After the blade jumped off the cliff, before the man could hit the ground, he shot an arrow at Ferrun in mid-air. And the movement on the cliff had already alarmed the necromancer in front of the white bone teleportation array, he looked up and saw a feathered arrow shooting, and quickly waved the bone staff, and a white bone claw appeared in front of him out of thin air in an instant, and slapped towards the feather arrow.

The feather arrow was slapped to the ground by the white bone claw, and the blade also landed on the ground and fell into the valley. Seeing this, he frowned slightly, drew three feathered arrows from the quiver behind his back, bent his bow and arrows, and with a whoosh, shot three arrows at the same time in a very tricky and strange way, and took Ferrun directly from different directions on the front and sides.

The three feathered arrows made an extremely loud sound of breaking through the air during the flight, and there were also bursts of light flickering on the arrow cluster, and these three feathered arrows were shot after being infused with fighting qi by the sharp blade.

Ferrun slammed his staff, and immediately four walls of bones rose from under his feet, holding him firmly in the center. At the same time, the white bone hand in front of him flickered and clawed, whistling and grasping at the blade.

After the three feather arrows hit the wall of bones, the fighting energy on the arrow cluster was detonated, and in the roaring explosion, three of the four walls of white bones collapsed, and the three feathered arrows were also blown to pieces. Under the impact of the air wave caused by the aftermath of the explosion, Ferrun couldn't help but kick back a few steps until he hit the only remaining wall of bones behind him.

After the necromancer hit the wall of bones, the huge impact made him feel a pain in his back, his head was dizzy, and his jaw was open, and a small cloud of death energy that made up his life spurted out of his mouth like vomiting blood. But that's all, although Ferrun was injured, it was not serious. But he knew in his heart that if it weren't for the wall of bones, he would not be able to survive if he was really shot by an arrow with such great power, even if it was just an arrow.

Thinking of this, Ferrun's heart tightened, and he hurriedly urged the magic power, and after beating the staff again, and raising the three walls of white bones, he was a little relieved.

The sharp blade on the other side saw the white bone claw attacking, and the figure flashed, and the whole person disappeared from the spot, and the white bone hand and claw suddenly caught the air. When the figure of the blade reappeared more than ten meters away, it was already ready to shoot an arrow towards the white bone claw that had grabbed him again.

With a bang, the feather arrow hit the white bone claw, exploding a sky full of bone powder.

"Stop him!" Ferrun chanted a lengthy, obscure magic spell as he spread his mental fluctuations throughout the valley.

The undead in the valley finally reacted after receiving Ferrun's order, and they screamed silently and rushed to the blade like a tide.

Blade could see that the magic that Ferrun was chanting was a powerful spell that tended to be chanted for a long time, and that the best way to deal with it was to interrupt the casting process. Faced with the swarming undead who stood between him and Ferrune, Blade decided to fight quickly. He threw away his longbow and the quiver behind his back, raised his head to the sky and let out a war howl, quickly went into a frenzy, and then rushed forward.

The skeletons and zombies at the bottom of the undead power couldn't stop the mad blades. However, because they were so numerous, and because they had no wisdom and no fear, they fought to the death, and in the end they still held back the pace of the blade. As the blade was about to reach the Wall of Bones, Ferrun completed one of his most powerful undead spells, Death Devouring.

Ferrun picked up the bone staff in his hand and pointed at the blade, which suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and a feeling of extreme danger enveloped him. He hurriedly ducked to dodge, but two ghost claws suddenly appeared on the ground and grabbed his ankles. Then the ground erupted into a large cloud of gray mist, sweeping towards him. At the last moment, the blade roared, stretched out a fighting shield, and in an instant he was engulfed in the gray mist.

This gray mist covered an area of more than ten meters, engulfing dozens of undead who were besieging the blade. The gray mist rolled endlessly, and from time to time there was a strange sound of clicking in the fog, and after a few breaths, the gray mist suddenly shrank, and then suddenly rose, and disappeared completely in an instant.

When the gray fog cleared, the dozens of undead who had been encased in it were gone, and only shattered bones and shriveled corpses could be seen. It turned out that the clicking sound that sounded in the gray fog just now was the sound of skeleton soldiers and zombies being torn apart and disintegrated by the death energy contained in the gray mist.

And among the broken bones and corpses everywhere, a young figure stood tall.

"You...... You've actually blocked the fifth-order magic 'Death Devouring'!" Faryn cried out in disbelief when he saw that the blade was still alive.

Fifth-order magic is already an extremely high-level magic, and you must know that among the many magic spells that Ferrun has mastered, there is only one that has reached the fifth order. The sixth-order magic above can generally be mastered by a ninth-level magister. As for the magic of the seventh rank and above, it is the magic that only the mages who have stepped into the holy level are qualified to cultivate.

Although the blade blocked the 'Death Devouring', it looked very embarrassed at the moment. The Dou Qi shield he held up had long since been shattered, and the originally soft and smooth mane on his body was extremely messy, and it had lost its former luster. In addition, there were several parts of his body that seemed to have been splashed with strong acid, charred black, and green smoke was emitting, and the mane covering his body disappeared, revealing the flesh underneath.

The gray mist had nearly emptied the undead between the blades and the wall of bones, and now only a handful of the undead were still in their way. The sharp stabbing sensation from all over his body burned the nerves of the blade, and he endured the pain, and while the other undead had not yet surrounded him, he rushed forward, knocked down the undead, and reached the wall of bones.

The blade roared, swinging its fist and slamming it into the wall of bones. A tiny crack suddenly appeared on the wall of the Wall of Bones, and the crack expanded in an instant, spreading in all directions in the form of a spider web, and finally exploded into dozens of pieces with a bang.

As he slammed his fist into the wall of bones, Ferrun, seeing that the situation was not good, cast a flying spell on himself. As soon as the blade shattered the wall of bones, Ferrun soared into the air. The mage class can soar into the sky at the seventh level with its flying magic, while the warrior class needs to enter the holy level and cultivate its fighting spirit to level 10 before it can use its fighting spirit to isolate gravity and fly in the sky. Therefore, the blade, which could not rise into the air, could only stare at the heavenly Ferrun and let out a roar at him. But then Blade seemed to think of something, and began to look around, looking for something on the ground.

The necromancer, suspended in the air, looked terrified. He knew that he couldn't defeat the werewolf warrior in front of him, so he couldn't help but set his sights on another battlefield, hoping that the undead thieves could turn around and deal with the werewolf warrior after killing the human female knight.