Chapter 0233: The Battle of the Eternal Night 2

The distance of the spell attack just now was a bit far, and the old man did not plan to get close to the fire power of the city before he figured out the background of this undead city, so it also gave the corpse witch in the undead war fortress enough opportunities to intercept. This also prompted the old man to make up his mind to destroy the war fortress where these spellcasters were located first.

No longer casting a meteor burst that could be easily intercepted, the old man crushed a fiery red and pure ruby, and a simple 8th-order "Cloud Burning Technique" had already shrouded a war fortress and a nearby city wall near him. Within a radius of 50 meters, any undead will cry and incinerate into ashes, even the three corpse witches hiding in the war fortress have burst their bone shields, their bodies decompose, and they silently melt into the magic flames and become the raw materials for them to continue to burn.

The runes on the mage tower's body lit up, and multiple freezing rays in a row penetrated the core of the Cloud Burning Technique, which forcibly stopped the trend of its continued expansion of range. But when the fire clouds dissipated, there was no longer half of the undead on the shrouded white bone wall, only the dark color of their former existence was faintly imprinted on the charred bone floor.

With just one 8th-order spell, Eternal Night City lost 3 Corpse Witches, 2 Undead Ballistas, and 5 Abominations, and low-level skeleton zombies were not included in the statistics. I believe that the enemy will not focus on them to compromise their mana.

For a short time, the emptied walls were obscured by the fog of war drifting from the center of the city. The nearby fog had a tendency to boil, and countless sharp ghostly howls grew from nothing, and gradually converged into a mountain of piercing screams.

Countless ghosts pounced out of the rolling mist, but instead of directly hitting the enemy who was 2 miles away in the air, they spread out like a dark cloud, surrounding the old man's rear from a farther direction. In the process of flying and surrounding, the upper and lower levels of the ghost are staggered, and it seems that it is also afraid of the large killing effect of the range spell.

A scorching white light lit up the heavens and the earth, and more than 20 ghosts rushed from the front scattered in all directions, but they melted away as quickly as snow cubes thrown into the furnace, and only the four ghosts at the edge of the spell range dragged their wrecked bodies and struggled to escape the attack of "Sun Flame".

It seems that the other party really has no experience in fighting against top powerhouses, and he even wants to rely on these low-level undead to consume his mana. Haha, without the containment and oppression of the same level, such a small thing can be destroyed as much as possible, and it is not necessary to achieve the effect of draining the mana of the saint-level mage.

The mysterious old man, who was mentally prepared for a long-lasting battle, stood tall on top of the bone dragon, wielding countless mid-to-high-level spells with his unique frequency. For a while, a chain of lightning chains, a large ice storm that was bone-chilling, a solar flame explosion accompanied by a strong white light, and countless bursting fireballs crisscrossed the sky above Eternal Night City, clearing out the ghost brigade that accounted for nearly half of Eternal Night City in a very short time.

Although it was predicted, the strength of the other party was still beyond the limits of imagination. Perhaps this is the true level of the main plane mage powerhouse, not something that can be compared to some middle and high-level mages that the cemetery has continuously killed some time ago. The more you go up to the high-level spells, the more the power and diversity of the spells can exert extreme destructiveness, and the difference between the first order is by no means a simple difference between mana plus zero, but a huge difference between heaven and earth.

In essence, the Holy Rank Mage no longer belongs to the category of mortals, but has been promoted to a higher level of magical creatures, and many spell effects are no longer simple blessing stacks, but have become instincts similar to talents.

The butcher no longer wanted to use the old method of besieging and killing high-level mages to put on the saint-level mages, and began to take out some hole cards that could really threaten the opponent.

The magic light of the Mage Tower grew brighter, and an invisible but qualitative spell barrier appeared above the city of eternal night, bringing the outer walls of bones into the scope of protection. It's only now that the Mage Tower really starts to exert its strength. Due to the lack of a strong caster's push, the operation of the mage tower is obscure and dignified, and the interception of the mysterious old man's spells always lags behind by half a beat, and it is a bit tired of parrying.

The skulls in mid-air let out a crazy scream that shook the heavens and the earth, and fireballs, wind blades, lightning, and ice blades rushed out of the open mouth like a raging storm, aiming directly at the Holy Rank mage standing proudly in the air.

The magic brilliance illuminated the magic torrent of heaven and earth, but it only brought a smile from the mysterious old man, and a spell ineffective enchantment had quietly opened, encompassing him and most of the hard bone dragon under him. The spells pouring on the opposite side are fast and dense, but unfortunately they are all low-level spells, and a spell invalidation enchantment that is immune to spells of level 5 and below is enough to completely wipe out these useless things.

Overwhelming opponents or disrupting their rhythm with low-level spells may have been useful hundreds of years ago, but for a seasoned and experienced Saint-tier mage, it's just a cold joke. A simple spell nullifying enchantment is enough to make a huge amount of mana useless.

But the skull on the other side doesn't seem to be so simple. There was a huge earthquake, and the virtual body avatar condensed by spells and illusions unexpectedly broke away from the sky above the spell tower and flew towards the direction of the old man.

This virtual avatar did not pose much of a threat to the old man, but out of the cautious consciousness of the caster, he still prepared the spell protection in advance. All kinds of dazzling brilliance began to swirl around him, and there were many trigger-type shields that flashed and then quietly disappeared, and they would not be visible at all until the moment they were attacked. Almost instantly, the old man turned into a small bright and scorching sun, and the fluctuation of mana that shook people's hearts shook the void.

The huge skull, which resembles a moving fortress, doesn't seem to be flying very fast, but it reaches a distance where it can attack after 10 fingers. In the process of moving, the old man also used a series of bursting fireballs to test the strength of the skull, but they were all overwhelmed by the huge amount of dead air it spewed.

The butcher sitting in the mage tower looked at the exploding fireball comparable to a rapid-fire machine gun, and his heart was pounding. When the spell reaches a certain level, for other mages, it is similar to cheating. The level of the burst fireball may not be high, but with such a continuous release without cooldown time and cast buffer, let the owner see it, and probably shout "cheat"!

Enough was enough, the skull had moved close enough.

In an instant, the screaming in the air reached its peak. The skull's mouth had risen to its maximum, and a massive amount of dead air spewed towards the Holy Rank Mage. This kind of death qi that usually replenishes the lich seems to have become another inexplicable thing at this time, and at the same time it gushes outward, it has already eroded the crackling sound of the air it comes into contact with, condensing countless purple-black sour liquids out of thin air, rolling together and rushing towards the old man.

The hideous skull curled up under the shield of the mage tower, and it could also avoid the old man's spiritual power perception, but once it was attacked, some of the internal conditions inside loomed into the surface. In addition to using a large amount of dead air as an attack weapon, it is also filled with a large number of ghosts. These ghosts are carried by the tide of death, and they spit out together, mixed with some formed banshees.

The old man's proud figure did not move at all, and with the rapid stroke of the gesture, invisible force field walls were generated layer upon layer in mid-air, blocking each other and covering each other, immediately blocking the dead qi tide carrying countless "debris" a hundred meters away. Countless spirits disappeared on the force field wall due to the rapid impact of the two powerful attacks. However, the transparent force field wall arranged by the old man was also outlined by the black liquid.

The skull illusion exploded, and clusters of ghosts flew through the sky like flies, revealing a behemoth hidden behind them. A huge bone dragon with dense bones flapped desperately on the leaky bone wings, lowered its head and rushed forward, breaking through several force field walls in a row with a hideous sharp angle in the middle of the skull, and rushing close to the old man's side along the most vulnerable angle of defense.

"I finally have a decent opponent." The old man muttered to himself, his eyes not focusing on the bone dragon with its teeth and claws, but converging on a thin and withered figure on its back.

"Hehe, it turns out that all the pretentiousness of a qiē is to create a chance for this little guy!" Only then did the old man suddenly realize, and at the same time pouted slightly: "A level 14 guy has just touched a level 7 spell, how much of a threat can he have!" ”

Probably it's the highest combat power that can be brought out here! Dimensional suppression is omnipresent, and the undead kings probably don't dare to step into the Klein Continent lightly before they completely pollute this piece of heaven and earth, otherwise once they are besieged by powerhouses of the same level, they will also be in danger of falling.

The time to think was extremely short, and in an instant, the two powerful spellcasters who harnessed the bone dragon had already staggered and exchanged a spell or two. Since they are both undead bodies, there is no need to take out those cursed, charming, and death-type spells, and both have chosen powerful plastic energy spells.

"Lightning Storm" "Polar Ice Ray"

Countless small lightning chains of lightning flashed in the old man's body, but they were completely blocked by the ejected energy shield, and when the violent lightning energy was vented, only 2 of the 8 shields on the old man's periphery disappeared. By this time, the slower-flying ghosts had already swooped in front of them, and began to swirl around the shield, and the piercing scratching sound came and went.

The old man's shield is not only to defend against energy invasion, but also to counterattack, every time you attack the shield, it will trigger the lightning effect. The ghosts with weak physiques exploded and died, and those with solidified souls wailed and fled away. But there were too many and too dense spirits to swarm, and when one vacancy was filled, two would fill it, and soon the old man's vision would be completely submerged.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Ice Banshee also pounced, and began to slowly absorb the caster's mana through the shield, which was their instinctive talent "sucking demons". It's just that this effect has little effect on saint-level mages who have spell protection and have high resistance themselves, and if it weren't for the fact that the number of banshees is still considerable, it won't reach the point where the mana power will fade.

The necromancer Prataya who passed by by by mistake took the ice crystal snow Ling all over his body to urge the bone dragon Gu Li to coil back, and he didn't have to worry about the accidental injury to the spirit body, and the beaded fireballs, burst fireballs, and lightning chains were projected on the old man's body energy shield, and they actually broke 2 layers for a while.

The mysterious old man smiled, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a sarcastic grim smile.

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