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At this moment, both Yue Han and Fatty Chen were filled with doubt, and only Zhou Heng understood what had just happened.

The energy of the spell was nothing more than an intangible 'all-purpose material', while the 'spell' used by the black tower was the 'method' for using these 'all-purpose materials'. Since there was a method to change the energy of a spell into various forms, there was also a method to reverse it. However, compared to Zhou Heng who could completely understand the power of spells through the Heavenly Master System, most Magi, including Magus King, would have a hard time understanding the power of spells at his level. It had to be known that Magi had gathered together and spent more than 600 years to form the current spell system. How much effort and talent had they expended? However, their understanding of magic had just opened a corner of the iceberg. It would take at least six hundred years for these wizards to come up with a way to reverse the flow of magic.

Now, a technique that surpassed the current era had appeared in front of Yue Han, how could he not feel shocked?

Seeing that Yue Han was no longer aggressive, Zhou Heng immediately lost interest. This was the second time he had used this technique of reversing magic. The first time was on the road, and with a snap of his fingers, he had eliminated a large number of infected people who had surrounded him. He really wanted to try a few more times, but it seemed like Yue Han could no longer attack him.

"Aren't you too weak?" Zhou Heng retorted to Yue Han who was still kneeling on the ground. He was unable to understand the fluctuations in Yue Han's heart. Zhou Heng only felt that he hadn't fought back yet, and had only resolved his opponent's attack once, yet this fellow had actually kneeled down to him. It was too hard to bear. Were all these wizards flowers in a greenhouse that could not withstand the elements?

He hoped that the legendary Magus King would surprise him a little more when he appeared.

Hearing Zhou Heng's words, Yue Han slowly raised his head. He looked at Zhou Heng's face and muttered to himself.

"What did you say?" Zhou Heng's hearing was sharp, he was able to hear a few syllables, but he could not understand what they were saying.

Yue Han realized that he had not used his own words yet, hence he quickly attached his own words to his throat and asked again, "Are you God?"

When Zhou Heng saw the way he used the energy of magic, he could not help but be enlightened in his heart. Although his understanding of the power of magic surpassed that of all Magi, but in terms of agility and adaptability, Zhou Heng was still far inferior to any low-ranked Magus. But Yue Han's next words made him laugh uncontrollably. God? Is that how Europeans flatter others?

However, he did not know that this was the true intention of Yue Han. In Yue Han's opinion, other than God, no one else could do such an unbelievable thing as make the magical energy disappear suddenly. If he had not personally witnessed it, Yue Han definitely would not have believed that such a "miracle" would occur.

There was only one way to convince Yue Han that the person holding the cat in front of him was not a mortal, but a god.

Yes, he must be an omniscient God!

However, Zhou Heng pressed the back of his hand against Yue Han's forehead. Eh, "Zhou Heng's tone was somewhat doubtful," You don't have a fever either? " Zhou Heng thought that since he did not have a fever, then it must be that this person's injuries were too severe and had reached the point of hallucination.

"Of course I'm not God." Zhou Heng was amused by this man's foolishness, "Although there are monsters and ghosts, there is no God of Immortals." In Zhou Heng's world, if there was still a God, then it must be the Heavenly Master System.

"You're not God?" Yue Han suddenly stood up, "How can you not be God?" If Zhou Heng was not God, then all his understanding and understanding of magic in all these years would have been completely overturned.

"This person is crazy." Fatty Chen came to Zhou Heng's side, "I think we should call the police and let the police handle this."

Zhou Heng also started to hesitate, it seemed like this Foreigners who was covered in blood was not normal, there was no point wasting time with a mental patient here, it would be better to go to the Qingyu Lake earlier to see what had happened.

"Forget it," Zhou Heng also said. "Let's ignore this person and go to the Qingyu Lake."

With that, he turned around and left.

Fatty Chen immediately followed behind. This madman looked to be in danger, but Fatty Chen did not dare to stay too far away from Zhou Heng. There was no one around him, so other than Zhou Heng, no one could protect him.

However, that man covered in blood actually followed along. He quickly blocked in front of Zhou Heng, opened his arms and shouted: "Quick, tell me, who exactly are you?" He should have escaped earlier, but if this question wasn't resolved, even if he died, he wouldn't be able to rest in peace.

"Are you done yet?" The Fatty Chen put his hands on his waist impatiently. He knew that this person could not defeat Zhou Heng, so he became more daring.

"I think you should take care of yourself." Zhou Heng said, "You have been poisoned, although the poison is not strong, it will take a long time for you to survive."

"I don't care about that!" How could Yue Han not know his own situation? But compared to the situation in front of him, his own life was nothing.

"Who the hell are you!" Yue Han shouted to Zhou Heng.

Zhou Heng had a helpless look on his face: "I'm a Heavenly Master, a Heavenly Master in ghost capture."

"Heavenly teacher?" Yue Han opened his eyes wide, "You are not a Magus?"

Zhou Heng nodded.

"You're not a wizard?" A person who could remove his Spell was actually not a Magus. To Yue Han, this was simply a joke, "How can you not be a Magus?"

"How can you not be a wizard?" After saying that, Yue Han began to cry. He knelt on the ground again and started to cry.

"Don't, don't worry about him!" Seeing Yue Han's crazy actions, the Fatty Chen was panicking, afraid that he would harm himself. He did not know if the disease would spread, but Fatty Chen could not help but hide behind Zhou Heng.

"Hurry to the hospital." Zhou Heng held onto Fatty Chen's sleeve with one hand and walked around Yue Han.

"You're not allowed to leave!" Yue Han shouted from behind the two of them, "You're not allowed to leave!"

But how could Zhou Heng and the Fatty Chen listen to his words?

"You're not allowed to leave!" Yue Han shouted crazily, he raised both of his hands, and countless of blades and swords appeared behind him, following that, he pushed forward with his hands, and all of the blades and swords flew towards Zhou Heng's back.

Without even turning his head, Zhou Heng released the hand that was holding onto Fatty Chen and once again gently waved his hand in the air.

The swords and sabers all silently dissipated into the air.

"Ha, ha, ha!" "Hahaha!" Tears still hung in Yue Han's eyes, but he suddenly laughed loudly again, "Andrea! "Wang!"

"Your nemesis is here!" Yue Han shouted happily in the dense forest.