Versatile Mage: Evolving from the One-eyed Wolf

Seeing this, Xizhe's face was as gloomy as ink. His hands danced quickly, as fast as lightning, and he muttered something. The ancient and obscure spells echoed in the air.

In an instant, a dazzling holy light shield was formed in front of him. On the shield, divine patterns shone. Each pattern contained a mysterious and powerful sacred power, exuding a sacred and solemn atmosphere, like the gate of heaven descending on the earth, indestructibly resisting Mo Fan's fierce fire magic.

Holy Soul Knight Norman seized the opportunity, his figure flashed like a ghost, and instantly crossed the distance between him and the crowd. He was agile, like a god of war, and shook the spear in his hand. The tip of the spear burst into a dazzling silver cold light. The cold light contained a powerful soul power, which instantly turned into several extremely sharp spear shadows, piercing the camp of the defection faction like a meteor chasing the moon.

Each gun shadow was like a materialized soul blade. Wherever it passed, the space was mercilessly torn into tiny black gaps, as if it was a void channel forcibly opened up by this extremely powerful force. The souls of the defecting magicians covered by the gun shadows seemed to be grasped by an invisible, destructive hand. Their faces showed pain, and their bodies trembled violently involuntarily, as if they were enduring the pain of their souls being torn apart.

At the same time, other members of both sides also attacked at the same moment. The head of the Chinese army had a falcon-like look, staring at Mu Rong and the ancestor of the Mu family, two traitors who sold out their country for glory. The white flame of nothingness in his body burst out, and the whole person instantly turned into a vigorous white light, the light was dazzling, and he rushed towards the target with the momentum of destroying everything like a burning meteor.

Wherever the white flame passed, the space was burned with shocking black marks, and the sky and the earth were eclipsed, as if they were hideous scars after being ruthlessly eroded by the power of nothingness, emitting a terrifying breath that made people's heart palpitate, as if even the space would collapse under this force.

The face of the Mu ancestor suddenly changed, and a look of fear flashed across his eyes. He quickly closed his hands in front of him, and his ten fingers danced like flying. A layer of darkness that was so thick that it was almost materialized instantly covered the sky with him as the center, and the battlefield suddenly fell into a pitch-black darkness where one could not see one's hand in front of one's face.

In the endless darkness, black energy gathered like a black python, quickly forming an infinite dark wall.

On the dark wall, there were extremely strange dark patterns flashing, and each dark pattern seemed to be an evil curse from the bottom of the abyss. These dark walls were stacked and closely connected, like an indestructible fortress, but they could not resist the fierce attack of Hua Junshou. The dark walls were swallowed up by the white flames of nothingness bit by bit, and were dotted with stars.

Mu Rong was about to step forward to help the ancestor of the Mu family, but Hua Junshou's adjutant blocked him like a door god. The two of them were both ice-type forbidden spells. In an instant, the icy air spread like a surging cold wave, and the temperature between the world dropped sharply, as if they had instantly entered the extreme south ice world.

The water vapor in the air quickly condensed into ice crystals in this extreme cold, and fell like fine snowflakes, forming an extremely majestic and rock-hard magnificent iceberg between the two!

The iceberg towered into the clouds, its surface was as smooth as a mirror, shining with a cold and piercing blue light. Each ice ridge was like a deadly blade carefully carved by the gods, emitting a chill that could freeze the soul, as if it was a natural barrier that separated Mu Rong from the battlefield.

On the other side, Ares and Hua Lisi, two Holy Soul Knights, also targeted the remaining two forbidden spell mages of the Asian Magic Association. The battle was about to break out, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

Ares' muscles were tense, like a super volcano about to erupt, and each muscle contained the power to destroy everything in the world.

He raised his head and roared, the sound waves rolled, as if it could shatter the sky, and wherever the sound waves went, the air was shaken to layers of visible ripples, and then rushed towards one of the forbidden spell mages.

During the run, the ground cracked wherever he passed, and the cracks spread rapidly like a spider web, as if the earth could not withstand his extremely violent power, and uttered painful groans.

Seeing this, the Forbidden Spell Master's face changed slightly, and his hands quickly danced in front of him, and a yellowish-brown shield appeared instantly. On the shield, the earth veins surged, flashing with heavy light, as if carrying the will of the earth.

However, Ares's power was too strong. He jumped high, clenched his fists, and smashed the shield like a falling meteor. In an instant, there was a loud bang, and the shield shattered like fragile glass, and the fragments flew everywhere. The Forbidden Spell Master was shocked by this powerful force and retreated repeatedly. His face was pale, and his eyes were full of shock and fear. These Holy Soul Knights of Parthenon were actually melee mages!

Hua Lisi's eyes were as sharp as a hawk, and she locked onto another Forbidden Spell Master. The runes on the long sword in her hand shone brightly, and sharp sword energy shot out like lightning in an instant. The speed was so fast that it made a sharp sizzling sound when it cut through the air, as if the space was torn apart by this powerful force.

These sword energies seemed to have life and spirituality, intertwining and entwining in the air, quickly forming an extremely tight sword net. The runes on the sword net flickered, and the light was dazzling, covering the forbidden spell mage, as if to trap him in this death net.

The forbidden spell mage did not dare to be careless, and hurriedly waved the staff made of ancient skulls in his hand, and a curtain made of thousands of ghosts slowly rose in front of him.

The curtain was a dark green, with ghostly air lingering on it. There were faint screams, as if it was a collection of resentment from the Nine Nether Hell, exuding a creepy atmosphere.

The ghosts were waving their claws and teeth in various shapes. Some had hideous and twisted faces, while others were erratic. They kept shuttling and twisting in the air, colliding fiercely with Hua Lisi's sword net. For a moment, the howling of ghosts and wolves and the whistling of sword energy intertwined and resounded throughout the battlefield.

Elsewhere on the battlefield, the battle also entered a white-hot stage. The remaining members of the independent and defecting factions all used all their skills, and the magic lights intertwined and flickered like colorful but deadly fireworks. The shouts of killing were deafening, as if they were going to overturn the sky.

The neutral faction stood far away from the battlefield, quietly watching this tragic scene. Their faces were filled with solemnity. With so many forbidden spells, reversals, and super-classes wantonly venting their destructive power, after today, this land within a hundred miles will no longer be suitable for living things to survive. Even the undead will spurn such a place.

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