Bazol pedals on the shuttle and moves quickly in the Gobi Desert, while the disc-shaped probe guides the route ahead.

This isn't a tracker specifically for Ink Night, but a device that detects signs of life, and it's a good way to search for targets in places where life is scarce.

It will sound an alarm when it detects any object with signs of life and scan it autonomously.

From the anger at the beginning to the excitement, to the impatience and anxiety now, Bazor lasted an hour, and in this hour, a total of hundreds of members of the skeleton bird were killed one after another.

They were like skeletons hanging in the corridors of the underground palace, suspended in the air by towering earth thorns, revealing hideous and painful twisted faces, their bodies covered with fine wounds, and their bodies were covered with crimson, adding a touch of treachery to the desolate Gobi.

It's easy to see that the way these people die is definitely not going to be pleasant.

Time slowed down, and every minute was a mental test for Bazol, who grew impatient and desperate to get out of the ink night and end the cat-and-mouse game.

Hunting became no longer fun and became torture.

He didn't even notice that hundreds of meters away there was a simulated mechanical mosquito fly following him and watching its every move.

But obviously, Mo Ye had no such plans.

Psychological torture can intensify physical blows, and Mo Ye's teachings of the unscrupulous master are naturally remembered and deeply understood.

The current Bazol is no different from the negative buff, because of the change in mood, both insight and sense of crisis have degraded.

In this regard, Mo Ye expressed great satisfaction.

It's fantastic.

Bazol watched as another life signal broke in the team's channel, understanding that it meant another Skeleton Bird member was dead. His face was gloomy, and black ink could drip out, and the crimson color in his eyes became more and more intense.

"Waste" spat out these two words without emotion, and Bazol continued to rely on the location of the dead members to analyze the traces of Mo Ye.

However, it didn't take long for him to stop, and for a moment two expressions of annoyance and understanding appeared on his face, and his fierce and ferocious countenance looked even more terrifying.

"Space Sage, what an exciting and headache character" Bazol finally stopped, no longer scurrying around like a headless fly.

Mo Ye noticed Bazol's behavior in the dimensional space, and unconsciously hooked the corners of his mouth. Finally got it?

That one was teased. Who the hell is the one who became a headless fly?

Now that the other party has understood, then this hunt can enter the final stage, and it is time to end.

Psychological damage has reached its stated goal. Now it's time for something practical.

Mo Ye's sleepy and lazy eyes appeared in a dark and cold vortex, as if they were about to devour and destroy everything she watched, and if someone looked into her eyes at this time, they would be extremely surprised.

Bazol stopped his pursuit. deliberately and completely exposed himself, he was sure that Mo Ye would definitely appear.

His reasoning was indeed more than half correct. Mo Ye has actually been paying attention to him.

The hunters who hide in the shadows are no longer skeleton bird pirates since Ink Night came to this planet.

"Rustle"

"Rustle"

The sand on the ground trembled slightly, slowly flowing in one direction.

The already cold temperature seemed to drop a few degrees in an instant, and even just breathing was enough to freeze your nose.

The sudden drop in temperature is accompanied by widespread icing on the ground. Snowflakes fell from the sky one by one, and the ice grew wildly upwards to form an icicle cage that surrounded Bazol, and quickly contracted inward from all sides.

"Do you think this little trick will work against me?"

Bazol stood in mid-air with a shuttle. Backhand pulls out the weapon behind his back, something like a bazooka. Slammed into the ground.

"Boom"

The force pierced almost the entire surface of the ice.

With a clicking sound, cracks spread in all directions.

Bazol is a saint-level powerhouse who has broken through physical arts, awakening the power of the fire element, and his attacks are enough to break through and incinerate anyone or anything he wants to destroy.

The black weapon has a faint red vein. The scorching heat erupted, and the icy ground glowed crimson like a hot soldering iron.

Bazol jumped to his feet and threw away the shuttle, and the heat wave rolled.

This punch had the hottest temperature, and the strong impact caused the surrounding energy fluctuations to change greatly, and this instability even affected the stability of the dimensional space.

The unstable dimensional space is inherently susceptible to energy fluctuations and collapse.

Bazol's murderous aura is very heavy, from the teasing at the beginning to the current hatred, the heart of killing is so strong that it can be easily smelled.

This person did not have the bad habit of procrastinating before the war.

The power of the realm immediately burst out.

In Bazoor's opinion, Mo Ye is no different from the nouveau riche, he has just advanced to the Holy Level, and he has too many things to know about the Holy Level, and his combat experience cannot be compared with him, and he has no advantages other than multiple attributes.

It has to be said that he was completely right to think this way and adopt such a combat strategy.

Even after more than a hundred years in Logar, Mo Ye is only about the same age as Bazor's sanctification.

Naturally, there was no other party's combat experience, and his grasp of the energy of the saint-level stage could not be compared.

It has been more than 100 years since Bazol was sanctified.

He has a deep understanding of the power control of the saint level and the display of combat skills.

It's not an exaggeration to say that even though Bazol is a vicious pervert who does all kinds of evil, his fighting style is extremely restrained in his technical flow.

It's just that Bazol's rational thinking is gradually crumbling at this moment.

The Skeleton Bird didn't mean to underestimate Mo Ye at all, although Marcas didn't come in person, but the location they chose, the team they sent and the two senior Sages were definitely the top combat power in the Skull Birds, and they had more than eighty percent chance of winning against any Sage known to the Star Alliance.

But there were surprises.

Ink Night was that accident.

There is no gap between the two-star Magus and the senior but not high-level Abilities in terms of combat power, not to mention that Mo Ye is still a space Magister.

Bazoor's strong coercion, if it had been a few months ago, Mo Ye might have been shocked for a while, but after fighting with the mummy bandage man. Mo Ye felt that after seeing the weights of a true bull fork master, it would be impossible for him to be intimidated by coercion when he saw any sage again.

That kind of hierarchical oppression, although simple and brutal, is the most direct and murderous.

And Bazol is too far behind it, it's like eating shark fin just after eating, and then someone brings a bowl of vermicelli and hands it over, it looks quite similar, but the difference is huge.

Bazol's attacks continued, and the power of the realm was overwhelming, and this was another physical magician who had melted the realm into himself.

The body is the domain. Not once did the use of combat skills intensify, but the power of nature intensified.

The burning sensation of the flames caused the temperature around Moye to rise rapidly.

Mo Ye felt that the magic shield was about to burn. A completely powerful scorching shock.

According to Bazoor's usual fighting habits, he would not blindly attack continuously, especially when facing a sage who could not figure out the details. But for Mo Ye, he has long run out of patience, and only wants to win quickly.

That's the biggest flaw.

You can't take enemies of the same level lightly, and you can't be anxious and lose your rhythm.

If there were an audience here, what they would see would be Bazol's strong attack and complete advantage. And Moye was forced to resist and struggle.

It looks like this is a tough battle to be abused unilaterally.

Bazol thinks so too. Mo Ye's counterattack from time to time seemed to him to be a completely futile struggle, although there was an inexplicable sense of uneasiness in his heart, but the excited brain quickly ignored the sense of disobedience and uneasiness.

Bazol was more excited than usual, but he didn't realize it. I just thought it was because the opponent was different.

Isn't it something to be excited about and show off to be able to take out a sage who is in the limelight?

Heat waves and ice overlap in the air.

While dodging Bazol's attack, Mo Ye carefully observed the other party, and was very satisfied with Bazoor's increasingly wild style of play.

'Demon's Kiss' is a vulgar-looking magical name. But it has an extraordinary effect.

Level 8 Dark Magic, Support Magic. It can bring a negative state to the caster, which is equivalent to the effect of hallucinogen, making it full of confidence, and the effect of this magic has little effect on high-level powerhouses, and it needs to be effective in some specific occasions and situations.

It is also a relatively weak magic in the Luogar Continent, low-level ones can't learn it, and high-level ones don't need to use it.

Mo Ye thinks that there is no garbage magic, only magicians who can't use magic.

For example, now.

Bazol's mood was imperceptibly affected.

The advantage he had was just that Mo Ye wanted him to think so.

'Icing Ice'

Ninth level of ice and fire mixed magic.

Because he was too confident in his dominant position, when the ice blue flame appeared, Bazol was a little unable to react at first, he was in a fighting instinct and confident in himself, and he planned to attack and respond.

Offense instead of defense.

He wants to smash the ink night, completely and positively, so that this rising star of the Star Alliance will die in this place with negative labels such as 'cowardice', 'hypocrisy', 'cowardice', and 'cunning' that can never be washed away.

No one even knew that she was dead, and there was an irrepressible pleasure just thinking about it, and a fierce smile overflowed from Bazol's lips, and there was crazy pleasure in his eyes.

I have to say that the members of the Skeleton Bird Pirates have one thing in common, that is

Psychopath.

Killing is just a means of getting rich for most pirates or mercenaries, and they are happy to save trouble when the two are not in conflict, but for the Skeleton Bird Pirates, killing is born of greed in the heart, but it is also for fun, and it can achieve great pleasure and satisfaction in killing.

The biggest disadvantage of this is that most of the skeleton bird members in battle are unable to maintain true sanity, and are always killing more and more crazy.

Mo Ye just calmly watched as Bazoor's swinging fists dissipated rapidly after they came into contact with the ice flame, and the contrast between the strengths and weaknesses of the two forces was too obvious.

Bazor waited almost dumbfounded, as the sudden ice flames engulfed his entire arm.

Icing, burning from the inside out, the strength of the fire attribute could not resist this unique ice flame, just watching his arm being devoured, and this ice flame continued to spread, reaching the right arm.

Because the speed was so fast, Bazol didn't even feel the pain yet.

He was just shocked.

The attack power effect of this level 9 hybrid magic is beyond the perfection that Mo Ye expected, and it is fantastic.

Bazol almost gritted his teeth and glared at Mo Ye, "You"

You haven't been able to answer the next sentence for a long time, and Mo Ye won't give him this time at all.

The number of ice flames was increasing, flying from all directions, and Bazor wanted to dodge but had no chance.

The spatial confinement prepared by Moye worked.

Although Bazol could only be trapped for a moment, it was completely sufficient.

At the same time, blood-colored thorns began to grow, seizing the opportunity to wrap around Bazol's ankle.

"Ahh

This was Bazol's first cry of pain.

He tried his best to stop the ice flames from spreading on his body, but with little effect, the fire attribute qi was almost useless when it encountered the ice flames.

This is a complete suppression of attributes.

Bazol's whole body was in a boiling and burning temperature, but his body felt the extreme cold, which was the most painful ice and fire he had ever experienced in his life.

What's even more terrifying is the sting from the soul, his past killing behavior is constantly replaying in his mind like a movie, but this time not only does it not have pleasure but also brings unspeakable pain, his perspective is changed to the victim, those cruel killing methods continue to be repeated on his body, and the pain is doubled.

Bazol didn't understand why this was the case, it was clear that he was the one who dominated the battle, he was the one who had always had the advantage, but in just a moment, Mo Ye easily reversed the victory and defeat.

He was unwilling, but he couldn't do anything, because the body is a field, and when his body is contributed, it also means that the power of this field can no longer be exerted.

Finished

I want to die, but I can't make my own decisions.

If Mo Ye used this trick at the beginning, Bazol wouldn't have fallen into passivity like this, but now, it's too late to regret it.

Mo Ye just stood quietly and watched Bazol struggle, watching his life pass little by little, frantically cursing and pleading, and then she took out a bottle of spiritual power potion in the other party's crimson gaze, inserted it into a straw and inhaled slowly, sighing lightly.

It's not easy to take out a Sage.

And thanks to the fact that the other party is an out-and-out pervert.

Mo Ye bit the straw and silently thought in his heart, there is one last one. (To be continued)

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