Chapter 2039 - 547: The Professor's Complex Makeup_5

He couldn't tell for a moment whether he was awake.

Or had fallen from one nightmare into another.

"Don't bother struggling."

A teasing voice came from overhead.

Qianqian stretched her arms and shifted her crossed legs, as if she had never moved an inch.

"In my nightmare, your spirit is like a slime that I can mold as I please. It wouldn't even take a second for me to kill you. Do you think you can escape? Better confess—"

Before she finished speaking, her eyes suddenly sharpened. The wings behind her shook violently, and her figure leaped into the air.

Zi—!

Almost at the same time she left, a ghostly green beam silently sliced through where she had been sitting.

The large tree that could be hugged by two people fell, as if sliced silently like tofu.

The sound of the tree collapsing followed, startling the sleeping birds in the forest, causing them to flap their wings and fly into the air.

A light chuckle came from the shadows, followed by a cold and husky voice.

"Pretty quick dodge."

Suspended in the air, Qianqian narrowed her eyes slightly, and saw a silhouette in a gray magic robe slowly emerge from the darkness.

On his hand, he wore an ancient-looking golden diamond ring, and the top of the staff in his grip was adorned with gray-white bone jade.

If Yiye Zhiqu were here, he would probably exclaim—

What the heck?!

This NPC can actually strip equipment from players and wear it?!

"Human... Mage?!"

Qianqian's voice carried a hint of caution; although her calm expression didn't change, she had clearly shown her full strength.

"Who are you?"

A menacing growl emanated from her throat; the pressure of a Diamond Level powerhouse descended upon this forest, and her spiritual power spread like an endless giant net.

But facing the little demon flapping its wings, the magician hidden in the shadow merely smiled faintly, seemingly not taking the raw power into account.

He acknowledged the power was strong.

But power does not equate to damage.

"Demon, it seems you've mistaken your position."

The long-handled magic wand in hand flipped, and the mage standing in the shadows gazed indifferently at the sky. The tip of the wand once again gathered a dangerous glow.

"I am the Interrogator; the one who should answer questions is you."

Scarlet eyes emitted unprecedented killing intent. Qianqian was about to shout a curse, when a leisurely voice abruptly descended around them.

The dazed Ratman on the ground, too, was swept into this, trembling uncontrollably.

"Who do you intend to interrogate?"

The magician hidden in the shadow froze slightly, his hand holding the wand stiffening in mid-air, a trace of doubt gradually arising in his eyes.

This voice...

So familiar!

Upon hearing that voice, Qianqian's heart surged with joy, and she eagerly looked in the direction the voice came from.

"Ma—"

"Shh."

With a finger to his lips, standing in the night, Luo Yan made a silencing gesture, casually erasing the flapping of birds and the resonant chirping of insects across the forest.

The travel cloak silently fluttered in the night breeze. He wore a mask with blurred facial contours, and the voice emerging from behind the mask became the only sound in the night.

"Focus."

Qianqian's heart sank as she remembered she was still in a confrontation, momentarily losing vigilance because of the Demon King's arrival.

However—

It doesn't really matter anymore.

The outcome has already been decided.

At the moment the voice fell, both large and small figures simultaneously vanished from the night sky.

Meanwhile, hundreds of dark green beams, like slithering pythons, instantly swept through the air above the forest!

Dark green wand tip radiated scorching death energy.

Watching the silhouette disappear into the night sky, the gray-robed wizard's expression changed dramatically. His left hand swiftly reached for the cloak's collar, gripping the button tightly and pulling forcefully.

"Hiss—"

As he tore open the magic scroll hidden there, a dark, iron-like cold light sliced through his robe.

Boots hit the ground, followed by the wild wind sweeping the fallen leaves.

Sarah, in a mask, clicked her tongue, cold eyes scanning the vast forest, before the dagger reversed and returned to the sheath.

"He got away."

"Not fleeing."

Luo Yan had already somehow appeared on the ground, stepping through leaves stained with Ratman blood, and approached not far from Sarah.

He slightly raised his index finger, and the fallen leaves on the ground blew away, lifting a golden diamond ring and a bone staff from his feet.

Seeing the "Divine Equipment" he had cheaply sold to players, and the remaining magic power on it, Luo Yan's lips curled in a playful arc.

"The real body was never here from the start."

Soul System, Holy Power, plus some enchantment and a bit of summoning school trickery... along with some things not found in libraries.

Master of spells from four schools, it seems this "Professor's" makeup is more complex than usual.