After Simon left the Holy Light Battlefield, Dylan and the others obviously felt the pressure double!

There's a super wind magister here, at least they're moving much faster. Now, they can only rely on their hoarding of wind-based magic scrolls to ensure that they are still agile enough.

Dylan is okay, he is a shadow mage himself, and he moves extremely fast, but those fire, earth, and water mages are not so easy.

Although they did stock up on a lot of magic scrolls, each magic scroll was time-sensitive, and when the time came, the effect would be gone.

Even if they have stockpiled goods, they can't afford to consume them uncontrollably.

Just when the situation was extremely difficult, Dylan and the others suddenly felt that there seemed to be a lot of pressure around them.

The originally ubiquitous Holy Light Runes disappeared nearly half of them at once, and the remaining runes were also dimmed a lot by the golden light.

Dylan was overjoyed, knowing that Simon must have succeeded in sabotaging Klat's plan, although at this time, he didn't know what was going on, but at least Simon prevented the situation from going in a worse direction.

The eight-winged envoy roared angrily: "Waste, it's all a bunch of waste! I can't even look down on a magic circle, what's the use of you!"

The sound was so loud that it shook the ground.

Dylan and the others were already at the end of the crossbow, and their bodies and spirits were almost on the verge of collapse, and at this time, they were hit by that terrifying sound, and the magic elements in their bodies were suddenly chaotic, and many people were pale, and their combat effectiveness was greatly reduced.

Dylan, Aofeng, and Robben, the god of thunder, are in a relatively better situation, but the others are not so lucky.

In particular, the dwarven king Oliver relied entirely on brute force and a variety of intricately crafted mechanical devices to deal with the powerful attacks of the Eight-Winged Envoy.

At this time, Oliver covered his ears, his expression was extremely painful, and he fell on Lin at once, and between his hands, blood was slowly flowing from his ears.

Seeing this, Ao Feng and Dylan hurriedly came to the old king's side.

Dylan hurriedly took out the alchemy potion and poured it into Oliver's mouth

He had divided the types of alchemy medicines he had brought out of Garcia's underground palace in advance, and what he gave Oliver to drink at this time was an excellent self-healing drug, which could make people have extremely strong self-healing abilities in a short period of time.

After Oliver drank the alchemy potion, his face quickly improved, and his expression of extreme pain slowly disappeared, replaced by a burst of comfort

Seeing that Oliver's situation had stabilized, both Dylan and his son couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

If the dwarven king really has three strengths and two weaknesses, then how can the two of them have the face to return to the Gomol Mountains?

The eight-winged roar ended, and the golden armor on the surface of the body, as well as the four pairs of golden wings behind him, began to change color rapidly, gradually turning from gold to white at the beginning.

Moreover, the holy light in the air quickly disappeared, and the figure of the eight-winged envoy began to fly upwards uncontrollably.

Obviously, this envoy who entered the Earth Realm in violation of regulations is about to be sent back to the God Realm!

However, the eight-winged envoy was still unwilling, and the wings behind him kept waving, wanting to continue to rush towards Dylan and the others, but he found that he couldn't compete with that force of order at all!

"You ants, you dare to blaspheme the gods, you all deserve to die!" the eight-winged envoy roared angrily, the holy light sword in his hand kept swinging, and the remaining holy light shot towards the ground.

However, without the blessing and assistance of the Holy Light Sacrifice Circle, the Holy Light emitted by the Eight Wings was obviously much weaker.

Therefore, when those holy lights hit the ground, although they did cause some damage, they were not as powerful as before.

Those great magisters also relied on their last bit of strength to barely dodge.

At this time, the eight-winged envoy could not even reach the level of a broken god, and his strength could only be regarded as similar to Simon.

Not far away, Thunder God Robben's eyes were cold, looking at the eight-winged envoy who was constantly flying high into the sky.

Then he turned into a bolt of lightning and rushed forward.

Dylan and Aofeng were stunned, they didn't quite understand what Robben wanted to do.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Dylan's mind, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

"Could it be that he wants to take advantage of this opportunity to kill this eight-winged envoy?" Dylan muttered to himself.

Although the voice was very good, Ao Feng on the side heard it very clearly: "This is indeed a rare opportunity! The holy light is dim, and the eight-winged envoy is controlled by force majeure, and his strength is naturally weakened a lot, at this time, it is a good opportunity to kill him in one fell swoop!"

"However, this eight-winged envoy is only a carrier of the God of Light, not his essence. Isn't Robben afraid that when he returns to the divine realm, he will be hunted down by the God of Light?"

Ao Feng was a little incomprehensible about this.

Dylan said indifferently: "If I were Robben, I would do the same! Anyway, it is already a situation with the other party that is not going to die, so it is better to take this opportunity to kill one of the opponent's strong reinforcements and export evil anger!"

When Ao Feng heard this, he lowered his head and pondered, but did not answer.

While the father and son were talking, Robben had already come to the side of the Eight-Winged Envoy.

He sneered and looked at the eight-winged envoy with contempt.

In the next moment, Robben's momentum reached its peak in an instant, his whole body was completely surrounded by electric light, and the surface of his body turned a strange silver-white. It was clear that he had been hiding until now, and at this time he had finally waited for the perfect opportunity to kill the Eight-Winged Emissary in one fell swoop.

"What are you going to do!" roared the Eight-Winged Herald.

"What are you doing?" Robben sneered again, "Naturally, I killed you!"

As soon as the words fell, a sword of thunder and lightning appeared in Robben's hand, and the lightning flashed away, and the sword of thunder and lightning instantly pierced into the heart of the eight-winged envoy

"No!" the eight-winged envoy let out an angry roar, and then dense cracks began to appear on his body, and finally only a loud "boom" was heard, and the eight-winged envoy instantly exploded in the air.

But the angry voice of the God of Light came from the air: "Robben, when you return to the God Realm, you will definitely regret it!"

Then, the holy light in the sky disappeared completely, and everything returned to its original state.

Obviously, the passage between the two realms has been closed, and the will of the God of Light has also returned to the divine realm.

Robben looked up at the vast sky and said in a low voice: "It's not your turn to meddle in the affairs of this world! Even if I come here, I will try not to ask about everything here, this is order!"

After finishing these, the thunder god who still stayed in the earth realm for some reason returned to Lin Mian and came to the side of Liulun's father and son Errao.

At this time, Dylan and Ao Feng had not yet come to their senses, and looked at Robben blankly.

Robben smiled indifferently and said to Ao Feng: "I'll give you something!"

Then, he stuffed something for Ao Feng, and Ao Feng looked at it, and it was an extremely beautiful feather with wings!