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In the abandoned mining hall, the crimson-scaled man extended his right hand.

At some point, a fiery crimson longsword had found its way into his palm, with a crimson dragon hovering over it, exuding a majestic aura.

Marquis was somewhat dazed at this moment, clearly not expecting things to turn out this way.

By now, the Fourth-Circle array meticulously arranged by Fire Wolf had already been extinguished.

In Eman’s right hand, the fiery red sphere reappeared.

“Why was your Fourth-Circle array broken so quickly?” Eman asked as he cast his spell.

“Even a Fourth-Circle Wizard shouldn’t have been able to break my array so quickly… Unless, this person had detected our plan from the start, so they were prepared long before.” Fire Wolf’s mind was filled with killing intent.

Meanwhile, Levi’s Crimson Dragon Slash swung, accompanied by an unparalleled brilliance.

Fire Wolf was the primary target. As a Fourth-Circle array wizard, he was the most likely among them to thwart Levi’s plans.

Around Fire Wolf, streams of light flowed incessantly, forming hexagram array patterns.

From within emerged a colossal flame demon shadow towering hundreds of meters high.

The flame demon spewed flames from its mouth, blocking the sword energy.

Seizing this opportunity, Fire Wolf began setting up a new array.

“Eman, create an opportunity for me. Just delay him for a while, and I can set up an array to trap him. Together, we can kill him!” Fire Wolf said.

On the other side, Eman, with a serious expression, watched as the fiery red sphere in his hand expanded once again. “I’ll trust you one more time!”

“This Fifth-Circle Wizard Tool, even with my spiritual force, only has the power of three strikes. If this attack fails, then it’s time to retreat. With Fire Wolf there, he should be able to hold him off,” Eman muttered to himself. His biggest trump card was this Fifth-Circle Wizard Tool.

He knew Geralt was formidable, so he didn’t even consider using his innate spells.

From the outset, it was all about unleashing the strongest move!

A massive magma fireball streaked across the sky, surrounded by scorching heat and light too intense to look at directly!

The Holy Flame Twins and other wizards, like Fire Crow Witch, were now too preoccupied to collect the Meteorite Iron. They all employed their skills, trying to escape from this fifth-circle onslaught.

On the other side, Fire Wolf was preparing another fourth-circle array.

Suddenly, a figure descended from above, with a vast phoenix wing that blocked out the sun!

It was Tyrant IV and the pilot Phoenix!

The Inferno Emperor Cannon and the Thunder God Cannon lit up simultaneously!

The wings behind them fully spread out, shooting out flames from every feather!

Fire Wolf’s protective force field barely withstood the Inferno Emperor Cannon and the Thunder God Cannon, but he was struck by the feathers and fiery bird claws conjured by Phoenix!

“What a powerful alchemical creature… Is he from the Alchemy Hall?” Fire Wolf’s fourth-circle Wizard Tool barely resisted this fierce attack.

However, he couldn’t deploy another array, only able to engage in combat with Tyrant!

On the other side, the fireball exploded, causing extreme chaos.

In the blaze, the force field around the Fire Crow Witch flickered briefly before being destroyed, along with her Wizard Tool, melting away. Even as a member of the Burning Faction, she was fragile in front of this fifth-circle spell.

The Holy Flame Twins flew out a scroll, which unfurled to reveal a strange blood-red skeleton that lifted them, shielding them from the attack.

“Interesting… You little brats, prepare to die,” the blood-red skeleton sneered.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the Holy Flame Twins hugged tightly, their chests pressing against each other, merging into a white flame amidst the entanglement and rotation.

The flame rushed directly towards the top of the mining hall, accompanied by a deafening rumble.

Before long, a passage burning with white flames formed, but the presence of the Holy Flame Twins vanished without a trace.

“D*mn it, two of them got away!” Eman cursed inwardly, using the fiery red sphere to shield himself.

The sword energy pounded against the sphere, causing it to wail continuously.

Eman cast a reluctant glance at the mine pit before turning to flee, disregarding the fact that his teammate Fire Wolf was still entangled with the alchemical creatures!

There was so much Black Flame Meteorite Iron ore left, enough to refine into three Fifth-Circle Wizard Tools!

The value of these raw materials alone was worth at least two to three million.

Eman’s heart was bleeding!

Who would have thought that this inconspicuous foreigner would turn out to be so powerful!

Up until now, he still couldn’t understand what kind of technique the terrifying sword energy attack belonged to. It was beyond the scope of a body-refining wizard.

On the other side, Marquis also emerged from the water. He looked miserable but surprisingly didn’t die, indicating that he may have a chance of survival.

The Holy Flame Twins had escaped.

The Fire Crow Witch was dead.

Geralt seemed to be engaged in battle with Eman, who possessed the Fifth-Circle Wizard Tool, chasing them outside.

Fire Wolf was entangled by Geralt’s alchemical creatures, unable to extricate himself.

He hesitated.

Should he go help Geralt kill Fire Wolf and Eman?

Or take advantage of their distraction, collect the Black Flame Meteorite Iron ore, and make a quick getaway, seizing the opportunity?

The answer was obvious!

Driven by greed, he had forgotten that he could escape because Geralt had broken Fire Wolf’s fourth-circle array!

He also forgot the words of mutual assistance he had spoken with Geralt before entering the mine!

In the explosion just now, the ores had been blasted into pieces and sunk into the bottomless lake.

Marquis spent a lot of effort collecting all these ores.

He deliberately left some ore scattered on the shore and at the bottom of the lake, which was only one-third of the total amount.

In his shell-shaped storage bags, the remaining two-thirds of the ore piled up like small mountains.