The three casters teamed up to hold up a massive spell shield to meet the lightning that continued to fall.

The huge heavy pressure pressed the spell shield from mid-air, and the three spellcasters had to raise their hands and continuously inject mana to desperately maintain the integrity of the spell shield. Just the heat transmitted through the shield had already burned their hands black, but fortunately, the three spellcasters were all undead, so they didn't care about it, otherwise the human mage would have fallen to the ground with a wail.

It's not that they're too weak, it's that in order to protect the many companions hiding by their side, they have to desperately extend their spell shields. This undoubtedly attracted them to more attacks, but saved their companions.

As for those who hold their heads and bow down to protect themselves, they have become the hardest hit areas. Successive lightning bolts struck them, scorching everywhere they fell, and then the flesh exploded, revealing the dark bones and sinew within.

The only one who seemed to be at ease was Skeletron, holding up a huge skull shield with one hand, and each lightning bolt that fell on it only rippled like water, but it could not damage it in the slightest. The hideous skull in the center of the shield even opened its mouth, constantly devouring the falling thunder, and at a glance it knew that it was an excellent magic item, and the shadow dwarf assassin Oro, who had been stealth and spied on, seized the opportunity and immediately transformed from the shadows on the side of the ghost lord. So in the boundless darkness, there seemed to be an extremely faint shadow flickering back and forth, running around the ghost lord at high speed.

The Ghost Lord in the spell guidance stage screamed worse than the undead who were being slashed below, but he could only hold this stiff position for 5 seconds before he could escape. When the Ghost Lord passed the spell channeling phase and began to fight a guerrilla war with Oro, the damage taken plummeted. However, one knife for a quick lightning, the shadow dwarf assassin Oro still fought against the continuous lightning bombardment and played with the ghost lord to exchange injuries.

The undead outside the arena couldn't see the battle in the shadows at all, and could only feel its terrifying lethality from the faint sharp whistling and the cool breeze passing across their faces.

Skeletron's body froze, and suddenly flashed to the side, and at the same time lifted the white bone shield to protect half of his body. The moment he flashed, several black shadows swept past where he had been standing, splashing large sparks, and then leaving deep ravines on the floor and stone pillars.

Two translucent bodies chased through the air like lightning, flashing from one clearing to another, and the dense stone pillars were not an obstacle to them at all, but the best shield for them to dodge enemy attacks.

What seemed like a very short chase left both sides hurt.

Oro's dwarfed and agile figure spun sharply in the air, barely pausing for a moment, and dozens of black-purple fine scars dyed the ghost lord into large pieces of black jade, flickering in the air.

A teleportation flashed into the distance, freeing him from Oro's entanglement, and the Ghost Lord was able to deal with his injuries. It has extremely high physical attack immunity, and it will not be damaged, but once it is damaged, it means a huge amount of spell damage. The shadow power attached to the Shadow Gnome Assassin's attack wriggled and struggled through its dense wounds, and many fine body fragments detached from its body, and the stars dissolved into the void sky.

These injuries are real hard losses, and the defective body can no longer be repaired by the transformation of the virtual and the real, but can only be repaired little by little through the long years.

Oro slid out of the void at Skeletron's side, staggering to his feet, allowing his companions to see the blackened bandages of broken runes around him. For an Assassin who lived on swiftness and assassination, it was not their specialty.

With the anger of detachment, the ghost lord glared at the scene of the shattered thunder with a red soul fire. The vast majority of the enemy was intact, and even the slightest limb damage did not affect the combat effectiveness, and the only result was probably the few charred corpses on the ground......

Before the ghost lord could feel complacent, the corpses that had been charred jumped up again.

Ignoring the constant crackling and slight explosion sounds, several ugly-looking undead began to move their miserable bodies, and each piece of flesh that was growing rapidly seemed to have a life of its own, and began to squirm wildly. The bones of the limbs were rattled, and the withered and scorched skin on the body fell straight down, revealing the thick wire-like muscle lines of bright red color and tangled muscles inside.

Perhaps because of the excessive blood loss just now, only a thin layer of blood oozed from these new meats, and then they kept spilling out of oil, and slowly coagulated, and finally transformed into a layer of soft new skin in a faint black gas. The new skin is only left in the air for a few seconds, and then gradually dehydrates and dries, blackens and darkens, and finally forms a cuticle that is black, shiny, and hard, comparable to hard leather armor.

The process of flesh regeneration is extremely painful, and it also requires the loss of a large amount of energy in the body, so these suffering undead grinned fiercely at the ghost lord floating in the air 60 meters away, and let out a low roar similar to that of a beast.

After staying in the cemetery for a long time, it was a little slippery, but the baptism of this lightning storm once again inspired the tyranny and cruelty that was deeply imprinted in their souls.

A few melee undead who had just recovered from the Great Creation erupted with far more ferocity than before, smiling and slowly dispersing, pressing towards the Ghost Lord again.

The real battle is only now begin!

Three dark shadows also emerged from the depths of the stone forest, arranged in zigzag shapes around the Ghost Lord, and around each shadow were electric snakes dancing and crackling.

Skeletron and the other undead flickered from behind the stone pillars, scattering in a larger area, each clenching their weapons and letting out long hiss of excitement from time to time. The 3 casters now have familiar melee undead around them, and I believe that with their sustenance, it will be much more difficult for the Ghost Lord to make a surprise attack.

The first to go to war is still the caster.

Of the 3 casters, 2 Bone Skull Mages focused on offensive spells such as Shadow Arrows and Acid Arrows, while the remaining elite Corpse Witch cast a Shadow Blessing with all his might, attaching Shadow Attacks to all of his weapons. The Ghost Lord did not move, and the three shadow clones surrounding him on the outside activated a fine power grid, isolating a low-level spell below the 4th order.

This is not a spell invalidation enchantment, but a purely electric spell application, which uses the ubiquitous charge induction to destroy the internal stable structure of a spell passing nearby, causing it to disintegrate on its own. With this hand alone, you can know the ghost lord's profound attainments in electric spells.

"Whew" a shrill howl.

The inner circle of ghouls, ghouls, and mummies swarmed up, jumping high and low, and weapons of different styles rushed to the shadow clones on the periphery from different angles.

The cemetery mercenaries are now wearing more or less a variety of spell equipment, not only the magic resistance of the physical body has increased, but also some strange stress spells can suddenly emerge during the battle, either fireballs or ice arrows, which are difficult to guard against.

Just when they were entangled with the 3 shadow clones, the green-haired zombie Moros and Skeletron and other bigwigs had already surrounded the ghost lord, and they were also in full swing. Compared to other undead attacks, the Ghost Lord is more afraid of the Bone Greatsword in Skeletron's hands. It only took a moment, and it let it teleport out with a miserable howl, never daring to approach Skeletron again.

At that moment just now, the part of the ghost lord's body that was slashed by the white bone sword directly disappeared, as if the great sword had infinite suction power, and even the void physique of the spirit body could be directly absorbed into it. The Ghost Lord took the time to examine himself and found that not only was his body missing, but even his soul had been lost.

This discovery shocked it inexplicably. The soul is the only way for a spirit to survive, and if it is damaged, it cannot be restored by time alone.

With this understanding, the Ghost Lord hid away from Skeletron, and no longer dared to let the Bone Sword touch a single bit. However, Skeletron has the "Dark Fire Critical Attack" skill, which makes it impossible to dodge, and many times it can only suffer a dark loss in front of its eyes, and soon after kung fu, even its body has shrunk in a circle. And the white bone greatsword that tasted the sweetness, the skeleton relief at the handle on it appeared more and more vivid, hazy with a faint golden light, and each blow even had a faint evil destroying attribute.

After suffering a few big losses, the Ghost Lord simply disappeared, and only 3 shadow clones wandered back and forth between the stone pillars, constantly scattering plasma balls.

Skeletron's soul fire was beating, and he couldn't help but be a little impatient. The largest group of ghost clouds have been lured away, but they will always return. They're here to behead the enemy's head, not to make a soy sauce and write that you can pat your ass and go back with a trip here. There are a lot of troops left behind the palace outside the Shadow Dome Palace, but they can't withstand the continuous impact of the opponent's sea of soldiers, so it's better to fight quickly here.

When Skeletron turns his attention to the Shadow Clones, the fate of these Shadow Clones comes to an end. For the undead's normal physical attacks, they are immune to most damage, and the rest only need a flicker to escape, and by the time they reappear, they are close to healing. Therefore, there are many undead who besiege them, but there are not many who can give them a fatal blow.

A "Dark Fire Critical Strike" fixed a shadow clone, and Skeletron dodged and rushed to its front, and the huge white bone sword slashed down, and the evil attribute was launched.

"Ah......h

A terrible wail came to an abrupt end, and the white bone greatsword directly slashed the heart core in the shadow clone. The shadow clone froze in place, its body steaming with electric light, and its body turned into curling green smoke and dissipated into the air.

The demise of a shadow clone also brought with it a terrible internal wound to the Ghost Lord, whose hazy form suddenly emerged not far from the mutated ghoul Karui. Looking at its stance, it seems that it wants to stealthily attack this undead with the weakest defense.

The mutant ghoul Karui stomped with great force, and his body shot backwards, charging straight towards the ghost lord. The body was already spinning rapidly in mid-air, his hands stretched forward, and the tips of his long claws flashed with sharp edges. He turned himself into a rapidly spinning drill and stabbed the still sluggish Ghost Lord.

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