Elemental Light Mage

The hair-thin thread, as if it had life, quickly sank into the skin of Xi Yeming's left wrist.

Surprisingly, Xi Yeming did not feel any pain at all, but he could clearly sense that his energy and spirit were weakening at an alarming rate.

"not good!"

Xi Yeming cried out inwardly, and reacted extremely quickly. He immediately cast wind magic, instantly condensing the wind power into an extremely sharp blade, and fiercely slashed at those strange silk threads.

However, these silk threads seemed to have great toughness. No matter how hard Xi Yeming cut them, they only trembled slightly and refused to break easily.

Xi Yeming gritted his teeth and swung the wind blade again and again, sweat dripping down his forehead. Finally, after a short and continuous number of unremitting efforts, the silk thread made a crisp sound of breaking and was successfully cut.

After getting rid of the silk thread, Xi Yeming did not dare to delay for a moment. He quickly stepped back a distance, watching everything in front of him vigilantly.

At this moment, he felt exhausted both physically and mentally, and just wanted to figure out the situation as soon as possible and have a good talk with his sisters.

"Why are you doing this, Persimmon?" Xi Yeming looked at Xi Shi with confusion, with a hint of disbelief in his voice.

Just when he was most helpless, so many confusing things happened one after another, which made him overwhelmed for a moment and he had no idea how to deal with the situation.

Xi Shi still had no expression on her face. She responded coldly, "Because we want to completely erase your soul, then occupy your body and take revenge on those hateful magicians one by one. Are you satisfied with this explanation?"

Hearing this, Xi Yeming's heart was shocked, and the words "those magicians..." kept echoing in his mind.

He really couldn't figure out when Persimmon had offended these magicians to cause such terrible revenge. And why did the sisters in front of him suddenly become so strange and cold-blooded? Countless questions surged in his mind, and Xi Yeming felt deeply confused and frightened.

"Which magicians?"

"Humph," Xi Shi stated with disgust the names that Xi Yeming found very familiar, "Su Caibai, Kasong and Leo, and the two girls named Bianca and Chris."

While listening to his sister's speech, Xi Yeming quickly analyzed in his mind what type of magic Xi ​​Shi was using.

"Is it the same linear operation magic as Nesbitchi-senpai? What is its purpose?"

"Those threads just passed through my body. Did they penetrate? But I didn't feel any pain."

"Could it be a non-physical attack type? If it is non-physical, what is it attacking?"

Xi Yeming's eyes slowly swept towards his left wrist which had been tightly tied just now. Although the silk thread that bound him had been ruthlessly cut, there were still a few thin and tough silk threads, like tenacious parasites, tightly wrapped around his wrist.

"Is this the so-called...power of the soul?" Xi Yeming murmured to himself, his heart full of doubts and confusion.

At this moment, a shout suddenly rang out: "Are you listening to me?"

Persimmon's face was full of anger, and her beautiful eyes were now burning with rage, staring straight at Xi Yeming. Obviously, she had noticed Xi Yeming's absent-mindedness, and this kind of disregard made her feel extremely angry.

Xi Yeming was startled for a moment, then he looked up at Persimmon, who was in a rage. However, after a brief exchange of glances, he quickly shifted his gaze to Orange, who was standing behind him, always looking like a bystander.

"Persimmon, to be honest, I really don't know what you and Orange did in the corner that I can't see, and how you know those unknown things. But I dare to assert that you will never attack me just to take my body."

Xi Yeming said in a helpless tone, his voice was low and a little tired, it seemed that he had no interest in this sudden fight. If possible, he sincerely hoped that this battle would not continue.

"What do you mean, do you look down on me?" New threads spread out from Persimmon's fingertips, ready to move.

"I'm not looking down on you, but there are two of you?"

It was only after her brother pointed it out that Persimmon discovered the loophole. She looked back in astonishment at Orange, who was also at a loss.

"How can two people occupy my body?" Xi Yeming raised half of his eyebrow to express his doubt.

"This……"

Persimmon stood there speechless, as if there was something unspeakable in his throat that he couldn't express clearly.

"Besides, do you really want to fight? Since you can see that I'm distracted, you can generally guess that I'm analyzing your magic. At least a magician who is good at fighting won't make this mistake."

Having said this, Persimmon seemed unable to say anything more. She could only lower her face to hide her expression.

Orange watched the fight between her brother and sister with a worried look on her face. If possible, she hoped that neither of them would get hurt.

Time slipped away bit by bit, Xi Shi grabbed his bangs to cover his forehead, raised his head and roared.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"

The roar made younger sister Chengzi stare at her sister who was out of control in fear, while Xi Yeming pursed his lips and waited slowly for Xi Shi's action.

"I'm going to knock you down!"

Xi Shi swung the silk thread like a possessed person, pulled out the tree and smashed it at his younger brother Xi Yeming.

The next second, the swift wind wheel blade cut off the entire tree, and the silk thread also lost control of it.

Xi Yeming tried his best to hide the sadness in his tone, "A dead tree is just a piece of wood, it no longer has a soul."

Xi Shi's eyes twitched after hearing this, and he turned to control the silk thread to flow towards Xi Yeming.

In an instant, the silk threads surging like a tide intertwined and collided with the silk threads on Xi Yeming's left wrist, as if a mysterious and exciting movement was played in the air. The invisible force was like a powerful hand, tightly grasping Xi Yeming's left wrist, trying to connect it closely with Xi Shi's power and never separate it.

Faced with this sudden change, Xi Yeming was shocked. This strange and powerful ability was obviously far beyond his previous expectations. However, he did not panic because he had already conceived a countermeasure in the depths of his mind.

A violent gust of wind swept in from behind Xi Yeming like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins. This strong wind was so powerful that it hit Xi Shi's body fiercely with the force of a tidal wave.

Xi Shi's originally stable figure was instantly shaken and she lost her balance, finally falling to the ground in a mess. As her body fell, her delicate control over the silk thread also came to an abrupt end.

At this moment, Xi Yeming's eyes revealed an indescribable sadness, and he stood there pitifully. His eyes, which contained a confession, stared quietly at the fallen Xi Shi, as if waiting for the other party to stand up again and welcome the more intense confrontation later.