"Ghost Frog!"
A roar filled with profound grief and anger echoed.
The ground trembled.
A towering figure, wielding a massive hammer wrapped in a whistling wind, charged head-on.
The hammer's handle alone was over two meters long, etched with mysterious runes and totems. Its hammerhead was terrifying, resembling a small hill, and every groove on its surface appeared deep and powerful.
Under the night sky, the patterns on the trembling hammer seemed to flow like silver light, radiating an aura of majesty.
Inheritance Witchcraft!
Inheritance Witchcraft in the shape of a hammer was extremely rare, and one could imagine the pain of being struck by it.
Carl swiftly moved to dodge but found that, unknowingly, some black substance had entangled his feet.
It was spreading up his legs.
One-Circle Witchcraft—Shadow Tentacles!
Clearly, besides the Bloodline Wizard with the giant hammer charging at him, another Official Wizard was hiding nearby.
"Die!"
