Wizard: I have an inventory

On the ruins and wreckage scattered everywhere. Ryan's eyes were fixed on the sky, his heart beating rapidly with every sound of the retreating enemy.

His figure was deeply hidden under a collapsed carriage wreckage, surrounded by broken wooden boards and flying iron pieces. These abandoned trophies surrounded him like a prey waiting to be hunted.

The wooden frame of the carriage has been completely deformed. The originally gorgeous carriage has now become dilapidated. The axles are broken, the carriages are scattered, and only a mess of ruins is left on the empty ground.

Ryan huddled tightly at the bottom of a damaged carriage, his black robe blending into the darkness. He held his breath and carefully observed the distance. The first-level wizard White had begun to fly away from the battlefield.

But Ryan knew that he couldn't hide for long, because the afterimage spell created using shadow elements could only last three minutes.

"Equip [Vampire Bloodline Essence]."

This was his only hope. After all, no one could have imagined that a first-level wizard who graduated from the White Wizard Academy would be so shameless as to arrest a pharmacist himself.

Don't worry about any vision happening now, White will find him sooner or later!

Ryan stood in the desolate valley, and the air around him seemed to be distorted by an invisible pressure. The night is getting darker and darker, the sky is covered with dark clouds, and the moonlight is like a thin veil, which can only vaguely illuminate the surroundings.

At this moment, a suffocating aura began to surge around Ryan's body, as if some ancient and powerful power was quietly awakening.

He had just completed the fusion of [Vampire Bloodline Essence]. That power did not come from his own practice, but the Bloodline Prince-level bloodline essence.

At this moment, he felt that every inch of muscle and every drop of blood in his body was filled with that weird power. The torrent of blood surged through his body, giving him unprecedented strength and speed, as if every cell was throbbing, announcing his existence to the world.

With the fusion of blood power, Ryan's eyes gradually turned blood red, like two scarlet stars in the dark night. His eyes were no longer human pupils, but deep blood-colored amber, shining with a coldness and nobility that transcended ordinary people.

There is only a slight resemblance to the original self. The most important thing is that his temperament has changed drastically. There is no restraint at all, but unbridled arrogance.

Every time his gaze swept across, the surrounding air seemed to begin to twist slightly, unable to withstand the pressure in his eyes.

He raised a hand and felt the power surge in his palm. That kind of power cannot be described in any conventional way. It is far beyond his imagination and will almost crush the entire world.

Ryan took a deep breath and felt the improvement brought by the blood essence. The magic power and power in his body increased at an almost uncontrollable speed. Every blood vessel is boiling, every muscle is expanding, and the speed and strength are far beyond any of his previous states.

"I can do it." Ryan whispered, his voice low and powerful, as if the earth could shake.

"Boom!"

He closed his eyes and jumped up suddenly. The ground beneath his feet shook violently under his explosion, and the surrounding rocks were blown away like toys. At that moment, he seemed to become the master of the night, and everything was under his control.

He felt that he had the power to destroy everything, and the hills were nothing more than an insignificant obstacle in front of him.

Ryan punched out without hesitation, and his fist quickly condensed a strong bloody light, flashing with heart-stopping power. The air exploded in front of his fist, and the surrounding rocks suddenly shattered into powder. A huge shock wave emitted from the fist, and the roar was like thunder, shaking the entire earth.

The power brought by that punch seemed to be able to shatter the entire hill. Rocks on the hillside began to roll down, and an old tree in the valley was uprooted by the shock.

Look at this power, which is at least the strongest level among first-order spells!

Ryan stood there, his eyes like daggers, and there was no emotion in his blood-red eyes, only the complete control of his power.

His heartbeat became strong and steady, and every breath seemed to drive the rhythm of nature. Endless power and speed flowed through his body, and Ryan knew that he was no longer the ordinary wizard apprentice he once was.

The bloodline of the blood clan prince gave him new life and strength, allowing him to stand at a whole new level.

"This is my true power."

Ryan whispered, his voice seemed to come from the abyss, full of endless coldness and determination.

As he jumped up, his blood wings flashed on his back, and his figure soared into the sky like a beast, cutting through the tranquility of the night. Every time he flapped his blood wings, the friction in the air was as deafening as thunder, and the swiftly passing wind created deep cracks. The dust on the ground scattered along the trajectory of his flight, leaving behind countless afterimages.

Ryan's speed was astonishing, his flying trajectory was like a bloody lightning, and he instantly caught up with Wizard White who was far ahead. White's figure swayed slightly in the distance. When he turned around, he saw a bloody gust of wind sweeping over, like the god of death coming.

"You can't escape." Ryan's voice sounded like it was coming from the abyss of hell, low and cold.

Wizard White was shocked and immediately felt the danger coming from behind. Although his innate spell was automatically triggered, the metal defense field in front of him instantly unfolded, forming an indestructible metal barrier.

However, this defensive wall seemed insignificant in front of Ryan. Ryan's eyes were blood red, with a sneer in his eyes. He raised his hand and waved, driving a powerful airflow towards him.

In an instant, the metal defensive stance was torn to pieces, and even the strongest metal collapsed into pieces in front of Ryan's power, like paper.

Ryan's palms were like iron pliers, suddenly grabbing White's shoulders and pulling him to the ground. The air shook violently. Before White could react, he was overwhelmed by this powerful force. His whole body fell to the ground like a kite with its string broken.

"Bang!"

White's back hit the ground with a dull sound, and his limbs scattered like broken puppets. Ryan landed lightly, folded his blood wings, and stood beside White, like a god of death in the night. His eyes were fixed on White's body, and a cold smile appeared on his face.

White raised his head with difficulty, his face was covered with dust and blood, and his eyes were filled with fear and pleading. He gritted his teeth and tried to get up from the ground. His body trembled under Ryan's pressure, and his tone was urgent and with a hint of panic:

"Sir! Sir, please listen to my explanation. There must be some misunderstanding!" White gasped, his whole body shrouded in intense fear, "I am a graduate of Bronze Academy! I... I am a wizard of Bronze Academy ! My dean is a level two wizard! You can’t do this to me! We can talk!”

Ryan didn't answer immediately and walked towards White slowly. The silence was almost suffocating. White gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and continued to speak loudly:

"You...don't you know who I am? My dean is the second-level wizard Alco Desir! He has connections and influence in the entire south coast wizarding world! If you treat me like this, you will definitely get into trouble. Big trouble! I can...I can do anything for you! Please, let me go!"

However, there was no trace of emotion on Ryan's face. His footsteps were still ruthless, gradually approaching until his boots stepped on White's back. White suddenly felt a suffocating pressure that made him almost unable to breathe. He struggled painfully but could not move at all.

Ryan lowered his head, his eyes as sharp as razor blades. He stepped down gently, and his voice was cold and clear: "Chrysanthemum Academy? Level 2 Wizard? To me, these are not worth mentioning."

His voice seemed to be devoid of any emotion, but it was filled with extreme pressure, as if White's soul was being pushed into the abyss. Ryan bent slightly and looked down at White who was kneeling on the ground. There was no pity in his eyes, only absolute control of power.

"You're not the person I'm looking for," Ryan whispered, his tone sounding like judgment, "I just happen to dislike you."

A trace of despair flashed in White's eyes, and his begging for mercy had no meaning.

Under the suppression of the blood aura, he couldn't even release a first-level spell!

Ryan stopped talking and just stepped on White's limbs. Then with a light stroke, the head was spinning on the ground like a bowling ball.