Cliff

After the intense spell exchange lasted for more than ten breaths, Heath flashed and appeared in front of the oil painting in an instant. He raised the sword in his hand and slashed at the oil painting.

"Sword Wind!"

With a low roar from Heath, the sound of wind breaking could be heard. Then, the entire corridor was filled with numerous wind blades that filled the entire corridor.

With the wind blades in the air, Heath's greatsword pounced on the oil painting.

In the oil painting, the mustached man hurriedly waved his dagger to summon magic to resist. However, compared to the large number of wind blades summoned by the Sword Wind, the spells summoned by the mustached man were like a drop in the bucket... As soon as the two sides came into contact, they quickly collapsed. In just a few breaths' time, there were only a few of them left.