"Your crystal wall system has been putting pressure on me. Fortunately, I have strong ability to withstand pressure, and -" Xia Xiu paused and raised the corner of his mouth.

"I also love to learn. So, in this environment, I developed several new spells. In the future, these spells will be standard spells for my students. Don't worry, I will mention one in the textbook.

Talk about your contribution."

He turned his eyes to the old craftsman Satis standing aside, with a warm smile, and continued:

"As you know, Satis, I call these open series of spells the 'Ouroboros Series'.

Now, as you can see, I am going to cast the details of the second spell.

Look carefully, I only release it once. To be honest, you hold my wand, but you can only use the most basic 'Grudge of the Soul' all day long. This does make me feel speechless. This time, you should be more careful and careful.

study."

Xia Xiu slowly raised the silver wand, a pair of cold golden eyes flashing in the dim light, like a giant snake on the hunt.

His voice was low and cold, with an irresistible majesty:

"The Curse of Ouroboros: The Eye of the Heart."

A ray of silver light shot out from the tip of the wand, penetrated the air coldly, and shot directly at him.

Damian subconsciously wanted to raise his wand to resist, and the spell was already forming on his lips, but the moment he raised his arm, his whole body suddenly stiffened, as if he was tightly imprisoned by invisible iron chains.

Fear welled up in his heart, and he struggled to let out a low gasp. However, no matter how hard he tried, his body was restrained by cold chains, and even the slightest trembling of his muscles was difficult.

For a moment, Damian's entire body felt like it was being pressed down by a thousand pounds of force, his limbs were stiff, and his eyes were wide open.

He could clearly feel a cold force seizing his soul. His consciousness gradually collapsed under the strong resistance, but he could not break free of the tight shackles no matter what.

He discovered something: he had lost control of his body.

"When I cast this spell, it's like seizing a body. But for others, I hope they use it as a body-holding spell, and it's a powerful body-holding spell."

Xia Xiu said, and with a slight wave of his wand, the red-robed wizard's body began to move stiffly like a puppet being manipulated.

There were still traces of fear on Damian's face, but one of his feet was raised strangely, and the twisted movements were horrifying.

His limbs began to twitch uncoordinatedly, and he jumped up and down on his toes, like a funny and terrifying puppet dancing.

"The reason why it is not recommended to use it to seize control of the body is because although the Eye of the Heart is powerful, it can be resisted through strong willpower."

Xia Xiu raised the corner of his mouth slightly, then gently raised the wand upwards. Damian's body instantly lifted off the ground, was thrown into the air, and then fell suddenly.

With a bang, he fell to the ground, face down, lying awkwardly on the floor.

"Most people can't do what I do."

Xia Xiu smiled lightly and waved his wand gently. Damian seemed to be picked up by an invisible hand and flew into the air again.

The Dark Lord seemed to be directing a grotesque farce. With a slight wave of his wand, the red-robed wizard Damian began to spin in the air, with his feet backward and his head forward. At one point, he even seemed to be turning upside down.

In the end, he was forced to spin stiffly in a circle in a posture that was difficult for ordinary people to achieve, with his arms raised high and his legs twisted. His joints were no longer bound by the physical body, but completely became the plaything of the Dark Lord's thoughts.

As the wand made another half arc downwards, the red-robed wizard Damian's body fell backwards and fell heavily to the ground. However, before he could relax, his arm was raised again as if being pulled by a rope.

, the whole person was ruthlessly pulled into the air, and fell heavily again.

There was cold amusement in the Dark Lord's eyes, and his fingers flexibly drew a few lines on the wand. Damian's body immediately followed his changing trajectory, dangling in mid-air, as undignified as a rag doll.

The red-robed wizard's body was violently thrown to the ground again and again, and blood oozed from his lips.

The Dark Lord's smile was still gentle and calm, and he said to Damian, who had dull eyes and was drooling with dementia:

"Don't worry, you can't die yet."

He knew that the other party's soul imprisoned inside the body could hear these words, but the other party had now lost control of the body, so he could only reply monotonously while drooling:

"Aba Aba Aba~~"

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Chapter completed!