Ted’s face was pale as profuse sweat streamed down his body. When Alex dragged him back, the distressed Ted said, “This brute is too cunning. She could even spit knives from her mouth and yet she was putting up a pretense all this while! I was too careless, I almost... I almost died!”

Alex immediately pointed him on the shoulder twice to stop his bleeding by pouring in the lightning-attributed Chi.

Ted cried, “I thought I’d be able to reach Intermediate-Mystic rank soon, but I didn’t expect that my hand would be severed now. I can give up on this completely, it’s hopeless.”

Alex looked at him.

He felt as if Intermediate-Mystic rank was something from a long time ago.

However, in reality, he was at Intermediate-Mystic rank just half a year ago. He only reached the current state because his cultivation improved too quickly coupled with all kinds of chance encounters and resource plundering. It was a process that could not be replicated.

On the other hand, Dorothy was not part