I felt very small in the crowd, and my own strength was no match for the outcome of the battle.
I can't quite remember how long the battle lasted, but it had probably been about fifteen minutes. After breaking through several obstacles, I discovered a cult leader.
Cult leaders, for example, are named after the Chinese zodiac animal, and their robes are different from those of most cult members.
Although both are black robes, the cultist's robes have fancy patterns on them.
The person less than ten meters away from me was one of the cult leaders.
It's clear that this person is very strong; he can actually take on two Taoist disciples by himself without being at a disadvantage.
I twirled the longsword in my hand, and with a flick of my left hand, flames shot out from my palm. This was a move I had finally mastered after much trial and error.
The cult leader held a steel whip in his hand, and his head would occasionally fly off.
My master told me about this move; it's a type of black magic called the Flying Head Curse!
When its head flies off, it is accompanied by a blood mist, also known as the "Hundred Flowers Flying Head Descent". When the blood mist comes into contact with the target, it will cause the person to lose their mind and become confused.
If the opponent launches an attack at this moment, there is a high probability that they will not be able to dodge and will have no choice but to withstand the blow.
Those with strong physical fitness can withstand a couple of blows, but those with average physical fitness may not even be able to withstand a single head impact.
It seems that he is my true opponent!
I took a few steps and stood in front of the man, raising my hand to swing my sword at his back!
Almost the instant I revealed my murderous intent, the other party reacted. His head instantly rotated 180 degrees, and his eyes stared straight at me. His lifeless face was devoid of any expression.
Almost at the same moment I swung my sword, he suddenly bowed, and my longsword slashed between his head and buttocks.
To be precise, I didn't even touch him; his body structure no longer resembled that of a human.
I could see the death in this person's eyes, and his head, trailing a cloud of blood mist, flew towards me.
The head flew at a very fast speed, so fast that it was impossible to dodge.
The two Taoist disciples who had just fought the sorcerer also wielded steel knives and slashed at him.
As expected, both of their attacks were blocked, and they were unable to harm each other in the slightest.
I dodged the head that the sorcerer had launched, then immediately took out two calming talismans from my pocket and stuck them on my arms. I also took out some medicine to prevent mental poisoning from a small bottle and swallowed it in one gulp.
"Now we can have some fun!" I stared at the sorcerer, my words deliberately laced with provocation!
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