Tens of thousands of unjust ghosts flew more and more rapidly over the battlefield; The blood-colored rivers crisscrossing the ground are churning and rushing more rapidly; The air was filled with all kinds of thick smell of blood and carrion. The strange atmosphere on the entire battlefield became more and more intense.

Han Feng no longer dared to wait and see the changes with peace of mind, this scene did not look good. This huge and strange magic array didn't seem to have officially started yet, but its current shape was enough to make Han Feng feel frightened.

It seems that he still underestimates the skills and formation level of the masters in this world. Han Feng had to start making some preparations in advance. He immediately picked out seven or eight demon cores of the same attribute from the medicine jar, and then quickly condensed various soul void talismans, and then punched into each demon core. At this time, Han Feng planned to set up a protective formation, so as not to be really caught off guard by the sudden danger for a while.

Just as Han Feng began to prepare for the arrangement of his defensive formation, as those blood-colored rivers rushed rapidly, the blood water seemed to begin to evaporate in the violent tumbling and boiling, and a layer of misty blood mist began to rise on the ground. The souls that flew back and forth in the sky were even more shrouded and impregnated by this layer of blood mist, and they were dyed with a layer of blood red color. The sky over the entire battlefield suddenly became bloody.

With a strange incantation, a dark figure loomed in the rising blood-colored mist. Han Feng immediately sensed clearly, the necromancer who had been hiding had finally appeared.

The sound of the necromancer's incantation shrouded in a black cloak was very rapid. After only two or three breaths, the sound of the incantation had disappeared, and with it, a vast and powerful energy wave rippled in the center of the entire battlefield. This invisible energy fluctuated at an extremely fast speed, and everywhere it passed, all the blood shadows that were flying rapidly immediately froze, as if they had been suddenly frozen in the air.

The blood-colored river crisscrossing the ground was already rushing at a terrifying speed, and the rapid rush of blood water emitted a sharp whistling wind. These rivers of blood have become true blood channels, and these blood channels are emitting a blood-colored light.

In Han Feng's induction, the ground of the entire battlefield was intertwined with this stream of blood light. As the blood light gradually shone, there were even more huge streams of energy flowing along these blood-colored channels. And the shining blood light on the ground reflected the sky of the entire battlefield, like a huge blood-colored ball of light rising from the ground enveloping the entire battlefield.

Although hiding in the medicine jar, relying on the sense of the outside world, Han Feng could still feel the heavy pressure. The Wind Shadow Fox below, who was protected by Bi Yungang shot out of the medicine jar, looked a little uneasy. There was a definite look of horror in its eyes, which came from the awe of its immense power in its nature.

Under the shroud of Bi Yungang, the originally extremely weak demon warrior Moon, not only did his injuries begin to improve greatly, but he also regained a lot of strength. But he was still lying on the back of the Wind Shadow Fox, not daring to move.

Although the back of the Wind Shadow Fox was soft and warm, Moon had only fear in his heart. This is only a fifth-level demonic beast, and it is also the strongest of the fifth-level demonic beasts. Even when Moon was in full state of his fighting spirit, he didn't dare to say that he was sure to escape under the claws of this fifth-level Wind Shadow Fox, let alone that he was still seriously injured and had not healed.

What's more, Moon could also see that he was still rescued by the weird flying mysterious jar and the Wind Shadow Fox. Although I don't know why this Wind Shadow Fox wanted to save me, now that I am weak, I can only rely on it to escape. However, the extremely terrifying and weird mutation scene on the battlefield almost frightened Moon, who had always thought he was bold, and he didn't dare to act rashly.

From the moment the blood-colored light emanated, there was a slight "whoosh" sound on the pale green blue clouds. As the blood-colored light became stronger and stronger, the sound on Biyungang became louder and louder, and even, with the naked eye, a layer of faint green green smoke could be seen rising up on the outer layer of Biyungang, as if it had been splashed with water on the reddish iron plate.

Obviously, the lethality of this blood-colored light is also extraordinary. Fortunately, although Bi Yungang is not known for its protective power, it is also strong enough, and the consumption of the medicine tank aura is not large.

A strange and ugly shrill laugh came from under the necromancer's black cloak,

"Lord Abdul-Jabbar, how long are you going to wait? Don't forget, this is a joint plan between your Dark Empire and our Wizarding Alliance. There are also four Clerics of Light here, and this composite magic array can only temporarily cut them off from the outside world. Those pesky old guys in the Church of Light have very sharp noses, you must speed up your movements, but don't waste the flesh and soul of the tens of thousands of warriors sacrificed by the Dark Empire. ......"

As the necromancer's unpleasant sound like scraping glass fell, not far from him, a tall figure with brown-red hair slowly emerged from the ground. His appearance was rather eerie, and although it appeared to be coming out of the ground, there was no hole in the ground beneath him.

The face of this originally cold General Abdul-Jabbar became extremely pale at this moment, and when he looked at the blood-light channel formed by the blood-colored river on the ground under his feet, his originally indifferent eyes were full of sadness. After all, these rivers of blood are the flesh and blood of the two most elite legionnaires under his command.

General Abdul-Jabbar did not respond to the necromancer's words, he just looked at the river of blood at his feet in silence and sadness, and silently took off a black gold medal hanging from his chest. As the right hand holding the Black Gold Medal turned white with exertion, bright red blood oozed from his palm, apparently the sharp edge of the Black Gold Medal pierced his palm.

Bright red blood quickly stained the black gold medallion, and then, a black flame burst out of the medallion. Immediately, General Jabbar's right hand was enveloped in this black flame. A roasting squeak sounded, and General Abdul-Jabbar's right hand quickly turned red in the black flames.

Strangely, the black flames did not seem to scorch the palm, but instead made Jabbar's right hand become redder and redder under the burning, while Jabbar's face became more and more pale, as if the blood color of his whole body was concentrated on the right hand wrapped in black fire.

Jabbar, whose face was full of pain, knelt down and raised his right hand high, and the black flames burning on it were like torches being raised, "Great Dark God! Your humble slave thirsts for your help! Venerable Night Stalker, come! ”

There seemed to be great pain in this hoarse roar. But with that sound came a sudden explosion of black flames in Abdul-Jabbar's right hand.

The black flames that suddenly exploded several times in size immediately wrapped the entire right arm raised by Jabbar, and Jabbar finally couldn't help but let out a scream of pain. With his screams, his entire right arm quickly disappeared in the black flames.

Abdul-Jabbar, who had lost his right arm, immediately fell to the ground, his whole body trembling violently, and there was no trace of blood on his pale face.

The black flame was suspended in mid-air, and the black gold medal in the center had disappeared, but there was a deep dark shadow that seemed to absorb all the light, making the center of this dazzling black flame on the outside was an endless deep black.

While he was carefully sensing this qiē Han Feng, now his heart was full of remorse. I knew that Jabbar actually had such a good thing on his body, and he was going to rob some demon warrior.

Looking at the deep shadow in the center of the raging black flame, Han Feng's saliva was about to flow out. Unexpectedly, this black gold medal is a real good thing. Han Feng could clearly sense the extremely pure dark attribute energy contained in the center of the black fire, and more importantly, the deep shadow in the center of the black fire contained incomparably pure soul energy at all.

This deep shadow felt extremely similar to the soul core of the high-level undead lich in the undead realm, and it was composed of high-quality soul essence and incomparably pure soul energy. However, Han Feng could also guess that this black gold medal was probably really refined by the soul core of some powerful creature.

As the black flame burned violently, the surrounding dead qi and blood-colored souls were swept away by this black flame, and the necromancer who had been standing still next to Jabbar also began to move. He raised the black bone staff in his hand, and the small white skull at the tip of the bone staff shone brightly.

As the staff in the necromancer's hand waved, thousands of blood-colored souls in a radius of tens of zhang around him rushed towards the black flame.

A torrent of thousands of blood-colored souls rolled up, as if intending to completely drown the black flames. But that black flame is not rejected by those who come, no matter how many bloody souls rush in, the black flame will be directly devoured. Moreover, the black flame burned more and more vigorously and brightly in the devotion of countless blood-colored souls.

Just as the black flame appeared, the glorious carriage in the distance of the sky moved, silently but extremely quickly, rushing towards this direction. The countless blood-colored souls that rushed over and entangled around the carriage quickly and silently dissolved under the illumination of the blazing holy light of the Bright Saint Crystal, and they could not stop the carriage from advancing.

Just when the black flames were still a hundred feet away, a dazzling white light was already shining directly from the glorious carriage.