The scarred Magus showed a hint of pain on his face, but that quickly changed to a fierce expression, as if he wanted to do everything he could to kill Leylin.
Scarface’s remaining hand dipped into his bag and seemed to be touching some item.
“Oh? You still want to resist?”
Leylin furrowed his brows, and in front of him, a black shadow blade emerged and slashed at the Magus’ left arm.
*Thud!*
The black blade noiselessly streaked across, and the Magus’ left arm fell.
Seconds later, fresh blood gushed out like a fountain.
“Ah!” Scarface’s facial muscles contorted, making him look even more sinister and terrifying.
In the eyes of Leylin, however, he just seemed like a clown!
Leylin grabbed forward, black threads at the tips of his five fingers. These threads seemed to have their own intelligence, latching onto Scarface and pushing him to the ground, and then entering his nostrils, ears, mouth and other facial orifices.
Like a duck that had been clutched by the neck, the Magus’ expression changed to that of resignation, and the violent undulations surrounding him immediately dissipated.
“You…”
Scarface seemed like he had something to say, but Leylin didn’t give him any chance to speak.
Unsympathetically, he raised his foot, clad with a leather boot, and stomped down on Scarface’s chest.
*Thud!*
Scarface’s chest sunk in, and his face turned deep red and then purple as he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Leylin stopped looking at him, and glanced at the surrounding Magi of the hunting team.
After defeating Scarface, the Magi from the hunting team that were present seemed to have achieved a mutual understanding, and encircled him.
“What’s this? Are you all going to attack me?”