Can the sadness that magic cannot take away be offset by love?

Iris's feet stepped onto the long steps in the air again. She glanced at the gate beneath her feet in the distance. It was empty and silent.

Looking up again, those people were still fighting fiercely. The higher you go, the more likely you are to be affected. Iris turned her head for the Nth time to avoid the sparks from Ernest's attack, feeling a little depressed.

When she reached the 90th floor, a female mage floating in the air looked back at her and quickly turned back.

The last ten floors, where prizes appear randomly, are full of people watching everyone else's movements.

Every door of the ten floors was wide open. Iris stood at the door of the ninetieth floor for a while, and then she saw a white dead branch suddenly appear on the table inside.

She looked at the people who were fighting anxiously in the air, then looked at the female mage who was busy watching the battle and didn't look back, and knew that now was not a good time to take action.

These people watched as the doors of each room were opened and then ignored them, but in fact, each of them had eyes behind them, and whoever showed signs of walking into the room would immediately be subjected to the next round of concentrated fire.

Iris noted the time. The dead branch would stay in this room for ten minutes before the next random teleportation.

Suddenly, a black dot appeared in the air below and fell downwards. Not long after, the number of people present showed that another person had been eliminated.

There are only ten people left.

There must be at least one more person below.

She, Ernest, Sally, the blond male wizard who was fighting Sally, the female wizard who was guarding the 90th floor with her back to her, four contestants who were scattered around and taking part in the battle whenever they could, and the wizard who had just eliminated one person below... they were all here.

She didn't see Leandre Joe up there, which meant he was the one who had just eliminated someone.

Iris observed the battle situation for a while. In her opinion, Sally Wilmington was at a disadvantage. The mages led by the blond male mage and Ernest were targeting her. After fighting for so long, she was already showing signs of fatigue.

But the mages never tried to kill her. Instead, they would suddenly launch several fierce attacks at Ernest from time to time. Especially when Sallyst occasionally found an opportunity to counterattack him, the other players would cooperate with her attacks. Even the male mage who was fighting her head-on would slow down his offensive a little, trying to keep Ernest at bay for a while.

Iris also noticed that the female mage closest to her was also frequently targeted by others. She was almost the one most likely to be "affected" by the attacks among the remaining mages, and Iris had to repeatedly dodge the damage.

So Iris walked up a few steps and put some distance between herself and the female mage.

Then she found that she was also the one who liked to be targeted. After she left the female mage, the attacks that "accidentally" fell around her increased instead of decreasing, as if to tell her that the fact that she was being targeted had nothing to do with other mages, and that the attacks she was supposed to take would not be reduced simply by changing her position.

They were grinding each other like this, not daring to use their full strength even in a head-on fight, for fear of being taken advantage of by the opponents around them who were eyeing them covetously. It was unknown how long it would take to get a result.

There was a small white dot in the air below that was gradually getting bigger and approaching them. Iris knew that it was Leandre Joe coming with his wings. The opponent had not participated in the battle for so long, but had been wandering on the stairs of the tower. It was very likely that he had figured out a way to end the game.

Looking up, she saw that Ernest suddenly changed his tactics and she knew that the turning point had come.

When the first space crack just appeared, she quickly put on layer after layer of defense on herself. In a blink of an eye, the sky above the tower was like a bag with dense holes poked in it, and dark space cracks were everywhere she looked.

The number and size of the cracks around the contestants were even more exaggerated. At that moment, almost no one moved except Ernest, because even if they just raised their hands and touched the cracks, a piece of flesh would fall off.

Very strong control.

But Iris knew that this was not the end yet. He was a mage of both fire and space, and it would be more troublesome to coordinate the two types of magic.

The cracks everywhere already made people afraid to move, and Ernest's subsequent combo made everyone even more unmoved - flames leaped out of the cracks, and the familiar high temperature swept across the space again.

Yes, that's right, the Ramirez family's famous eternal flame - it just came out from the crack in the space close to everyone, staring at everyone fiercely.

The vision was illuminated red by the fire, and the ice on the surface of her skin was melting layer by layer with a "hiss". Everyone was surrounded by flames and cracks, with nowhere to escape.

[(Lighting a cigarette) Familiar recipe, familiar taste]

[He also used this trick in the previous competition. Could it be that no one has figured out a solution after all these years?]

[Brother Arson has magnified it again, I am tired]

[Is the stadium going to be burned down again? The shadow he left on me during the last competition has not yet dissipated]

[Ahhh, there was no space ball in the last session. If the fire can’t be put out, it will keep burning and burn people to death.]

[Reminds me of the last session's Black Charcoal... Oh no]

[Friendly reminder: Minors, heart disease patients and other special groups please avoid the following scenes]

[I don’t want to watch it anymore! I don’t want to watch it anymore! Let me out!!]

[Relax, we are all born with talent, we are not powerless to fight back]

[Not being helpless means being forced to remain motionless in the rift and fire siege? ? ! ]

Under the terrifying magical pressure, Iris' scalp went numb. Fortunately, she was prepared. She twisted her body around the crack and drank a bottle of transformation potion. She disappeared from everyone's sight in an instant.

The others who were far away thought she was using an invisibility potion and wondered what the invisibility potion was for since she would still get hurt if she touched a crack or flame while moving.

Audrey Anthony, the female wizard closest to her, understood something when she saw a bee buzzing overhead. She felt incredible and drank a bottle of transformation potion, then turned into a sparrow, flapped her wings and flew away.

The cracks and flames that were unavoidable for humans were just obstacles that could be circumvented in the eyes of the little bee. Iris stumbled downwards, intending to fly into the room where the prize had just appeared.

This is the best time to fish in troubled waters.

When the others saw the sparrow, they understood something, or they were prepared for it. Not long after, butterflies, bees, birds, bats and even mosquitoes appeared where people had been standing and scattered in all directions.

But Sally Wilmington did not do so. Others could run away at this time because they were just incidental targets of attack, while she had been targeted by Ernest and was the primary target for elimination.

Two green braids fluttered behind her, and the fine bangs on her forehead danced in the wind. The eyes of the female mage were filled with a contemptuous and cold smile:

"Are you finally willing to make a move?"

The protective shield around her blocked all the fire attacks, and the safe range created by the shield was also clean, without a single space crack.

This is a magical tool specially made for space magic.

Through the transparent protective shield, Ernest saw the constant absent-mindedness in her eyes.

Even though her magic power and physical strength had been consumed for a long time, Ernest still did not let her guard down. Her protective shield was already shaky under the fierce attack of the flames and would be completely torn apart soon.

"I have a bad feeling... the young lady might also be magnified, and then we will be the ones who suffer."

The white bird flew to the little bee and exclaimed.

"Leandre, do you know how to end the game?"

Little Bee only cares about business.

"Of course, of course, can we work together this time - Ecelia?"

Being called by a girl a few years younger than him, Leander felt a little strange, but he didn't hate it. The white bird followed the little bee into the room. Iris knew it would be difficult to get rid of him, so she said:

"How can we cooperate? There is only one prize."

The dead branch on the table flashed and disappeared.

Ten minutes passed and the dead branches were teleported to other rooms.

The little bee's wings paused, and it turned around resignedly and flew out the door.

The white bird also changed its direction and said tirelessly:

"The two of us can team up to eliminate the others and then compete again."

"…Then what's the point of the method you found to end it?"

"But I don't have the confidence to fly too far under their noses."

This was a subtle test to see if she knew the so-called method of ending it.

"If you don't even have the confidence to run far, how are you going to eliminate the others?"

The little bee was disdainful.

Leandre Joe dodged the crack that suddenly opened in front of him, and was so frightened that his feathers trembled twice:

"What's going on? Aren't they going to fight us anymore? Are they still targeting us?"

Iris turned her head several times with a gloomy face, repeatedly brushing past the suddenly opened space cracks. Seeing this, Leander comforted her:

"Don't worry. You won't get hurt if you fall into the rift. You'll just be transported to an unknown place."

Such consolation is quite ineffective.

"thank you."

Iris was annoyed by the increasingly frequent attacks, but she couldn't find any trace of the prize after flying all the way. Finally, she stopped at the 98th floor. When she looked up, only Sally and Ernest were left above her.

The white bird followed her crookedly, with its feathers a little burnt on the edges. He shouted:

"Are you not going up? If the city gate catches fire, everyone in the pond will be affected!"

The higher you fly, the more frequent the attacks become.

The other mages were still searching the dead branches layer by layer. The top layer was the first one avoided by everyone because of the presence of those two people, but it wouldn't be long before they could search here after eliminating the other layers.

The blue-haired wizard's defense shield was completely broken at a certain moment, and the fire attack hit a new layer of defense shield. Little Bee was thoughtful:

"She's had at least three of her defense shields broken since she came in, and she hasn't fought back."

Bai Niao once again squeezed beside her amidst the space cracks and the running fires, glanced at the two people above, and said:

"Don't you know? Sally's family heritage is of the energy storage type. The fewer elements consumed in the early stage and the longer the energy storage time, the more terrifying the explosive power in the later stage..."

The white bird hesitated for a moment, then continued:

"I personally think that they are on par with the scene Ernest is creating now. There is no conclusion as to who is stronger between the two of them. However, in terms of public opinion, Ernest has always been very flamboyant. Many people have heard of his name, but don't even know who Sally is... If it's based on outside opinions, of course Ernest is the strongest."

The white bird was chatting happily, and the little bee reminded him:

"Everything you say will be broadcast, and it's live, so it can't be cut off."

But the white bird didn't care at all:

"It doesn't matter. I've been scolded a lot. They're all small problems, small problems."

"..."

Iris turned her head and the white bird began to chirp again:

"She is also an energy storage type... Doesn't that make her a good match for Yue Baizhi? She stores energy for everything she does. Fortunately, the Wilmingston family is not short of money, otherwise, if they didn't have enough wealth to build so many defense shields, they wouldn't be able to afford it..."

[The rest of the people have basically formed teams]

[The young lady is about to explode. It’s hard to get through this alone.]

[They don't have many opportunities to show off to others]

[It’s only the first show, so don’t worry if you don’t want to show it]

The judges' seats were not as lively as the barrage, with people around just whispering to each other from time to time, and a transparent pop-up window would occasionally pop up on the live broadcast screen to display the judges' comments.

Albinia only cared about the scented tea in the cup. She took the last plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and the plate just missed the hand of a gray-haired old man on her left. The old man stroked his beard and said slowly:

"Before the live broadcast started, some players had already demonstrated their skills. They are probably still gathering strength now."

The old man gave the director a look while speaking, and this sentence was immediately broadcast into the live broadcast room.