Only then did Xu Bo realize with horror that under the Winter Frost Priest's one-sided slaughter, he was the last of his fellow Wizards left alive.
CRACK!
The layer of solid ice on Andri's hand didn't seem to be an ordinary Divine Art, but rather some powerful Sacred Artifact.
The Tier Two Witchcraft Artifact Xu Bo used for protection barely held for an instant before shattering. The icy palm drove straight through, piercing his heart as Xu Bo looked on in horror and despair.
Andri's expression was icy as he suddenly clenched his fist, instantly crushing Xu Bo's heart.
THUD!
Another body hit the ground.
Andri withdrew his hand. The ice covering it, along with the blood, slowly vanished.
Looking at the corpses littering the ground, a flash of contempt crossed his eyes.
'Compared to the young Wizard I met last time, this group of Wizards is pathetically weak.'
'I could have easily dealt with them all by myself, even without the other Priests.'
