As early as when he was eroded by the plague clouds, Loheim found that these poison clouds not only caused the poisoning effect, but also made his nerves sluggish, and his body tissues were much weaker, as if he was about to fall asleep. [Latest chapter reading.]

So he judged that this was a kind of necromancy spell that slowly corroded the body, and the biggest feature of this type of spell was that if he was allowed to stay within the control of the poisonous cloud, then even a giant dragon would sooner or later be devoured by all life.

But contrary to this slow process, the effect of poison clouds in a short period of time is not very large.

So he made the bold decision to suck all the poison clouds into his body and spit them out in an instant.

Clearly, he was right.

The numbness was fading away, like a person stepping back from the steps.

However, it is undeniable that although the poison cloud did not hurt him so much, his body was still affected a lot, so that the monstrous fighting spirit also dimmed a little, he half-squatted on the ground, began to gasp for breath, and the muscles on his body were also trembling.

The time he needed most now was to wait for his strong body to filter out all these toxins, as the prince's personal guard, he was not only outstanding in martial arts, but also trained in highly toxic drugs, one for the safety of the allegiance, and the other was to quickly recover his combat effectiveness when he encountered the current situation. This period was his weakest moment.

His opponent certainly wouldn't let him breathe so comfortably.

Accompanied by the fluttering chant of Athena. Countless gray bone fragments swirled wildly above her head, and strange black winds swirled around it, and the cacophony of clashing and rubbing against each other made tiny bumps rise on her skin.

Loheim looked at it calmly, his expression calm.

The wind above was as muddy as ink, eerie and terrifying.

Athena stretched out her white hand and pointed coldly in the direction of Loheim. The black mass of ground that covered a range of more than ten meters rushed forward with a howl that broke through the air.

Necromancy - Bone Blade Fluttering!

It combines the lethality and speed of wind magic with the corrosive effects of dark magic.

Loheim crouched on the ground motionless, he just lowered his head and pressed his mouth and nose slightly to his chest.

The thick black wind enveloped him head and tail in it, as if it had swallowed him, and a series of sharp grinding sounds rang out even more than before. It seemed to rattle metal that was harder than a bone blade.

When the magic effect faded away, the sight that was revealed made Athena's heart sink.

The ground ravaged by necromancy was charred black, with blade marks of varying lengths crisscrossing the ground. There was only one exception, and that was the source of that blue violation. Lohaim smiled, his body was strong enough to defend against most attacks of lower levels than him, this was his value as a swordsman, as long as he was alive, even if he had a breath left, he could hold out more than the enemy!

The blue on his cheeks slowly faded, and gradually the color of blood appeared, and it was clear that it would not be long before. He'll be back to normal.

Sempke was clearly aware of Loheim's state and knew that he had to stop the other, and he didn't make a sound. He rushed forward, drew the sword he was wearing, and slashed at the latter's head.

Behind him came two undead swordsmen, who drew their swords and matched Simpuk in the same movements, encircling the formidable foe in front of him in a zigzag pattern.

They are well aware. Loheim is now extremely strong. Once he returns to his original level, then. What they face is going to be a catastrophe.

The corners of Loheim's mouth pulled out a little mockery, and he didn't even lift his eyelids as he watched the slashing sword.

"Boom!"

The blue fighting qi and the steel sword clashed, sending out a crisp impact.

The green fire in Sempke's eyes jumped sharply a few times, and he was bounced back a few steps by the huge anti-shock force.

The attacks of the two undead swordsmen were no different from his, as if the blue aura was not a fighting aura, but a layer of steel.

Their experience was the same as that of Adozimath, a "Fighting Qi Barrier" that only swordsmen who had reached level 9 or above could cultivate, and on the battlefield, they relied on this skill to defeat soldiers dozens of times their own body alone.

The undead swordsmen didn't seem to give up their insistence, and they were still slashing at the body under the shield of the fighting spirit.

Loheim's face was getting better and better, first his fingers moved, then his wrist began to move slowly, and then his arm...... Seeing this, the undead swordsmen became even more frantic in their actions, and they were desperately trying to contain this terrifying enemy.

But it was in vain, and Loheim's body slowly stood up, and the blue fighting spirit was boiling again like boiling water in a pot.

His eyes sparkled, and his posture changed from half-squatting to bending.

Finally, he was completely upright.

A sense of rebirth excitement swelled in my chest.

He glanced at the two undead swordsmen faintly, then raised his hand and slashed twice.

There was no suspense, the undead were slashed a few meters away by the huge impact force, the long sword in their hands was also broken, and a large piece of the armor on their chest was deflated, if it was a living person, it would be too dead to die.

Loheim frowned suddenly, and turned to look at Athena, who was standing behind several undead acolytes in charge of protection, and began to chant in a low voice again.

Although Loheim is now on guard against the other party's attack with the same spell, he is also a little afraid of the mysterious and strange undead magic. The presence of Athena was undoubtedly a great threat to him.

Seeing that Athena's chant was approaching the end, his eyes flashed, and the blue fighting spirit on his body swept through like a violent wind, and then he suddenly raised his foot and stepped on it again!

"Boom!"

It was as if an invisible hammer had slammed into the ground. The loud vibration made Athena stand unsteadily shake a few times, and the magic was interrupted instantly, and the instantaneous backlash made her cheeks pale, and she opened her mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell limply to the ground.

Loheim smiled deeply, everything was under his control.

He was just about to walk over and end the other person's life once and for all. I took a step forward, but I was stopped by a voice shouting, "Hey, are you looking for me?"

He looked up and saw a blonde boy standing on the porch on the third floor.

Lemmon smiled at him. Throwing his head inward, he said, "There are traps on this floor, if you have the courage, then come up to me yourself." ”

Traps?

Loheim suddenly laughed, this sentence was obviously stimulating himself to go up, but he proudly straightened his chest, even if there was really a trap, so what? In the face of absolute strength, any tricks and tricks could not turn the tide.

He walked up the stairs for a moment. I found the door to that room.

Standing here, he smiled coldly, not because the sturdy, cold wooden door still had iron bars nailed to it. It's because there are a total of three magic arrays on it.

Insect carving skills.

Do you think that's going to stop me?

Clench your fists, turn your waist, and swing hard!

"Bang!"

Sawdust flew everywhere, whether it was iron bars or prohibitions, all of which were smashed to pieces by him with a single punch.

He stepped into the room with a sense of ambition.

Traps?

Suddenly. The corners of his eyes jumped. Then the body involuntarily bends downwards and is pressed down little by little. Fine beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead, and his expression became extremely difficult.

"Did you disturb me?" a hoarse, deep voice rang in his ears.

"I finally fell asleep once, and you dare to disturb me!"

In the inconspicuous corner, a miserable white hand lifted the long black hair that fell down, the head of the cutter was slowly rising, the unfocused eyes were slowly opening wide, there was no blood on the face, and the lips were chapped with a few dry stripes. He smiled strangely, but a low voice came out of his mouth: "Tiny fellow, offer your earth soul as compensation." ”

Loheim was like carrying a boulder on his back, his body was getting lower and lower, and his knees were forced to kneel on the ground, and a sense of humiliation suddenly came to his heart. This paralyzing feeling that seemed to choke his throat came from nowhere, as if it was a worm that had been dormant in his body for a long time, and now it all crawled out at once. The coercion was not only his body, but also his will and soul.

It was as if he was confronted by a god and himself a lowly being, and although he was sane, his body did not listen to his commands, desperately resisting his orders.

"No, I can throw in the towel. He roared, and his body surged up again.

Sticker let out a soft "huh", but then, with longing in his eyes, his tongue sticking out and licking his lower lip.

At this moment, downstairs, Athena raised a hand with difficulty, took out a magic crystal from the spatial ring, and then spit out a short spell at the upstairs.

"Body failure!"

It's a psychic attack.

There was a shock in Luo Haim's mind, and the fighting qi barrier on his body shook, but this was extremely short-lived, if he was in normal times, he could almost ignore this dizziness, but at this moment, a dagger poked out of the shadows, and at the moment when the fighting spirit flashed, it stabbed hard at his neck, and penetrated, and the sharp tip poked out from the other end of his neck,

The assassination of Adozimath! He had finally waited for his chance!

Almost at the same time, Loheim showed an angry expression and punched back, sending Adosimat flying like a cannonball, and then all the strength slowly dissipated with the wound.

I sighed secretly in my heart, could it be that my persistence ended here... In the strange smile of Stitch, he felt as if his soul had been pulled out by a huge pull, and then plunged into the boundless dark abyss.