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This is the Death Desert, a paradise for earth magicians, for so many years, it was said that the Magician Guild was in charge of this Death Desert, in fact, most of those monsters were dealt with by him, just because he was an earth elf envoy.

Walter and the others can't be promoted here at all, there is nothing here except sand, and it is not suitable for them to play at all, but Ors is different, he cultivates and fights here to get twice the result with half the effort, and cleaning up these dark clans is just a convenient thing, which is a very pleasant thing at all.

However, in recent months, the place has changed so much that even Orls has some doubts that this is still the desert he is familiar with.

The desert is naturally the same desert, and the yellow sand also waives the faint element of earth contained in itself while flying, which is the most beautiful taste for Ors.

The Dark Clan will always have to pay a certain price when they enter the Ancestral God Continent through the enchantment, and if they can't survive the hurricane like a boneless steel knife, they will turn into a pile of powder and dissipate into the endless void.

In order to increase the probability of passing through the enchantment, the Dark Clan used the great supernatural power to seal their wisp of divine consciousness in the crystal, which could better resist the erosion of the hurricane.

Dark creatures exist differently from humans, and in their early childhood, they can quickly grow by devouring each other until they grow into true adults, so even if they pass through the Atlas, they still need to survive devouring each other, and then they are greeted by this strange world and those light creatures who are deeply hostile to them.

After the Battle of the Gods, the surrounding enchantment of the Ancestral God Continent was strengthened, suppressing this piece of heaven and earth, and it was absolutely not allowed to have a force above the level of the Dou Sheng, otherwise it would definitely lead to the Heavenly Punishment.

This is a very strange restriction, not only suppressing the cultivation level of the entire Ancestral God Continent, but also suppressing these dark clans, making it impossible for them to exert their strength to the maximum.

I don't know why these dark people are so persistent, they have been trying to cross this barrier, occupy the land here, it seems that there is something here that attracts them, or their world can no longer accommodate too many people, even if they have not obtained the desired results, but this operation is still going on, it seems to be looking for an opportunity, an opportunity that only exists in legends.

All the Guardians need to do is harvest these Dark Clans before they are fully grown, so that they don't have enough power to invade the entire continent, which sounds like a very bloody and honorable task, but if this process lasts for nearly 10,000 years, even the most fanatical ambition will be consumed.

The five elves are energy beings, so naturally there is no such thing as blood, but for this kind of infinitely repetitive task, even they are a little tired, that is, Ors can barely persevere.

In order to hone himself, he once tried to make those creatures grow slightly stronger, so that he could better hone his techniques, even if it was energy life, sometimes it needed a certain amount of stimulation.

That's how trouble comes about.

Originally, with their strength, even if these dark clans were allowed to devour each other, in the end, they would only produce two or three Dou Sheng-level masters, which was already the limit of the dark clan, which could be eliminated with a little more effort for Ors, which was a very interesting battle for him, but what if the rules of heaven and earth changed?

At this moment, Ors has begun to regret it.

The yellow sand in front of him had already caused him great trouble, and the earth elemental who had been obedient to him didn't seem to hear his call at all, but was only twisted and rolled by him, as if they wanted to swallow him in one gulp.

If it weren't for the fact that Ors had been fighting for so many years and was extremely experienced, he was caught off guard and almost suffered a dark loss, this was the first time in thousands of years.

He didn't know what was hiding in the yellow sand, for he had never encountered such an enemy.

It seemed to be a black fog that seemed to be nothing, tumbling in the flying yellow sand and drifting around, controlling the surrounding yellow sand, devouring everything it touched, and Ors was sure that if it weren't for the limitations of this world, he was afraid that this black fog would swallow the entire desert.

The attack power of this mass of yellow sand is not strong, and it will only be swallowed simply, which is a joke for Ols, who moves freely in the desert.

He is an earth spirit envoy, moving through the yellow sand, as easy as eating and drinking, as long as he finds this black mist, he will never fall into the trap, but what he has to do is not to escape, but to find a way to destroy it.

Ors wasn't afraid of being devoured, but that didn't mean that ordinary people weren't scared either, he didn't know what would happen after the black mist devoured life, but obviously it wouldn't be a good outcome, at least for the Guardians, who would never allow that to happen.

Even if he lived for 10,000 years, he didn't know what kind of existence the Dark Clan was and how far it would evolve, he just instinctively wanted to avoid this black mist from entering the Ancestral God Continent, maybe not just for the orders of the gods, but more for the fear of the unknown.

"Earth Giant!"

With Ors's mana, it is obvious that such an earth-based magic is not comparable to that of ordinary mages, and I saw that the golden sand dunes twisted slightly, and the yellow sand around them was like a river flowing towards the sand dunes, and even the yellow sand fluttering in the sky began to fly towards the sand dunes, which looked quite spectacular.

The sand dunes began to grow and grow rapidly, and the flowing yellow sand twisted and tumbled, and after a while, a golden giant tens of meters high appeared on the desert, raising its giant palm and slapping at the black mist, as if it was about to kill a fly flying indiscriminately.

If Luo Tian was here, he would definitely be amazed, he could also use this earth giant now, but the summoned giant was only a dozen meters tall at most, and it was only a human form, and his hands and feet were extremely rough, and he could barely be called a person.

But the golden giant in front of him was different.

Even though it is made of yellow sand, but the surface of this giant is extremely smooth, and even the face has a rough outline, the giant palm stretches out, and the five fingers are distinct, if you don't look carefully, where can you see that the finger is also condensed by yellow sand?

The black mist seemed to be unable to fly extremely high, only tumbling a few meters above the ground, and the amount of yellow sand it could absorb seemed to be limited, making it impossible to grow indefinitely, like a giant balloon, trying to swallow the flies flying around in front of it.

It had been entangled with Ors for several days, and it was not very afraid of the giant that appeared in front of it, this big creature looked scary, but in fact its attack power was quite limited, this level of crisis was nothing to it, and it even had time to wonder why this extremely slippery-looking guy knew that it could not help itself, but still held on, and all it could respond to was to twist more crazy to show its disdain.