Chapter 75: The Distance Between Life and Death

Beneath the crimson full moon.

Snowflakes danced wildly in the sky.

Interwoven with the dancing snowflakes were bolts of violet lightning.

At this moment, Gune stood in the midst of this sea of violet lightning, like a deity.

Though Gune, surrounded by the wildly dancing violet arcs of thunder, appeared majestic and awe-inspiring.

In truth, Gune was already suffering in silence.

He had consumed a bottle of high-grade rare Tranquil Spirit Potion in advance.

But that potion seemed to have little effect.

Engaged in battle and unleashing spells at a furious pace, Gune could feel waves of tearing pain emanating from the depths of his soul, growing ever more intense.

The release of several dozen high-grade spells earlier had already damaged Gune's soul. And now, the continuous release of these ordinary spells was like frantically testing the edge of death.

When he first began to unleash spells wildly, Gune felt his per-second overlap frequency plummet.

Originally, he could achieve a level of fifteen spells per second.

Now, he could only manage a level of seven or eight spells per second.

If it were only that, it might be bearable.

This frequency of seven or eight spells per second was still enough to suppress that fourth-rank Shadow Assassin, forcing the targeted one to flee for his life and preventing him from harming Gune.

It could even land a hit or two from time to time, injuring the opponent and even driving him into danger multiple times.

The per-second overlap of instant spells, combined with extremely high reaction speed, gave Gune the advantage.

But the problem was.

When the per-second overlap frequency reached the level of seven or eight spells, Gune felt the pain in his soul grow increasingly intense, until it was almost unbearable.

Even as Gune forced himself to persist, his vision would darken slightly, and his spellcasting became less smooth.

Gune had to lower his spell frequency to four or five spells per second.

Four or five spells per second was enough to stalemate the opponent, and occasionally a few arcs of electricity would conduct onto the assassin, causing him some injury.

However, as he continued in the state of four or five spells per second.

Now, Gune felt the pain emanating from deep within his brain growing more and more intense.

His head felt as if it were about to split open.

Clearly, the state of four or five spells per second could not last much longer.

Feeling the intense pain in his mind, Gune longed for his peak state of fifteen spells per second.

If he could truly return to the state of fifteen spells per second, this fourth-rank Shadow Assassin would be blasted to pieces in seconds.

"Although my soul is very powerful, I am after all only a first-rank Transcendent spellcaster."

"Against this fourth-rank Shadow Assassin, who is specifically克制 spellcasters, it's ultimately... too exhausting."

"Since I'm going to die anyway... then I'll give you a fierce blast before I die!"

Knowing that if he continued this entanglement, he would die in the end, Gune decided not to dawdle any longer.

Gune suddenly gritted his teeth, enduring the intense pain from the depths of his soul, and began to unleash spells wildly.

But as soon as the per-second overlap frequency increased.

"Crack..." Something seemed to break inside his head.

Gune felt his vision go black, and even his steps faltered slightly.

Then, the whole world began to spin.

Gune felt as if his soul were floating in the sky.

Intense pain filled his mind, but as a spellcaster, Gune still retained a rare shred of self-awareness.

"Thud!"

It seemed something hit the ground.

Gune felt a chill at the back of his head.

The pitch-black scene before his eyes slowly lifted.

What came into view was the huge crimson moon and the wildly dancing snowflakes.

Snowflakes kept hitting Gune's face, very cold.

Not far away, that fourth-rank Shadow Assassin stood alone in the wind and snow; Gune could only catch a glimpse of his figure.

Gune tried to struggle to his feet, but found he could not feel his body at all, and could not move an inch.

Gune: "..."

After a moment of silence, Gune guessed his situation.

The instant his soul had malfunctioned, the opponent had seized the opportunity.

If his guess was correct, his head must have been flying in the air for a while.

"Fortunately... I'm facing upward, so when I die, I can still enjoy the beautiful moonlight scenery."

The power of a Blood Spellcaster allowed Gune to maintain his vitality for a considerable time even after decapitation.

"When I revive, I'll first immobilize him with a Soul-Fixing Ring Spell, then blast him to death!" Gune had already begun to plan his aftermath.

Gune was indeed about to die.

But that Shadow Assassin was not much better off.

His speed had also dropped significantly, and his means were almost exhausted. If Gune revived with full status, and this guy still dared to fight head-on, he would surely die.

Footsteps sounded.

Gune saw the face of that fourth-rank Shadow Assassin—a dark elf, with dark skin and handsome features.

"You are very powerful. Among all the spellcasters I have fought, except for those fourth-rank ones, you posed the greatest threat to me."

The dark elf Shadow Assassin said softly.

"If you weren't first-rank, it might not be you who dies. What a pity!"

"Yes, what a pity!"

Gune manipulated the small amount of source power stored in his head, gathered it in his mouth, and uttered a soft sigh.

"You know what? Today, it will be you who dies, not me."

A smile formed on Gune's face.

As soon as the words fell.

"Thud!"

A crisp sound of piercing rang out.

Then, a purple-black battle blade pierced through the dark elf's chest.

The fourth-rank dark elf's face twisted in pain, trying to struggle.

But the battle blade glowed with a purple light.

As the purple light surged, the dark elf's body, centered on the spot pierced by the purple battle blade, visibly shriveled.

Moments later, this powerful fourth-rank Shadow Assassin had turned into a withered, mummy-like old elf corpse and died.

That single strike seemed to have stolen all his life.

As the battle blade was withdrawn, this fourth-rank dark elf simply fell headfirst to the ground.

The sudden turn of events left Gune somewhat stunned.

"Hey, that's not the way I meant to die!"

As the corpse fell.

A familiar face, clad in black robes and holding a dark purple short blade, appeared in Gune's field of vision.

Gune exclaimed in astonishment.

"George?"

The one who had slain the fourth-rank Shadow Assassin was none other than the third-rank "Time Hunter" George.

Gune had not expected to run into him here.

Looking at Gune's miserable state—his head separated from his body by five or six meters, blood splattered everywhere, and his life time rapidly draining—

George came to Gune's head, sighed slightly, and showed an apologetic and guilty expression.

"I came too late. I was just finishing off an enemy when I sensed a battle here and rushed over."

"Sorry..."

Gune had no time to dawdle with him; he quickly interrupted the apology.

"Don't just apologize. The body isn't cold yet. I think it can still be saved."

"Ah..." George couldn't help but freeze.

Transcendents have strong vitality; even if the head is cut off, they can still survive for a short time.

But to reattach the severed head and still live?

I'm afraid only a Transcendent Master-level powerhouse could do that!