Ephilar felt that the psionic blood in her body was boiling, burning her veins and internal organs, and she felt that she could do anything, and she could move mountains and seas at her fingertips.

The silver-haired witch held out a finger, and the plasticine monster she was pointing at seemed to have been crushed into a puddle of flesh from above by an invisible, giant finger.

She blew a breath, and a flock of corrupt crows that fell from the sky turned into ice sculptures in mid-air, falling to the ground and blasting into ice slag.

Knowing that the consequences of this would be serious, she forced herself to calm down, the psionic energy here was not normally active, and she was afraid that she would be immersed in the pleasure of power and would eventually become a puppet of Chaos.

But the war around her forced her to wield her devastating combat power.

An elven warrior was instantly drowned in the horde of monsters after an arm was bitten off by a monster, but the witch pushed forward with both hands and sent all the monsters there flying, giving Alex a chance to drag the injured elf back to the center of the group.

"A flock of corrupted crows ahead, thirty meters!" An elven ranger only had time to warn once before he was struck by four corrupted crows and blown to pieces.

The silver-haired witch changed the gravity around the flock of corrupted crows, and she felt her brain boil.

The flock of corrupted crows fell instantly, one by one to the ground, struggling to advance on the ground like a dodo.

Ranger Alex spent all his time shooting them to the ground with his bow and arrows, constantly causing small explosions again and again.

He uses his power as much as he can, allowing the Corrupt Raven's explosion to splash into other monsters, relieving the pressure on others.

Master Druidgast looked a little sluggish after firing that ray.

Reciting a spell that no one understood, he slit his wrist with a sharp knife and shoved a blood-red plant seed into his wound.

It was something he had learned from a shaman, and Gast had never thought he would ever have a chance to use it in his life.

But in this polluted land, as a druid, he could not gain the slightest strength, and even as he went deeper, the ground under his feet and the surrounding environment repelled him.

Everyone can feel this situation vaguely, but as a druid, Master Gast feels it most strongly.

He felt like he was walking on a land full of life, but every inch of ground beneath his feet, every breath of air he breathed repelled his presence.

Even in the distant forbidden area of life, the Desert of Death, Gast has never encountered such a hostile natural environment.

"Nourish you with my blood, feed you with my flesh and blood, shape you with my soul." A large number of slender vines spread from the druid's wounds.

The vine is as tough as wire, with no branches or leaves, and as the vine spreads, a large number of spikes appear on the surface of the vine.

"Dominate you with my will, restrain you with my thoughts, and accompany you with my heart." With the incantation recited by Master Gast, the vine stretched its body and engulfed an unknown mutated creature.

As the druid-controlled plants shrank, the vines strangled into the mutated creature's body, breaking the entire monster into four.

"Thanks, druid!" Karui spat out a mouthful of blood foam and grinned at Gast, "If you can go back alive this time, I'll invite you to drink!" ”

Master Gast smiled and shook his head, but did not speak, and the plants in the manipulator's body attacked the other monsters.

The situation here was much worse than expected, and the Ring of Pastoral Trees was clearly not prepared for it, believing that it was nothing more than an accidental Chaos Erosion event.

But Gast now knows that this is an invasion, a massive invasion from Chaos, and their goal is clear, to create a new Chaos Fall Zone in this world once again.

I'm afraid there will never be anyone in this land who will be able to drink in a tavern again.

"I must cut ties with psionic powers!" The silver-haired witch's words made the situation on the battlefield even worse: "Unless you want to see a new Chaos Rift appear here!" ”

Before he slipped into the abyss, Ephilar was awakened by a picture in his mind, and with unparalleled willpower, he cut off the psychic energy that bewitched him.

It was a huge smiling face, hanging from a high cliff, silently mocking at the constant onslaught of the waves.

The smiling face was sewn from the skins of ninety-nine clerical nuns, and it was another satisfying work of the Chaos Demon, and the soul of each nun was imprisoned in her own face.

It was a mockery of the Chaos Lord's attempts to control mortals, and the clerical nuns of the Templar Monastery had been toyed with by the damned Chaos Demon all along.

The silver-haired witch slowly fell to the ground, and the spiritual energy in her body was still surging, constantly impacting her consciousness, as if a voice was constantly nagging in her brain-

"You can do it, you just need to blink an eye to save them."

"Why not use your power to eradicate evil? These disgusting beings don't deserve to live in this world, you can. ”

The moment Ephilar stopped his spell support, another elven ranger was dragged deep into the forest by the enemy in the shadows, his bones shattered and the sound of blood spraying was chilling.

Eferal subconsciously stretched out his hand, but Alex pulled it over and lowered the witch's head, and a corrupted raven flew over the two of them and crashed into the trunk of a tree.

A loud explosion rang in the ears of both people.

"Are you crazy?" The ranger spat out the sawdust from his mouth and looked at the stupid silver-haired witch: "Don't be stunned, are you burned by magic?" ”

Karui and another berserker stand back-to-back, creating enough safety zone for the druid to give him a chance to inflict more damage with the plants in his body.

As Master Gast's life passed, the tenacious vine had grown to more than five meters long, successfully replacing the gap left by the witch.

"How long can you hold out, old man?" Karui asked, looking at the druid's pale lips.

"It's definitely longer than yours." Gast laughed as he watched the berserker stained red with his own blood, and manipulated the vines to drag an injured elven ranger back from the ground.

"Legolas, you can go first with someone who can still walk!" The druid shouted, "I'll take care of the break!" ”

"Get out of the way!" The voice of the demon hunter lifted everyone's spirits.