A dense cluster of silver light arrows, like locusts, was Liu Zhenhuan’s response.
From the thirty-six mirrored strings, dazzling and beautiful silver arrows shot out like thirty-six cot rings, speeding towards the Lord of Netherworld.
With Jia Bao’s power, the attack of the "Harp of Moonlight’s Demise" was strong, yet it wasn’t without counterasures—even though its magic power was severely depleted.
The culmination of an ancient prophecy, the reluctance borne from being cautious as if playing a wild card ga, and the mighty and overwhelming aura of the opponent utterly shattered the last bit of confidence of the Lord of Netherworld, leaving nothing behind. It used its ultimate survival trick without reservation—"Dark Paradise", an impregnable ultimate fortress from both outside and inside!
The thirty-six light arrows landed on the spatial barriers of "Dark Paradise," exploding with a brilliant roar like a storm on banana leaves. Through the transparent barriers, Ingricheba looked at Liu Zhenhuan with a complex expression, eyes focused and stiff.
After hesitating for a mont, the master of the Soul River of the Netherworld sighed and lowered the hand that was poised to chop above the heads of the Second and Third Sires. While exchanging glances with Aegean Saint Xiao, it was thoroughly defeated. Not until this mont did it have to admit, there were indeed ultimate masters who could completely shatter an opponent’s confidence with just a gaze.
Princess lodhra, who couldn’t perform space magic, could only dumbly stand by in "Dark Paradise." Ingricheba, desolate, manipulated "Dark Paradise" like a teor, retreating into the distance.
Yitong wanted to pursue, but Liu Zhenhuan said to forget it.
"Why?" Bolangsha Fire Crane shouted loudly: "I can keep up with Ingricheba’s speed!"
"Because the Forgotten Valley over there needs our support."
"Ahah~ now your awareness is truly high, thinking of the world’s beings at all tis?" The angry Yitong mocked Old Liu’s tediousness to the fullest: "Tsk tsk... bearing the responsibility on iron shoulders, even not caring about his sons!"
"I’m fucking sick!" Old Liu cursed: "Damn it! If there was a choice, as long as I could trade the Second and Third Sires back alive and jumping, let the whole world die!"
"Then why don’t you let chase?"
"You think I don’t want to chase?" Liu Zhenhuan’s rationality made Yitong feel fearful: "Although the cooldown ti of ’Dark Paradise’ is limited, Ingricheba is proficient in space spells. If we pursue, only you can keep up with the speed. By then, should I go or not? If I follow, and after the cooldown ti expires, Ingricheba uses a space jump again, how do we chase without knowing space spells? With Nirwinke on Firenze, it’ll eventually co looking for again. Just now, it didn’t kill the Second and Third Sires, which proves this point! We should go to where we are needed most right now!"
"Damn it! Next ti it definitely won’t escape!" Yitong seethed with anger, today was unlucky, Caiyu City was covered by the realm of magic disturbance, and Firenze could only teleport to the ice vault on Mount Tarlarya first, then co from Mount Tarlarya. All the way, he had been flying with full force, but still didn’t make it in ti. Even worse, there was no ti just now to deploy the space formation to pull people in. If the Ninth Prince, Tenth Prince, and Castle Lion Dragon were here, at least the Queen of Lich and the Fla Pope wouldn’t be able to escape!
Liu Zhenhuan spread the dazzling and srizing "Wings of Starry Sky," flying towards the battlefield where the Swan High Priest had fallen.
Mourinho stood amidst the trees, tightly gripping a gold flute, head lowered, while speckled starlight cast forlorn shadows across his face.
Old Liu took off his Shaman attire, cradled him by the waist, and gently laid him down. He turned his head aside and tightly covered the deep sword wound on the Swan High Priest’s chest, closing the fiercely stern eyes.
A group of Sif Elves, at a loss, flew over, and behind them was the noisy weeping of Caiyu City.
After briefly inquiring about the events, Liu Zhenhuan sighed heavily.
Caiyu City’s battle record was an unparalleled swan song, unimaginable that Mourinho achieved such a brilliant victory with the little power at hand.
Old Liu, filled with amazent, was soon troubled by a worriso fact.
If nothing unexpected happened, Ingricheba and Jia Bao should also be dood—they were equally contaminated by Crystal Mist. As long as they basked in the sunlight for a day, they would turn into transparent crystal statues.
This could indeed be called the Swan High Priest’s achievent, but for Liu Zhenhuan, it was not a good thing. The Second and Third Sires were still in the hands of the Lord of Netherworld. If that creature turned into a crystal statue, how would the Second and Third Sires return?
"Boss..." The Flower Elf Miku shakily handed a Div Crystal to Old Liu.
"What’s this?" Liu Zhenhuan, his face iron-grey, took the Div Crystal, squinted, and asked.
"It’s... the live record of the ’Na Sword Summoning’ Nether Chants Spirit Communication battle song, containing the complete initial spell incantation of the Lord of Netherworld." Miku swallowed, filming battle scenes was a great tradition and group hobby of Firenze, and only the Magic Conductor could continue shooting during elental interference.
"So it’s the battle song where Mourinho and Ingricheba just exchanged famous swords?" Liu Zhenhuan swung a slap across, if not for Yitong pulling quickly, Miku would have been almost beaten to death: "What’s the damn use of this Div Crystal? If you had protected a magic teleportation array just now, Jose’s family wouldn’t have died!"
A group of Flower Elves burst into tears; they hadn’t wanted to see the Jose family perish in battle either.
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