Link was also supplented by the “Small World” Origin Power.

This peripheral mber’s spiritual power collapsed instantly as it was stirred by the club.

“Ah!!!!!!!!!!”

His spiritual power collapsed, his Sea of Consciousness suffered a heavy blow, the peripheral mber could only roll around while banging his head violently on the ground.

Bang, bang, bang…

Producing loud muffled collision sounds.

Trying to replace or alleviate the pain in his mind with the physical pain.

Compared to the horrible state of this peripheral mber, the rest of the team, including Lucia, two other peripheral mbers, and the leader, were in a much better condition, no longer bothered by the demonic whispers.

This peripheral mber truly made a noble sacrifice.

Distracting the enemy, suffering himself, but benefiting his teammates.

The leader reacted quickly. At the first mont when the peripheral mber fell to the ground, he started to provide dical aid.

After all, they’re from Ravensmouth Biological and dical College.

It would be embarrassing for a wizard from any college not to know a few healing spells.

However, neither the Water System healing magic nor the Wood System, Light System, nor even a combination of several systems of healing magic worked.

They could not heal the wounds suffered by this peripheral mber, nor could they alleviate even a bit of his pain.

The leader even directly used anesthetic magic to block this peripheral mber’s pain and body sensation, to no avail, the pain persisted.

Unexpectedly, they could only barely keep this peripheral mber’s life from abruptly ending.

Having severely punished this peripheral mber, Link’s illusion turned his gaze to the leader.

With a very bright smile on his face and adjusting the gold fra glasses on his nose bridge, Link’s illusion spoke in a friendly tone: “Do you still want to fight to death?”

The leader signaled one of Lucia to take over the dical work, then he stood up and looked straight into Link’s illusion’s eyes, facing the oppressive and intimidating gaze, step by step he walked in front of the illusion.