Ah Dai naturally wouldn’t leave an opportunity for the opponent like he did with Harsfin. His tight clothing fluttered in the wind as he shouted, "Die, Nazgul." Under spiritual lock, he released the bowstring in his hand, and the fiercely compressed Suru Sword seed to burn the air, bringing a spasm of twisted light suddenly into the locked black fog.
"Ah—" A shrill scream suddenly rang out. Under the Suru Arrow filled with massive energy, the black fog rapidly dissolved. The golden light passed through, drawing a graceful arc in the air, and returned to Ah Dai’s hand. The black fog gradually dissipated, as if nothing had happened, and the vast evil energy brought by Nazgul was utterly gone.
Everyone gathered around Ah Dai, each person’s eyes showing an excited expression. Being able to kill the Immortal Evil Witch King Nazgul was truly ideal for them.
Amidst everyone’s overwhelming excitent, Qian Qian’s white figure suddenly appeared in front of them. A trace of solemnity was revealed on her exquisitely beautiful face as she said in a deep voice, "Don’t be happy yet. Nazgul isn’t dead. As long as his Spiritual Imprint exists, he can recover in a short ti. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be called the Immortal Evil Witch King."
Everyone’s hearts sank, and their gaze focused on Qian Qian. Qian Qian sighed softly, "The greater test is still to co. Although Nazgul has temporarily lost his fighting ability, you must not forget that this is not Nazgul’s territory. Rather, it’s..." She had just said this when everyone simultaneously felt the intense tremors from the ground. A roaring sound terrified them as they all looked downward. There was an unusual oppressive feeling, a shock from the heart. Even with the cultivation of Ah Dai and the Pope, they deeply felt the fear in their hearts, and Little Bone’s reaction was the most obvious. His huge body, more than thirty ters long, trembled violently as he murmured, "It’s, it’s the Evil, the Evil Dragon King."
Ah Dai’s entire body shook, and he turned his gaze to Qian Qian. Qian Qian solemnly nodded, confirming Little Bone’s words, "Yes, it’s Evil Dragon Harbank. He didn’t help Nazgul earlier purely out of his arrogant nature; he disdains teaming up with others. Although compared with Nazgul, Evil Dragon Harbank has a physical form, making him relatively easier to deal with in this aspect. However, his power is unbelievably strong, beyond my understanding. You must be careful!"
The ground began to shake violently, and from all directions ca an imnsely thick voice, "Good, good. Even that fellow Nazgul suffered losses. Looks like I must personally take action. Humans, dying at my hands should be your pride." The voice, thick and profound, did not initially seem evil, but when the sound faded, a chilling coldness from the heart erged.
In the valley below the crowd, the ground cracked irregularly, and the hard rock seed unable to prevent the thing below from bursting upwards. Goshawk, with the most irritable temper, snorted angrily. He circled his hands, and a ter-long Fire Cone appeared in his hands. He shouted, and the Fire Nightmare Aura instantly spread all over, throwing the Fire Cone with all his might. No one stopped Goshawk’s rash action; they also wanted to see how powerful this Evil Dragon Harbank truly was. The Fire Cone, with a dazzling red tail fla, flashed and fell. When it descended to ten ters above the cracked ground’s center, suddenly, a ring of dark blue barrier appeared. In a booming sound, the Fire Cone turned into floating sparks, unable to shake the dark blue shield at all.
Everyone looked at each other, their faces revealing horrified expressions. Goshawk ranked third among the Four Sword Saints. The Fire Cone he had just used almost consolidated all his strength, and the Fire Cone was extrely sharp, with strong penetration. In such circumstances, it still couldn’t penetrate the dark blue shield. Such a strong shield couldn’t be crafted even by Ah Dai and the Pope working together.
As if sensing sothing, Ah Dai’s thoughts moved as he looked in the direction he ca. He saw many humans appearing on the mountain peaks behind, most holding the flags of the Church. Turns out, during their fight with Nazgul, Chief Judge Xuan Yuan, Tian Gang Sword Sect Leader Xi Wen, and leaders of various forces had already brought The Allied Forces’ elite to catch up. To increase the speed of advance, all three thousand high priests were carried by skilled martial artists. Seeing his subordinates coming, the Pope’s spirits were lifted. Judging from the ground’s vibration, the Evil Dragon Harbank would still need so ti to co out. He wanted to use this ti to cast powerful magic to try to strike first against Harbank. Only this way could they gain the initiative. With a glance at the four Red Robe Priests, he said in a deep voice, "Quick, follow ." Five beams of golden light flashed, and the five swiftly flew towards the direction of the human reinforcents.
Ah Dai’s spirituality had long been awakened, so he naturally understood the Pope’s intention. He and the other three Sword Saints did not move. Among The Allied Forces, their martial arts were the strongest, and facing the current crisis, only they had the ability to stand at the forefront. Ah Dai looked at Qian Qian with so confusion and asked, "Why is Harbank’s movent so slow?"
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