Pan Long grabbed it with his left hand, and hit the evil spirit closest to him.

The spirit that should have ignored the simple physical attack was grabbed by his fingers, and suddenly rippled like water waves, and several clear cracks appeared. His hand swiped over him, but the cracks did not disappear with them, but remained there, and around the cracks, many new small cracks appeared, like a broken car window, cracking in all directions.

The demon's body shuddered and let out a heart-pounding scream.

Shalofok couldn't help but turn his head to look at this side, and then his eyes lit up in surprise.

"It's a barbarian!" he said, "and you really have the idea to find a barbarian to be your helper." When they started to go crazy, they didn't recognize anyone, and they didn't stop beating anyone when they saw them. ”

Glian didn't answer, and he didn't have the time to talk to anyone right now.

Shalovok didn't mind talking about stand-up comedy, on the contrary, he was happy to show his composure in this way: "Why are you delaying so much? You want to wait until the great sage of the Valley of Shadows arrives? Don't be under any illusions, he can't come so quickly." ”

"Want to know why? Of course, someone doesn't want him to mess with it. The world is big, bigger than the biggest we know, there are always people who want to do this and that, there are always people who want to stop others from doing things, and no one can really do what they want. Shalofok looked like a philosopher or a bard, but his swift attacks did not stop, "In such a world, we have no choice but to keep moving forward, keep moving upward." With each step up, you can do more and have fewer people who can stop you, until you ......"

He didn't finish the words that followed "until", but ended with a mysterious laugh.

While he was speaking, the screams rang out several times in succession. Those evil spirits were killed by Pan Long one by one, and they had no power to resist at all.

The four-star free-handed combat plus specialization gives his hands a power similar to that of a magic weapon, which can hurt spirits that are not afraid of swords, and the effect is very good.

But Shalovok didn't care at all about the destruction of these evil spirits, for him, these evil spirits were just consumables at his fingertips, and if he found a slum or prison, there were always enough people who died full of resentment, waiting to be transformed into evil spirits.

If he wants, it will take him ten days and eight days to assemble an army of evil spirits.

It's just that it's too eye-catching, and it will attract some strong people that he can't deal with, and evil spirits can't give him the advantage of taking such a risk.

He brought these spirits not in the hope that they would help him in battle, but to search and round them up.

Sure enough, before Pan Long could kill all the evil spirits around him, Ammon's screams came out of the woods.

"Oh my God! What is this! Get out of here!

Immediately afterward, she and Chanem fled back in embarrassment, and behind them, more than a dozen transparent figures were chasing.

Shalovok let out a happy laugh, "Grean, do you see that? They can't run!"

Glien, who had been silent, finally spoke, sighing deeply.

"Chanem, Ammon, Pan is berserk now, don't get too close to him, and don't make any attacks or any defensive actions against him. He said, "Wait a moment when he's going to be weak when he's done berserk, and remember to heal him with the best potion of potions." ”

"Okay. Chanem replied.

Ammon said a lot more, and in a very fast tone, she asked sharply, "What the hell is going on? Grean! We're all going to be killed! Goblins, gnolls, ogres, and ghosts! Oh my God! Who are we provoking? Why are they doing this to us? We're just ordinary residents living next to the library!"

Speaking of the back, she was almost screaming - because the evil spirits chasing from behind were getting closer.

The road in the woods is not wide, and not far in front of the two of them at the moment is Pan, who is raging and does not recognize his six relatives, and not far behind him are more than a dozen evil spirits who are chasing after him.

As a teenage girl, Aemon finally couldn't help but scream in this situation.

Her screams are crisp and bright, containing fear and anger, and if you go to a horror movie, this scream alone is enough to make the director look at her differently - it is probably not possible to play the heroine, but it is perfectly fine to play a passerby who dies in the middle, and set the mood at the right time.

But screaming doesn't solve the problem, neither in horror movies nor in actual combat.

The screams of the dying spirits have some kind of magical power, which can inflict mental blows on enemies, and may even cause cardiac arrest and kill them on the spot - of course, that is not something that ordinary evil spirits can do, only strong evil spirits can do. There is a very powerful spell named after "Banshee Howl".

Chanem and Aemon had tried to get a little closer to Panron, but the screams of the demons were so painful that they had to retreat. If it weren't for the fact that the range of this scream was not large, perhaps they would have even been knocked to the ground.

Pan Long was completely unaffected, and he was not afraid of this kind of attack at all. Not to mention a mere evil spirit, even the kind of terrifying banshee who can kill everyone in a courtyard with a scream, there is no way to kill him with a scream.

When a barbarian goes berserk, he can't even be healed by divine powers, and if you want to scare him to death, you must first be able to restore his feeling of "fear".

It's like being born deaf, and you can't explain to him what "beautiful music" is.

Although he only had one left hand to use, with only one hand, he could not resist the evil spirits. The spirits didn't move fast, and they couldn't even run away in the face of his rage.

Grabbing a claw on the top of an evil spirit's head, Pan Long used an attack method similar to Mei Chaofeng's to pinch the demon's head into a cloud of smoke, and then the smoke dissipated, and the entire body of the evil spirit also collapsed.

He looked around, and there were no evil spirits around him.

The bright red eyes looked around with murderous aura, and the first thing he saw was Shalophok.

Stared at by those murderous and irrational eyes, Rao is Shalofok is strong, and he can't help but feel slightly worried in his heart.

He is not a rookie who is just starting out, and he knows that the crazy barbarian is an extremely dangerous opponent, even if his strength is a lot higher than the opponent, he may accidentally overturn and be pulled by them to his death.

This kind of thing is not uncommon, the ancient countries that have been attacked by the barbarians one by one, the martial arts masters and spell masters who died under the axes and spears of the barbarian berserkers...... All are bloody examples.

But his eyes swept over the battlefield, but he smiled reassuringly.

The distance between himself and the barbarian is much farther than the distance between the evil spirits and the barbarian under his command.

Sure enough, Pan Long looked left and right, and soon his eyes stopped on the evil spirits who were chasing after Chanem and Ammon.

Then, with a loud roar, he rushed towards the evil spirits, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, and killed them all at once.

Chanem and Amon were so frightened that their hearts almost stopped beating as he passed by them. But they all remembered Greion's advice, and stood there motionless with fear.

Sure enough, Pan Long ignored them at all and rushed directly past them.

Seeing Pan Long and the evil spirits fighting, Aemon breathed a sigh of relief and said with a sigh of relief, "It was terrible just now! I almost thought that a giant dragon was rushing over!"

"He's strong. Chanem said.

"It's strong, but it's terrible!"

"A strong companion, not terrible, only reliable. ”

Dumbfounded by Chanem's words, Ammon shook his head and gave up the argument.

Growing up, she never won Chanem in serious matters, and gradually became a habit.

"What shall we do now?" she asked, "to help Glien?"

Grian immediately replied, "Don't come here!

Chanem sighed, he was also a little dazed now.

They can't help in the battle on Pan Long's side, otherwise they will be easily injured by mistake, and they can't help in the battle on Glian's side, and the aftermath of the battle between the two sides may kill them.

For a while, this young man, who was the most capable of fighting among the young people in Candle Castle, couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

(If I'm stronger...... If I could have more power...... ）

In his heart, there seemed to be a voice whispering, but when he tried to look for it, it disappeared without a trace.

In the battle on the other side, Grian was a little embarrassed by Shalofok's pursuit because of the speed of casting spells because of the few openings just now. Whenever he built up a layer of magical protection, Shalovok was able to break it in a matter of seconds. So that he can only build the next layer of protection as fast as possible, and he can't spare the strength to fight back.

If he hadn't foreseen a fierce battle, he had temporarily prepared a lot of useful means, and the spells he had prepared every day would have been exhausted by now, and he would have died under the opponent's sword.

Seeing that Shalovok was like a brute bull, always able to tear through his shields, traps or summons, he couldn't help but sigh a little.

(It's nice to be young!)

He felt that if he could be ten or eight years younger, maybe he would not be so embarrassed.

At the very least, the spell can be cast a little faster......

He swung his cane again, and the spell engraved in it automatically cast itself, turning into a portal to the void, and a huge celestial bear flashed white light and rushed out with a roar.

This is the most powerful means he has prepared, an ordinary celestial bear is enough to confront and even gain the upper hand against the most elite knights of each kingdom, and the one he summoned is still extra strengthened. Moreover, it is quite resistant to all evil spells, and its vitality is extremely tenacious.

(Hopefully enough time!)

Looking at the guy who was obviously larger than the ordinary Celestial Bear, Shalofok showed a solemn look for the first time.

But he also knew that this was almost Grean's hole card. As long as this guy is cut down, there is almost nothing Grian can do.

So he roared, swung his sword and rushed forward.