Melo squeezed his hands violently, and an astonishing force burst out of his body, and Kevin and Osvid were both bounced away by his force, and they were swept far away. The huge pillars in the Ice Temple, which were still straight, finally broke in this impact.

Without the load-bearing pillars, the top of the temple lost its support, and the majestic top was crooked and on the verge of collapsing.

Such an impact would be nothing to Melo, nothing to Kevin or even to Osvid, but it would be fatal to someone lying there on his knees, and in the blink of an eye he would be smashed into pulp.

The black head could barely see the edge, and even spiraled all the way up the frost-condensed steps.

They couldn't lift their heads, but they could feel the shadows cast above them, and many of them trembled like chaff, tears flowed, and they closed their eyes in despair, waiting for a blow from above.

"Don't—" someone shuddered, a sharp voice that almost broke it, with a cry full of fear.

"Please......"

"After-gods...... I beg you ......"

Osveld's body slammed into the ice, and the crack quickly spread out around the center of where he had hit, making a "click" sound. At that moment, Kevin raised his hand and slammed it, holding the massive dome of the temple with one arm.

As soon as he snapped his fingers, he listened to the cracking sound of the entire frost dome, and finally failed to withstand the weight and shattered into powder. A thick cloud of snow and fog spread overhead, and the temperature dropped even lower again.

After the giant beast wolf fell to the ground, it never got up again. He twitched all over and lay on his side on the ground, his paws curled up together, as if he wanted to grab the place of his heart.

His eyes were closed and his eyebrows were furrowed, and he looked in pain.

No one could have known how hard it felt to feel, except for Osvid himself. He didn't even know what was going on with him, he only felt that a huge air flow filled his veins, making the walls of the veins thin and transparent, obviously bulging out from under the flesh, as if the skin was already full of gas, and it would explode completely if he blew it again.

Every vein in his body was swollen and burning, as if a fire had burned it.

It's not his delusion, it's real.

Osvid's body was filled with a hot steam that seemed to evaporate from the surface of boiling water, and hit the skin of the soldiers closest to him, instantly burning red.

Those soldiers couldn't help but twitch their fingers, let alone himself.

The ice lying under him was covered by his overheated body heat, and it had a tendency to melt, and gradually there was stagnant water, flowing down the ice to the side, and the flat ice surface was potholed because of his presence.

What's even more surprising is that there is a little spark on the snow-white fur of the giant beast, like a burnt paper edge, the spark is clearly extinguished, whether it will burn or not, it will not be extinguished.

Finally, with a long howl of pain and anger mixed with the beast, the ruins of the temple trembled. The half-blooded Heavenly Wolf suddenly had a tongue of fire on his body, and his whole body burned.

Half of his body was covered with snow-white fur, half soaked in blood, and at this time, he was reflected by the golden-red firelight, and he had a tragic and holy temperament, which was a little different from before.

The beast's eyes were bloodshot, staring at Merlot with fearlessness, even some indescribable mockery. He slapped his claw on the ice, and in an instant, a fiery dragon sprang out, roaring straight at Merlot.

"I'll give you a godhead, otherwise you're not even qualified to fight." Merlot moved his footsteps, let go of the fire dragon, and said slowly. The tone was plain, but there was an indescribable arrogance and contempt.

The meaning of this is as if he was pinched once because he deliberately wanted to lose once.

Why?

Melo's neurotic personality who doesn't climb to the top and doesn't feel at ease if he doesn't clean up all threats, will never do something like "take the initiative to give someone a godhead, just so as not to look so unequal". It's so unlike him......

Osveld was suspicious, but he didn't have the time to spend it with him. He saw the Great Elder and Sinya, who were bound by the long pale green vines, swept to the helpless crowd behind them, and their huge bodies leaped violently, following the soaring fire dragon and pounced on Merlot.

The moment he pressed down on Merlot, he said in a deep tone full of mockery, "Gods? No kidding, you, even if you carry all the godheads in your pocket, you will never be worthy of being called a god! ”

As Mellot got out of the way, he shot a fiery dragon again, heading straight for the long green vines. The thorns on the long vine were scorched by the flames, as if they were afraid of burning, and they instantly curled up.

The Great Elder and Sinia, who had been chained in it, lay limply on the ground, looking parched and lifeless.

Oswald snorted angrily, knocked Merlot away, and leapt in front of the old man and the young man, and the moment he landed, his figure elongated and changed in the flames, changing from the appearance of a wolf back to a human form. He picked up Sinia and put the Great Elder on his back.

Merlot raised her hand, and just as she was about to stop it, she was pierced through the flesh by a long golden arrow that broke through the wind. This long arrow carried a huge impact, dragging his whole body to stagger, and before he could stand firmly, another long arrow followed, directly nailed into his neck.

He was knocked back two steps and leaned against the ice wall.

Osvid flicked his backhand, and a string of fire instantly flowed from the golden arrow nailed to his body, burning from the end of the arrow to Merlot's body.

And Kevin took advantage of the flames to shield him from the flames, and fired three arrows in unison, nailing Merlot directly to the wall......

***

On the Friah Mountain Road, the team led by Miao lay on the ground in embarrassment, lowered his body, and bent his fingers to pick up any raised rocks or the edge of the mountain road that he could, trying to make his grip stronger.

What made Mio panic and give an urgent order was a sudden storm, rolling up the ice and snow slag brought from nowhere, like a white dragon, spinning and approaching at great speed from a distance, and in the blink of an eye, it was up the mountain road.

The mountain road already had an inclined arc, and when it was lifted by this storm, the few vultures that could not stick to the ground were blown away from the cliff because the bearing area was too large, and the wailing and neighing were blown apart by the wind, and the people were shocked to hear it.

Many people who were not strong enough, or who couldn't hold it tightly, were also blown away by the wind.

"Ahhhhh

The dragon-like storm came strangely and came suddenly, and after walking around the Veriasan Mountain Road, it twisted and ran towards another place.

However, Storm's departure did not mean that safety had arrived, and before Mio and the others could even stand on their feet, a group of familiar miscellaneous people followed in Storm's footsteps.

When those things come whizzing, they have a rustling sound that can even give people a very brief hallucination, as if the world is silent and you are alone.

That's a sand ghost.

Miao lowered his head and snorted, and said fiercely in a hoarse voice: "I shouldn't be able to avoid trouble today, his master!" Brothers! Above!! ”

Once upon a time, things like sand ghosts were afraid of moisture, and in this climate and season, they would always go out less and try to stay in their old nests where birds don't poop and chickens don't lay eggs. But now, their resistance to humidity seems to be getting stronger and stronger, and even when the rainy season is over, they dare to come out, and the light rain can't cause them much trouble, unless the downpour is poured on the head, otherwise, it is simply difficult to deal with them.

The sound of shouting and desperate scolding became a kind of venting, and when people encountered death one after another, and the deadly troubles came one after another, and there was no end, anyone would feel exhausted, irritable, and angry.

Whether it was Mio, or the rest of the team, there was almost despair in their hearts. With so many sand ghosts, tens of thousands of troops on weekdays may not be able to carry them for long, let alone them. But both horizontally and vertically are dead, it is better to be able to kill one by one, and it is better to be able to stop it for a while, so that it can drag the footsteps of this group of sand ghosts to kill other places.

There was a scuffle of soldiers on the narrow mountain path, and the sound of metal and sand clashing was intertwined.

Once a person has a mortal heart, he will always become fearless, so strong that he is almost not like himself, even the sand ghost seems to have never seen such a desperate way of fighting, and the offensive has slowed down a little, as if he is a little "stunned".

Of course, in the eyes of Mio, who was red-eyed, it was impossible to notice this.

There are no so-called men, women, and children, nor a so-called family of relatives and friends, they are like some kind of fighting machine that suddenly appears in the desert one day, and there seems to be nothing else to do except fight and aggression, except for killing people and turning blood.

They are apathetic and insensitive.

There is no such thing as feelings for them, and they cannot even be classified as flesh-and-blood creatures, let alone people......

What is the so-called "consternation" of things that don't even have flesh and blood?

"Why do you have such a wretch in this world!" Mio leaned back against his armor to block a wave of sand and gravel, and with the cover of his arm, he stabbed the sand ghost in the heart with a sword.

The sand ghost screamed violently, suddenly lost its strength, and instantly scattered from the air, becoming a pile of scattered sand on the ground. However, Miao didn't have time to see this process, and the moment he drew his sword, he was already in front.

A team of less than 10,000 people, on such a dangerous mountain road, actually blocked the attack of the sand ghosts.

They don't know how long they'll last, and no one cares. Killing one is not a loss, killing two is a gain, the whole narrow team looks like a long knife stabbed into the wind and sand, Mio They are the sharpest knife tip.

And the tip of the knife is always to see blood.