Yin corpse.

The corpses that have been awakened by the dark wizards to serve them have the greatest weakness of being afraid of fire.

This is a rather ridiculous weakness - because a slightly more qualified wizard can successfully summon a ball of fire.

In addition, it also has the weakness of moving slowly, which is even worse, if it is not for the fact that its creation violates the wizarding law, the yin corpse that only moves slowly can almost be used as a trial object for a young wizard who has just learned to attack witchcraft, and there is simply no more suitable existence than it as a living target.

However, even with these two fatal flaws, the Yin Corpse is still listed as a great threat by the Ministry of Magic, for the simple reason that the Yin Corpse is different from other magical creatures in that it can form an army - because it is so simple to make that there is no need to feel distressed to use.

And now, this situation has been strengthened in a more disguised way - as the object of siege, Alan can't use phantom transformation or other spatial magic to get himself out, and as a besieger, the number of Yin corpses is almost piled up, every time a Yin corpse is knocked down by magic, there will be another Yin corpse squeezed over, and even if the number of knockdowns is changed to tens or even thousands, it still has no effect.

Because, right now, Alan is facing the sea of skeletons and corpses in Liancheng.

"It's a shame to see such a good seedling, ambitious, talented, and knows what you need - but why, when you shouldn't be confused. Alva sighed in the air, using his magic to drive more Yin corpses to press past.

Just a single wizard, no companions, no support, no matter how much magic there is?

Even if the magic power required to knock down a Yin corpse is insignificant to this wizard, but what about this insignificant multiplication by 300,000? Even the top wizard can't hold it.

"Boy, even if you let these defective products, for your genius, be buried—oh, the last struggles have begun? ”

Alva's low sigh suddenly rose a little, with a little surprise, and from his angle, a small cloud of white ice and snow bloomed from a piece of bone white, and then slowly but surely expanded, as if nothing could stop its spread, until a circle with a radius of ten meters around the land stopped expanding and stabilized, forming a dead place where there was no living thing except the caster.

Countless ice edges and hail filled it, blown up by a strong storm, and then attacked the creatures who dared to step into it like knives and bullets, and the white skeletons stepped into it, almost instantly swept into the sharp ice edges, and then quickly hung into pieces of bone slag in the storm, spit out under the action of the wind, and evenly spread over a large area of nearby land, forming a kind of pale with a bit of novelty.

"After learning that the fire can't be used, can you still use the magic power to make such a large slaughter field?" Alva didn't look surprised, such a talented young man, it would be strange if he didn't have a few hands of witchcraft to save his life, and if the other party was helpless after losing the fire, he would really feel surprised.

"Still, a little reluctant," Alva closed his eyes slightly, looking at the most conspicuous of the yellowing whites below, and then made up his mind, "If he can hold on and give in to me before he is torn apart, I will save him and give him what I have studied all my life." High in the air, Alva nodded lightly to confirm his choice again, but the magic in his hand urging the Yin Corpse to press down was a little more hurried - he was not afraid that the other party would choose to retaliate against him after learning everything, if the young man in front of him could survive all and kill him after learning his research, it would mean that the other party had really learned to learn it, and even had a deeper understanding of black magic than him, in that case, his goal of finding a real inheritor would naturally be achieved.

Under the control of magic, the Yin corpse, which was never afraid of death, pressed towards the ice storm like a flood, as if it was going to crush the storm alive, white, white, and white, and a little earthy pale gathered into the waves, desperately slapping towards the small reef, as if the next moment it would crush the small stone into powder.

However, in this huge sea of bones, there are dozens of discords, tiny and almost invisible, but real, attacking skeletons, mixed with a few wisps of purple on their bodies that are crazy to devour everything, it almost doesn't take a few seconds, this skeleton with a bit of purple on its body will be submerged in the huge and boundless sea of skeletons or simply swept into pieces by the ice storm, and one of the skeletons next to it will be entangled in purple at the moment when the skeleton falls, becoming the next victim.

And every time a skeleton fell because of the purple glow, Allen's mana that was more massive than his peers would recover a small part of it, and then consume it in the huge ice storm beneath his feet.

The skeletons that came up from the huge siege were a little earthy white, the ice storm at the foot of Allen in the center of the siege was a little chilly white, and the excess between the two was the pale composition of bone fragments polished by the ice storm, and the three different whites were piled up together, forming an extremely layered picture.

It's just that Alva above is not in the mood to appreciate this picture at all—he is even a little impatient at the moment.

Originally, he was ready for the imp below to be crushed, and then it turned into the expectation that the other party would surrender to him when he couldn't hold on, and then it turned into an appreciation for the other party to hold on for so long, but now, it has become a curse that the other party can't hold on to being torn apart in the next second.

However, no matter what kind of perception he had, the circular blizzard below still stood there steadily, without a trace of retreat, like a reef against the constantly attacking skeletons, and the nearby land, with a thick layer of bone slag, had formed a small slope - but even so, the ice storm still did not look like it was going to collapse in the slightest retreat.

"Impossible, impossible, impossible!" Alva suddenly panicked in his heart - wouldn't that bastard's magic run out of energy?

"Press it up, press it on me!!"

A hysterical sound rang out in the air, and the white sea of skulls gathered in a larger wave.