Three circles of light appeared on each end of the spear, each with dark red, dark gold, and dark orange, all of which were nine-ring spells.

Call of the Underworld: Prelude to Death!

A hundred ghosts cry at night, the world is absolutely sound!

Grave Paradise: Mourning Remnant!

The sharp spear swept away, bringing up the three-color bleak wind, and listening to the music of the dead soul in the ears of the night.

From the overture to the final sound, and the end continues with the remnant, the Pope of Death is shrouded in a rich air of death.

The black and gray intertwined death air contains a trace of vitality, death is not stiff, but also brings out a terrifying majesty that is chilling to the bone, and the souls of those who died tragically at the hands of the Pope cannot be detached, struggling in perdition.

The overture summons a deeper netherworld from the underworld to cleanse the spearhead;

The wandering Hundred Ghosts spiraled around the dead air, and the 'Death Scream' delivered a terrifying, high-pitched scream, the unreborn soul crying, cursing, and squeezing out corrosive toxins that were more terrible than resentment.

These three nine-ring spells are still essentially in the service of melee combat, and the final remnant lights up the coordinates, using the tip of the spear as a medium, respectively connecting to the channel that transmits power and the target that outputs energy, with a maximum attack radius of 200 feet, once locked, it will be tracked and bitten until death.

Launched at close range, Cangye jumped to the edge of the battlefield through his wand on the spot, but the moment he stepped out of the void, he only heard the miserable howl of a hundred ghosts crying all around, with a sorrow to the extreme, a curse containing resentment to the top, the sound entered his ears, and the eye of truth suddenly saw that the three-colored bleak wind spread from the spiritual world, trying to restrain the giant sword projection he had turned into in this world.

The [Swordsman's Domain] erupted again, and the sword qi rushed back again to force back the 'Children of Fear' who tried to besiege them.

This time, the four 'Children of Fear' were prepared, but the reaction speed of the super brain was far from being comparable to that of a few half-undead, and under the change of several attacks, the attacker was still hit, even the strongest 'Death Pope' Elliot also suffered three critical hits in a row, and 10% of his health had been forcibly cut under the sword qi stab.

"Arthurodis!"

Elliot let out a hoarse roar, and in the blink of an eye the night felt a suffocating pressure approaching.

The moment the dimensional wand was activated, the surrounding space rippled densely, the passage was disturbed, and the coordinates that had been distorted were seen under the 'Eye of Truth'.

The Art of Influencing Space - Imprisoning the Chapter!

The 'Poetry of Hell' played a magical sound, and the energy and material realms briefly intersected, and this battlefield was instantly reduced to a point of contact between the two realms.

The Tower of the Conjuring Soul burst into large cracks overnight, and it was in a crumbling state at any time.

Nightly manipulated the giant sword to intercept the 'Demon General' who was chasing after him with one move, but then, countless tentacles extended out of the void, trying to approach and bind him from behind.

The sound of the magic flute gradually approached, and the hoarse, deep voice was like a call from the abyss, and the hollow valley sounded, like a ghost asking for his life, approaching step by step.

The Art of Bonding Life - Wild Hunt Overture!

The impassioned magic sound simultaneously hooked the three worlds of matter, spirit, and energy, and the illusory tentacles were born from the spiritual realm and extended to the energy realm to be given the rudimentary form of the entity, truly manifesting in the material realm, chasing the night.

With the ability of the [Heist Nets Killing Array], the cooldown time of the [Swordsman's Domain] has been reduced to 30% each time, but there are still dozens of minutes, and during this time, Cangye has to dodge the pursuing tentacles in high-speed movement.

The Pope of Death is like a cold poisonous snake, hidden and silent, and Charlotte, the 'Poetry of Hell', manipulates two different magical sounds at the same time, gradually oppressing the living space of the night.

The dragon's scales, the 'Plaguebringer', and the 'Despair' black knives danced in a row, bursting out with a lotus-leaf-like sword aura to confront the demonic sound, but after the 'Fire Worshipper' recklessly urged the fire of death, the night was gradually forced into a desperate situation.

The flames from countless unjust souls entangled Miyin's body, shrouded in a heavy gray and white light like bones, and the dead gray flames transformed into a high purple-black flame in the palms of both hands, and the deep color symbolized the most desperate sinking.

Death Prayer: Sinking Fire!

The two children of fear launched the fiercest attack on the night while shaking the magic array.

Freed from the shackles, Cangye was only left with defensive skills for a short time, and quickly chanted a spell in his mouth, calming the restless necromancer, and pushing the effect of the Soul Tower to the limit.

The rebellion of death was suppressed again, and the Black Knife of the Night's Imperial Envoy pushed away the 'Fire Worshippers' and the 'Poetry of Hell' step by step, but the Demon General, who did not care about any damage he suffered, rushed straight forward, his body was already covered with mottled and intertwined sword marks, and several wounds even directly penetrated this huge body, however, the numb nerves still supported it to come to the front of the Night.

At the same time, fighting against the four epic professions still makes Cangye feel unprecedented pressure.

With the 'black knife' in hand, the [Remnant Phoenix Sunset] was swung out in one go.

The phoenix sword shadow gathered and dispersed several times, often returning, adding new scars to Arthurodis's body again.

However, then, the demon general seemed to have forgotten the pain, and the severely injured limbs stretched out, and suddenly tied up the night, allowing the sword qi to be indifferent to any strangulation.

In this state, the Soul Tower erupted into a miserable green pillar of light that rushed into the sky, and the scattered smoke cloud added a lot of pressure to the four 'Children of Fear', but the body of the Soul Tower still manifested many new cracks.

All that remained was the continuous staggered slashing sound of sword qi, but after a brief riot, there was a long silence until a somber laugh broke the dead silence.

"Stranger, you're done!"

The Pope of Death swung his withered arms and threw forward with the Grim Reaper's Scream.

At the end, a gray vortex sent a steady stream of energy, and the gray-white energy swam along the body of the spear in a spiral, and at the top of the spear tip, a light rune jumped and flickered, instantly projected on the forehead of the night.

In an instant, the night only saw a burst of bright light flashing, in the haze, there was a terrible and piercing ghost cry in the ears, the eyes were pitch black, I couldn't make a sound, my body couldn't move, my spirit couldn't feel any abnormality, the nerves tended to die, and any touch and pain had been far away from me.

It's like death.

The magic sound of the three-colored bleak wind intertwined with destruction, and the locked night was forced to activate the lethal verdict when it was locked.

Ignore any defenses and inflict the pain of death on the enemy.

In order to capture this difficult prey, the other three children of fear worked closely together, and even the demon general was exposed to the sharp edge of the 'Death Scream', bearing the same pain as the night.

At the end of the attack, only two figures were left on the field, each with different degrees of ashing of their limbs.

At the cost of one left hand, Cangye passed the judgment with difficulty, and when the three parties were surprised, the dimensional wand teleported into his hand, and the colorful blue magic light burst out in an instant.

The Ten Rings spell, which is comparable to the Iliad, only exists in the legendary King of Spells, and explodes in an instant!