Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 1272 - 352 Traceless

The "Fleeting Light Shield" formed by the frenzied spinning of two shadow warriors suddenly came to a grinding halt as if a swiftly revolving carriage wheel had been impaled on an iron rod.

Before Imam Manali could register shock in his eyes, a blood flower burst forth from his neck. This minor episode hardly caught anyone’s attention, because almost simultaneously, a deluge of arrows descended from the sky like a waterfall, piercing Imam Manali’s frail body with unerring accuracy.

Like a blade of grass repeatedly hammered by a giant mallet, the dense and continuous arrow cascade smashed Imam Manali’s body to pieces in the blink of an eye.

Flesh, tendons, and bone fragments exploded like a mince fountain from a Demon Clan meat grinder, casting a wide spray of blood in all directions.

Under the control of the Seven-Colored Dragon, the feathers pierced bodies and sank deep into the ground with such strength that only short plumes protruded from the mirror-smooth marble surface of the Imperial Street, forming a perfectly regular circular target. The splattered flesh and blood rained down, adorning the circular target with a red ring punctuated by cinnabar.

The Ostrich Cavalry and Camel Archers rubbed their eyes as if they could hardly believe the scene before them.

Not just these Beamon warriors—even the Seven-Colored Dragon Ibrahim felt his head spin.

Although Imam Manali’s magical level was not easily measured by the guild titles of the Aegean Continent, one thing was certain: even if he was no match for Saint Chiao, he could at least be considered a Magic Tutor! Even though Ibrahim belonged to the proud upper echelons of the Dragon Clan, he wasn’t arrogant enough to believe he could kill a Magic Tutor with a single instant spell!

Out of the corner of Ibrahim’s eye, he noticed that his shadow had inexplicably returned to his feet.

Several Great Magicians frowned slightly.

Things were too strange! Why did Imam Manali’s "Fleeting Light Shield" stop spinning? How could it be so easily destroyed by the arrow barrage controlled by the Seven-Colored Dragon? And to die in such a gruesome way, his body thoroughly shredded by the rain of arrows!

Several suspicious gazes drifted unanimously towards Liu Richard, who wore a triumphant smirk.

A dark figure slowly rose from the crop circle-like cluster of arrow plumes.

With the thick ink-like shadow around the figure violently shaking, the blurred facial features and figure gradually became clearer.

It was Imam Manali!

Master Manali indeed did not boast in vain!

The servant of Goddess Moni was truly unparalleled; although his body had been utterly destroyed, his shadow once again became his avatar, standing anew on this land.

Only now, the shadow avatar’s skin was pitch black, resembling slaves trafficked from the Gold Coast Continent, while the previous Master Manali’s pale skin looked almost sickly. Although their features were strikingly similar, their complexions had swung from one extreme to the other.

Liu Richard thought to himself that this fellow was just like society nowadays—one moment white, the next black, mixing the two indiscriminately. fгeewebnovёl.com

"Why..." The shadow avatar’s facial expression was full of gloom as he muttered in a lost voice, "...Why has this happened..."

"Master Manali!" Liu Richard, holding the Ancient Power Fire Gun, smirked coldly, "Even Master Puskas Saint Chiao could only sense your presence, so why can I see right through your ’Hidden Form Cloaking’? Did you really think you smell of urine? Damn! I’m also a master of controlling shadows! I have a natural keen sense for them!"

"Why has this happened? There’s no Shadow Series Spell for controlling someone else’s body!" Master Manali looked up dejectedly, staring fixedly at Liu Richard.

Countless eyes immediately turned towards Liu Richard, their gazes filled with implied meanings.

"Richard... You... When did you learn Shadow Magic?" Master Puskas eyed a certain part of Liu Richard, his expression odd.

"Master! I’m a foreign Elf with the title ’Night Watcher’!" Liu Richard rolled his eyes frantically, indignantly retorting, "Does my racial ability ’Shadow Assault’ have anything to do with Shadow Magic? Can Shadow Magic control someone’s body through their shadow?"

"Shadow Assault? Controlling someone’s body through their shadow? I haven’t heard of this ’Night Watcher’ racial ability before," Master Stefano said with a wry smile, shaking his head.

What exactly "Shadow Assault" was, the royal Great Magician indeed did not know; but regarding what "Night Watcher" implied, this magician, closest to divinity, had long been familiar with it from ancient texts. Now, he was merely feigning ignorance amidst his astonishment.

"This racial ability isn’t actually very useful, you must be close to someone’s shadow to use it, just like Medusa’s ’Gaze Petrification Technique’ is quite unimpressive!" Liu Richard laughed wildly at Manali’s shadow avatar, "Respected Master Manali, please don’t blame me for being unrighteous. Blame the sunlight for stretching your shadow. Who let me circle around you without stopping me sooner? Who let me get close to your shadow indeed!"

The shadow avatar of Imam Manali was nearly faint with anger.

Master Aymar gave a thumbs up to Master Puskas in a low voice, praising, "Teacher, you indeed have a keen eye, such a cunning son-in-law playing ’Piegel eating Taige’ is truly rare to see!"