The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 3681

No one replied, because no one knew if this kind-looking middle-aged man was actually a ruthless person.

No one wanted to say the wrong thing and end up dead.

The middle-aged man continued, "The second floor requires you to survive the war in the murals. The longer you

persist, the greater your chance of surviving!"

As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, Philip saw a huge mural on the ceiling of the second floor.

The moment he saw the mural, Philip raised his guard and activated the River Burial Illusion.

Only this time, the River Burial Illusion did not wake Philip up from the mural world.

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He vaguely felt a magic circle launching from under his feet, and he entered the mural world the next second.

Before he entered, he clearly felt that the middle-aged man seemed to have cast a glimmer of light on everyone

before they entered the mural. Moreover, Philip clearly felt that the light was actually draining the energy from his

body.

Philip immediately understood that the mural world was probably just a magic circle cast by the middle- aged man.

The reason why this middle-aged man sent his people to capture outsiders every year was probably related to his

practice method.

If the only way for this middle-aged man to improve his practice level was to absorb the energy of others, it would

not be surprising if he had to capture so many people and bring them inside. However, Philip had no chance to

expose the middle-aged man's true colors now. That was because Philip was already in the mural world.

At this time, he was dressed in armor and held a steel sword and shield in his hand like a soldier.

In front of him were countless soldiers in the same armor.

Philip tried his best to mobilize the energy in his body. Although not much, he could still mobilize part of the energy.

This energy was enough for Philip to persist in this mural world long enough.

Philip's steel sword was covered in a layer of red-white flames, and he rushed into the mob of enemies, swinging his

sword continuously.

Blood sprayed before his eyes. With every swing of his sword, he could take away a person's life. The red- white

flame was a deadlier weapon.

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Anyone who touched Philip's steel sword would turn into a fireball. Philip's eyes were covered under a layer of red

as if he was lost in this endless killing.

Suddenly, Philip felt a chill in his heart.

Under this stimulation, Philip's uncontrollable killing intent subsided just barely. That chill came from the heart of the

merman king.

Philip returned to his senses. He did not expect that the damaged merman's heart, which had integrated with the

source of life, would actually play a role at this time. If not for this merman's heart, he might be lost here forever.

At this time, the appearance of the so-called mural world also changed in Philip's eyes.

There was no armor on his body, and scarecrows that looked like puppets stood in front of him. However, the

others were still immersed in their killing spree.