At this time, I had changed from the form of a dragon to the form of a human, and Vip, the elven dragon of Avina, had also returned to the magical space.

Frank's left arm is gone, and Nataya is covered in bruises.

At this time, Lancelot had already drawn the demon sword at his waist, this sword was obtained from the god of death after he became an undead, and it was very terrifying.

Facing Lancelot, I wasn't sure, but when Yanlong came out again, I felt a trace of strength welling up in my body.

I became a half-dragon, which gave me the confidence to compete with Lancelot.

Lancelot didn't say a word and directly slashed at me with a Void Blade, this Void Blade was very weird, even after the half-dragon, I could only barely see the air faintly distorted, and its speed was also unusually fast, the next moment I saw it, it had come to my eyes, forcing me to use the Yanlong Fist in the dragon magic to take this attack.

After taking the Void Blade, I took two steps backwards, and felt a wave of paralysis in my body, and even some churning blood, and if I hit it a few more times, it could cause me serious damage.

While I was still calming my blood, Lancelot had already waved his hand lightly and released another move. Suddenly, my feet sank, and when I looked down, my feet had turned into a black swamp with an ominous aura.

Just as I was about to pull out my feet that were stuck in the swamp, a pair of blue and white hands stretched out from the depths of the swamp, accompanied by a burst of painful wails, and I could even see that some of the heads were struggling as if they were about to rush out in the next second, and my feet were also grabbed by these hands like chicken claws, unable to move.

This is exactly the quagmire of Lancelot's dead soul, and he wants to trap me!

At this time, Lancelot began to prepare to use his next move to attack the immobile me.

Frante, whose left arm was mutilated and was seriously injured on the ground, frantically mobilized the last trace of strength in his body in order to stand up, but the muscles burst out, and a large amount of blood gushed out from the wound again, and in an instant, this iron-blooded man was overwhelmed by the loss of blood and lost consciousness.

At the same time, Nataya staggered to her feet and tried to send out magic to stop Lancelot, but unfortunately before she could mobilize her magic, Lancelot released the Prison of Fear, only to see a black mist trapping Nataya, she instantly froze in place, through the gap in the black fog, you can even see the horror and distortion on her face, the Prison of Fear can trigger the greatest fear in people's hearts, so that people are eroded by the dark energy, and then slowly lose consciousness, leaving only a shell.

Seeing my teammates in a predicament, I became more and more anxious, and frantically mobilized the power of the flame dragon in my body. Seeing Lancelot attacking me again, Avina was desperate to block the attack for me.

But what I didn't expect was that the magic that was going to attack me hit Avina's body in the next second, and I saw a smile on the corner of Lancelot's mouth, oh my eye, his target was actually Avina! This is haunted by evil spirits, this evil spirit will eat away at her soul, if you don't destroy me quickly, her soul will be slowly devoured by evil spirits and disappear into this world completely. Think of it, how chilling the pain of the soul must be!"

Looking at the partner and beloved in front of me who were struggling in pain and fear, my eyes were cracked, and I felt the anger in my chest burn my mind, and the next moment, there was a buzz in my mind, and a burst of flames gushed out from under my feet, and I unconsciously used the Yan Longteng, grabbed my arms and burned them under the flames, and instantly turned black.

With this power I flew up and got out of the swamp, and without thinking of anything, I pounced on Lancelot, and at the moment I could see nothing in front of me, and I just rushed forward and bit Lancelot with my fists and teeth.

But at this time, I couldn't get close to Lancelot at all, because in the next second, long thorns with blood continued to stretch out on the ground, and I was taken aback, and with my waist strength twisted half a circle in the air, avoiding the stab to my waist and abdomen and the one next to my head, and when I got closer, I realized that this long thorn was like human flesh and blood, covering the skin, and still beating slowly.

Just when I was shocked, unexpectedly, the long thorn on the waist writhed like a tree trunk instantly grew a branch and stabbed me again, and I was stabbed in the flank by surprise, and the movement slowed down, and at this time several long thorns rose from the ground one after another, stabbing at me as if I was self-conscious, and at the last moment, I used the strength of the dragon to protect my body, but I could only be impacted in the flesh and blood thorns that kept stabbing at me, and I couldn't even land, legend has it that no one could get close to the Necromancer, because they would be stabbed to death by the touch of death around him。 The Grim Reaper's Touch poured out of the ground, but its power was terrifying.

But just as I was trying to protect myself from the storm of Death's Touch, Lancelot unleashed another Netherfire fire, and in an instant I saw a huge green ghostfire flying towards me.

It seemed slow, but the Grim Reaper's Touch, which had no time to retract along the way, writhed wildly and even exploded the moment it touched it, and you could see how terrifying this move was.

I couldn't avoid it at all, I could only use my body to carry this move, and at this moment I could feel bursts of flames tearing wildly on my body, it was different from my high-temperature flames, cold to the bone, but it was strongly corrosive, and just a few big holes were corroded into my body, which was already much thinner by the impact of the Grim Reaper's Touch.

Now I could feel the pain of those frantic writhing death's touches that had just been attacked, yes, my flesh seemed to be doused with concentrated sulfuric acid, and I only had time to see them slowly disappear, and then I could only feel a heart-rending pain in my body after a slow beat, and in an instant I could only fall to the ground, and the pain even made me incapacitated.

Lancelot watched us all fall upside down, struggling and struggling, unable to even get close to him. The smile on his face faded away, and so did the glimmer of anticipation he had for me.

"Is that the only strength? You're still too weak. Lancelot said lightly

From beginning to end, he didn't even move.

Tired of this kind of unresisted battle, and even showing a hint of disappointment with me, he looked at the demon sword in his hand, and in an instant, powerful magic surged.

Towards us, he swung the demon's sword.