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As the master of Ye Huan and the chief summoner of Huaxia Nation, Durei IV once said, "Mages are the weakest among the three professions, even weaker than summoners in terms of physical constitution. However, one must never underestimate them because of their frail bodies. A mage who forsakes defense and launches an attack can become the most terrifying presence on the entire continent!"
Remembering Durei IV's words and recalling the time he witnessed Weiyang unleash Fourth-Level Mixed Magic to annihilate a thousand soldiers in an instant, Ye Huan's first reaction upon realizing that the newcomer was a Ninth-Level Mage was to run—run as far away as possible. If he waited for the mage to finish casting, there would be no escape.
Similarly, Zhang Ren understood how terrifying a Ninth-Level Mage could be. The moment Ye Huan declared his intent to leave, he activated the Type 99 main battle tank. However, it seemed that after the previous collision, no matter what Zhang Ren did, the tank remained unresponsive, as if it were broken. Panicking and sweating profusely, he turned to Ye Huan and exclaimed, "Ye Huan, it seems like the tank is broken! What should we do?"
Broken?!
Upon hearing this, Ye Huan's first instinct was to retract the Type 99 main battle tank into his Summoning Book and summon another one. However, he was uncertain if there would be enough time for that. Resolutely, Ye Huan opened the hatch of the Type 99 tank and pulled out a Barrett rifle.
With practiced precision, Ye Huan aimed the Barrett at the Ninth-Level Mage just as the mage halted his incantation and pointed his staff at Ye Huan and Zhang Ren inside the tank, shouting, "Ninth Level Water Magic, Mirage!"
Without hesitation, Ye Huan pulled back his finger and squeezed the trigger of the Barrett. The rifle roared as a bullet shot forth at an invisible speed, piercing through the Ninth-Level Mage's skull and shattering his cranium into pieces.
After completing this action, Ye Huan felt an increasing density of water elements surrounding them. He abandoned the Barrett and dove back into the tank, sealing the hatch tightly. In his mind, he recalled what the Ninth-Level Water Mage had just said and fervently prayed that 'Mirage' was not some powerful offensive spell.
Unfortunately, contrary to his hopes, as water elements continued to gather outside the tank, shapes resembling flowers began to appear in the air. Upon closer inspection, these flowers had five petals shaped like ice blades, each about a foot long, flickering in and out of visibility with occasional glimmers of cold light.
Gradually, more flowers materialized in the air. When their numbers approached over a hundred, they suddenly began to spin simultaneously and rushed toward the surface of the Type 99 main battle tank with a whistling sound, sending steel shavings flying.
With each attack and rotation, it wasn't long before only about ten centimeters remained at the thinnest point of the tank. Even a section of steel plate that was originally a meter thick had lost more than half its mass; it had become incredibly fragile. If Han Liu were present now with his spear made from Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy, he could easily pierce through the Type 99 main battle tank!
Inside the tank, both Ye Huan and Zhang Ren listened anxiously to the clattering sounds outside. Their hearts raced with fear that the tank's defenses might not withstand the power of this Ninth-Level spell 'Mirage.'
After about ten seconds had passed, when only two centimeters remained at its weakest point, the clattering noise finally ceased. Just as Ye Huan was about to breathe a sigh of relief, an even denser surge of water elements erupted from an unknown source. Even through a layer of steel plate, Ye Huan could feel it clearly.
In shock, he opened up the hatch that still had two centimeters of thickness left. In mid-air floated a stunningly beautiful moon that was entirely sky blue—a sight both mesmerizing and eerie!
"Mirage... The mirror flower must have already appeared; could this be Water Moon?"
Believing that this moon in the sky might be part of the Ninth-Level spell 'Mirage,' Ye Huan dared not stay inside any longer. Without thinking twice, he transformed the tank into Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy and retracted it into his Summoning Book.
Once the tank vanished, Ye Huan noticed that many high-level warriors from Southern Xiongnu Empire Palace had surrounded him and Zhang Ren—perhaps they had arrived during those water element attacks moments ago.
At that moment, there was nowhere to run. Above them hung a terrifyingly powerful full moon, and Ye Huan felt certain he was doomed. Just when he thought all hope was lost, Zhang Ren, who had remained motionless until now, suddenly grabbed his arm and lifted him into the air, throwing him far away.
With the force of Zhang Ren, a Seventh Level Warrior, Ye Huan soared over the heads of many high-level warriors. It wasn't until he was more than thirty meters away from Zhang Ren that he began to descend, crashing down onto the ground.
Realizing this was not a time to hesitate, Ye Huan struggled to his feet, shaking his slightly dazed head. He then looked ahead and was taken aback by what he saw.
In an attempt to escape the area shrouded by the blue moon, Zhang Ren charged in one direction. However, the warriors of the Southern Xiongnu Empire forced him back without killing him, clearly wanting to watch a good show. This made Zhang Ren feel like a mad lion trapped inside, desperately trying to break free but unable to escape.
"Damn it, this is too much!"
Witnessing this scene, Ye Huan lost any goodwill he had towards the experts within the Southern Xiongnu Empire Palace. Without a second thought, he summoned two flashbangs while no one was paying attention and threw them out.
As the flashbangs emitted blinding white light, Ye Huan quickly donned his anti-glare sunglasses and rushed to Zhang Ren's side. After handing him a pair of sunglasses, Ye Huan grabbed his arm and sprinted in one direction. Once Zhang Ren's vision cleared, Ye Huan summoned several more flashbangs—some for Zhang Ren and some for himself—alternating between throwing them out as they ran. Additionally, Ye Huan tossed a few smoke bombs for good measure.
After leaving the vicinity of the Heavenly Prison, Ye Huan and Zhang Ren climbed over two walls and soon arrived at a quiet courtyard. Not knowing where they were, neither dared to wander too far. Fortunately, there was a towering tree in the courtyard, so they decided to climb it and hide cautiously.
Southern Xiongnu Empire Capital Palace, Imperial Study…
Xuan Ziming was startled when several experts reported news from near the Heavenly Prison. He could no longer sit still and stood up abruptly, asking urgently, "Are you saying someone has released all the prisoners from the Heavenly Prison?"
"Yes, Sovereign. I specifically asked two soldiers; they said it was brought about by the National Master today..."
"The National Master brought them? Alright, I understand now. You all search thoroughly within the palace; we must capture those who escaped from the Heavenly Prison!" Upon hearing it was related to the National Master, Xuan Ziming's shock vanished instantly. After giving his orders, he sat back down.
Once those experts left, Xuan Ziming quietly murmured, "National Master, are you there?"
For a long time, there was no response in the empty Imperial Study. Xuan Ziming shook his head helplessly and resumed his tasks without worrying about those who had escaped from the Heavenly Prison as if everything were under control.
A whole day passed. As night turned into dawn on the following day, hearing shouts outside from experts commanding soldiers to set up defenses and chaotic sounds of people being captured made Ye Huan feel something was off. He turned to Zhang Ren, who was also in the tree beside him, and asked, "Zhang Ren, it seems no one came into this courtyard last night?"
"No, I found that curious too..." Zhang Ren replied with confusion evident on his face.
Where were they? The palace! After someone escaped from the Heavenly Prison and searches were conducted everywhere else, how could this courtyard remain untouched? Wasn't that strange?
After thinking for a moment, Ye Huan exchanged a glance with Zhang Ren, then lightly leaped ahead and landed first on the ground, looking around.
He carefully inspected the entire courtyard, and after finding nothing unusual no matter where he looked, Ye Huan turned his gaze toward the only tiled house in the courtyard and quickly walked to its door.
To be honest, Ye Huan initially found it strange that there was a tiled house in the Southern Xiongnu Empire Palace, which was modeled after Huaxia Nation. However, when he saw the two small words written on a wooden sign to the right of the door, everything became clear.
'Workshop...'
The Workshop was where eunuchs were taken to undergo 'surgery.' Aside from eunuchs, very few normal men would willingly step foot in such a place, including Ye Huan himself.
A shiver ran down his spine inexplicably. He pulled back the hand he had placed on the dilapidated door and said to Zhang Ren, "Zhang Ren, maybe we shouldn't go in there?"
Zhang Ren nodded in agreement. After seeing the words on the wooden sign at the entrance, he also felt disgusted by the place. Compared to this house, he preferred being up in a tree any day.
As fate would have it, just as Ye Huan and Zhang Ren were heading toward the direction of that tree, a sudden sound of a lock being turned came from outside the courtyard gate...
Exchanging glances, the two quickly moved to the Workshop's door and slipped inside as they opened it.
With a soft click...
After closing the door behind them and taking a step forward, Ye Huan felt as if he had bumped into something. He instinctively looked up and upon realizing what was above his head, he couldn't help but curse inwardly, "Damn it, what bad luck!"
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