Pei Ze wasn't about to let them go. He sneered, and with a grasping motion of his hand, countless droplets of liquid metal automatically converged in his palm, forming a spear wrapped in fine tendrils of lightning.
The next second, the spear shot out like a bolt of electricity, piercing through the chest of a Fourth-Class Priest!
The last remaining Fourth-Class Priest's soul nearly fled his body in terror. He scrambled to speed up and flee into the distance, but he was still struck by the lightning spear that tore through the air, and he followed his companion to his death.
Seeing Pei Ze's divine might, felling over a dozen Winter Frost Priests in the blink of an eye, the surrounding Turin People were both horrified and terrified. They no longer dared to provoke this Godslayer, hastily avoiding his position.
The other Wizards exchanged glances, not expecting Pei Ze to be so ferocious even after being injured.
