Makard Bell's face was still as grim as before, and judging by her face alone, she didn't look like a person who could easily compromise, and the facts proved it. Tang Bai's words obviously didn't have much effect. Neither Makad Bell, nor the witches around him, have any intention of backing down and restraining their hands.

The murmured but peculiar rhythm of the chant sounded in the mouth of Makad Bell again, and this whisper seemed to communicate with some kind of power in the underworld. Tang Bai only felt that there was an abrupt and inexplicable layer of invisible restraint on his body. It was as if the air around him had become viscous, and the wind had turned into a dense layer of spider silk wrapped around him.

Tang Bai even felt a kind of difficulty in raising his hand.

The whole process takes a long time, but the distance happens in the blink of an eye. When Tang Bai's figure suddenly flashed back to the same place, Makad's spell had already fallen on him in the next moment.

The sudden and instantaneous surnames of the spell are inexplicable.

All you need to do is press your eyes and palms at the target and recite the spell to make it work instantly.

The other witches did not interfere in the battle between the two, but just maintained the encirclement, closing their eyes and silently chanting something. And Makad Bell's strength at the moment is completely incomparable to before. That's a manifestation of a swelling that has skyrocketed several times in an instant.

With the full force of Makad Bell, it even affected the surrounding weather and environment.

The slightly overcast sky became as gloomy as before the rainstorm, with a depressing and unsettling pressure, and the howling wind roared from a distance like a raging beast, roaring and roaring all the way towards Tang Bai and them. As you break into the alley, the whistling gets even louder.

Even the air seemed to be a little more humid before the storm.

"Get out of here! You're not welcome here! Makad Bell roared violently, and Tang Bai's body seemed to be pulled by a mysterious force, and at a speed that was hit by a locomotive, he slammed him to the side of the house.

Then, with Makad Bell's eyes, Tang Bai, who smashed a back print on the wall, was slammed into the diagonal wall on the opposite side. This was done three times and twice, and it didn't stop until Tang Bai's figure was thrown out of the alley.

Makad Bell tried his best to calm his breathing, and the strength in his body was rapidly dissipating. Even the clouds that gathered up in the sky quickly dissipated.

Although it is said that the power of the eight witches can be gathered in her body by magic, which can allow Makad Bell to gain strong power in a short period of time and challenge powerful enemies, this kind of artificial strength is also a huge burden on users like Makad Bell.

It was like right now, just one or two spells were almost out of Makad Bell's grasp. Let that power stay in her body for a while, and all kinds of protests in her body will definitely appear on her one after another.

Seven orifices bleed.

The severe pain of being crushed inch by inch of the body.

At this point, if you don't remove the power that is beyond your control, then your brain and mental power will inevitably be hit hard.

"Drill the heart and cut the bones!"

A bright light fell on Makad Bell's body, and the scream of pain, which made people feel cold in their vests just by hearing it, suddenly resounded in the alley the next moment.

Not only Makad Bell, but also the witches beside her, also grabbed the corners of their skirts with their palms, and fell to their knees with a miserable howl,

Under this connection magic, not only the power is shared, but even the damage is also shared.

The sudden spell caught the end of Makad Bell's disconnecting spell. So the spell that originally fell on her alone instantly affected all the witches around who used the connection charm.

Makad Bell gasped violently, his thin body like a shrimp in a frying pan, lying on the ground, like a drowning man at the last moment of death, struggling weakly. The kind of pain that comes from the body is a thousand times more terrifying than the magic that comes back to it.

It was a pain that could not be described in words. It was so painful that they couldn't make a single sound except for the first scream, no matter how loud their mouths opened.

"I think we should be able to talk now." Tang Bai walked back and gently squatted in front of Makad Bell, lifting the Diamond Heart Bone Splitting Spell on Makad's body.

The moment the spell vanished, Makad Bell was like a fish that had escaped death on the riverbank, leaving only the strength to breathe on the filthy ground for the time being. The moment the spell disappeared, Makad Bell really had a sense of happiness for the rest of his life.

Although there was still lingering pain in her body, the residual pain in her body now made Makad Bell feel extremely relaxed compared to the previous level of pain. She even felt that if she experienced that pain for one more second, she would be tortured and driven crazy.

"I ask you, do you have any other opinions?" Tang Bai stabbed Makad Bell with his wand. "Let's get acquainted again, my name is Tang Bai, what about you?"

"Makad Bell." Makad Bell, who was lying on the ground, gasped and calmed his mind before answering. Compared with the previous tone, Makad Bell's tone was obviously mixed with a bit of weakness and weakness at this moment.

"You're the master here?" Tang Bai looked around at the witches who were lying on the ground, their bodies twitching slightly from time to time, and asked again.

Makard Bell reluctantly turned his body around, his face facing the sky: "The person in charge here is Lilia, she's not here. ”

"Who told you about me?" Tang Bai raised his eyebrows.

"I can't say." A look of struggle flashed across Makad Bell's face, and his brown eyes looked at Tang Bai with a bit of pleading: "I really can't say it, if I say it, they will kill me and my family." ”

"Who are they?" Tang Bai asked endlessly.

"Please!" Makad Bell's face was full of mournful supplication at the moment, and it was obvious that "they" made her very jealous.

"I knew it." Tang Bai rolled his eyes, took out a hose potion from his arms with one hand, pinched Makad Bell's mouth with the other, and forcibly dripped a few drops of the truth potion into her mouth under her struggle.

"Who are they?" Tang Bai asked repeatedly.

"They're the Occult Balance Council." Makad Bell twitched feebly on the ground, and spoke out without concealment. (To be continued.) )