Ye Mo gently placed Erin in the softest part of the dragon's abdomen, then slowly stood up, and then set his eyes on the culprit of all this.

During this process, Iwang rarely did not interrupt, and it was not until Yemo had done all this that he shrugged his shoulders and showed a regretful expression: "She is a brave girl, I don't want to hurt her if I can, can you tell me her name......"

"Bang!" Iwan's voice was interrupted by a cold sword light, and Ye Mo's cold eyes stared at him without any emotion.

Iwan frowned, for some reason the night silence in his current state actually gave him a hint of danger, although it was not strong, but it was enough to alert him.

"Are you angry? yes, I would do ......the same if I did," Iwang seemed to say to Ye Mo, and seemed to be muttering to himself, "But I won't show mercy for this reason!"

Iwan lost the nature of the conversation and attacked again.

This time was different from the previous two times, for the first time, he took out his weapon - a huge scythe, the pitch-black blade was full of terrifying aura, the handle and the blade were almost half apart, and the curved arc outlined a cold curve.

With just a glimpse, Ye Mo could know that the level of this scythe was still above the previous silver shield, and he was afraid that it was infinitely close to the gold level.

Iwang with a weapon in hand and his combat power with his bare hands are completely two levels, and Ye Mo didn't even see the former's swing of the knife before he found a sharp pain coming from his left arm, and the huge scythe completely pierced his forearm.

"Your reaction speed seems to have suddenly increased a lot?" Iwan was puzzled, he didn't intend to show mercy to his subordinates, but aimed at Ye Mo's heart.

Just when he saw that he was about to hit, Ye Mo suddenly turned sideways and dodged the fatal blow.

"......" Ye Mo didn't answer Iwan's words, his speed was indeed much stronger than before, and this strength continued.

"Snort" Ye Mo's eyes suddenly flashed with a magic light, and a large amount ......of spiritual power poured out in an instant.

Natal Spell - Undead Enslavement!

"Hum" Iwan's soul shook, this blow was completely unexpected, and the spiritual power from Ye Mo was so majestic that even he was terrified.

Ye Mo didn't waste the opportunity, and a dagger in his dodge hand stabbed at Iwan's eye.

However, the huge scythe of "Ding" blocked the dagger, and Yemo's attack did not succeed.

Not only that, but as the attacker, he was bounced off by the sickle, and his internal organs trembled.

"Poof" A wisp of blood spilled from the corner of Iwan's mouth, and he used some kind of secret technique to forcibly stimulate his potential to wake up from Fang Cai's stunned state, but his soul was also injured to a certain extent.

"Sure enough, you can't be underestimated at any time. Iwan wiped the corners of his mouth.

However, just when he thought he had blocked Yemo's attack, a strong gust of wind suddenly hit the back of his head.

The tail of the demon dragon came behind Iwan at some point, and rolled up fiercely, and the latter, who had just been hit by the undead enslavement and caused his mental power to be less concentrated, did not have time to dodge.

Although Iwan's fists and feet were able to burst the body of the demon dragon before, this did not mean that the demon dragon was not strong, on the contrary, as a fourth-order undead, the body of the demon dragon was comparable to a golden weapon, extremely hard.

With the retraction of the demon dragon's tail, Yi Wang's strength was not able to break free at the first time, plus as a killer, his physical fitness was not particularly outstanding among the status monks, so he was inevitably injured, and his whole body was oozing blood.

Ye Mo looked at this scene coldly, there was no smugness or joy in his eyes, he raised his right hand and shook it in the direction of the demon dragon's tail.

As he was struggling, Iwang suddenly felt a palpitation, and then the earth-shattering sound of an explosion drowned him out.

"Bang" The whole section of the demon dragon's tail exploded instantly!

Ye Mo actually manipulated the demon dragon's body to explode.

Everyone outside the arena was attracted by the loud noise, and temporarily stopped the fight and turned their eyes to it.

"Impossible....... impossible, how could the president die at the hands of this kid?" Igor was the most difficult person to accept, he held his head, exuding a tyrannical aura, and seemed to be mentally unstable.

"Nightmrow defeated the Shadow Guild President?" Freya and the others couldn't believe it.

Only Ye Mo was as calm as ever, and as the initiator of Fang Cai's blow, he knew very well that his attack was not enough to kill Iwan.

"Whew-"

Just as this thought flashed through Ye Mo's mind, a chill suddenly came from his back.

Although Ye Mo had been mentally prepared in advance, he still couldn't dodge this blow.

"Ahem...... a familiar coughing sound came, and Iwan's voice came from behind Ye Mo, "You don't seem surprised at all?"

Ye Mo didn't answer, just turned around and stared at him coldly.

"It's that look again. Iwang Dao and Ye Mo looked at each other, and suddenly raised the scythe in his hand, and the extremely powerful source power converged at the tip of the knife, and the laws around him seemed to be affected and became disordered, "The game time is over, Ye Mo, it's time to send you to hell!"

Although Iwan now looked a little miserable, his face was getting paler, there were several hideous wounds on his abdomen, and his hair was disheveled.

But Ye Mo had no doubt about his combat prowess, which had been seriously injured by the latter's casual blows, and now it was almost desperate when he was serious.

It's just that to Iwan's expectation, Ye Mo didn't choose to escape this time, but half-knelt on the ground, the dagger pierced the index finger, and blood dripped from the air, falling on the severed tail of the demon dragon below.

The moment the blood touched the wound of the demon dragon, it turned into blood marks, like mysterious lines, and it looked like a small magic circle.

Although Iwang was a little uneasy when he saw this scene, he still didn't take it to heart: "No matter what tricks you play, you won't be able to survive this time." ”

Because the next thing to be unleashed was not a normal attack, both began to gain momentum, and the situation temporarily fell into a strange balance.

Only the vortex of source power that continued to rise along the two sides in the air was telling, and the confrontation between the two was told.

The power fluctuations around Iwang became stronger and stronger, and cracks began to appear in the space at the tip of the knife.

And Ye Mo's side was not overwhelmed by Iwan's momentum, he focused on his own changes.

I'm afraid everyone didn't expect that the current Ye Mo is not continuing his strength for his ultimate, but ...... Breakthrough!

Yes, Ye Mo is now trying to cross the threshold from the peak of the Path to the Temple level.

From the moment the demon dragon died, the death source power from this fourth-order undead was constantly entering Ye Mo's body.

Before, Iwang said that he felt that Ye Mo's speed had increased a lot, not because of his illusion, but because Ye Mo was indeed getting stronger.

The number of nodes in Ye Mo's body has now broken through the three thousand mark, reaching three thousand one hundred and ninety-seven.

At this time, his long-awaited sense of breakthrough finally appeared, and the opportunity for the bloodline of the Heart Execution God to advance at the same time as the sense of breakthrough of the source force cultivation finally appeared.

Therefore, Ye Mo let go of all distractions and concentrated on absorbing the origin of death in the demon dragon's body.

He wants to use the supernatural powers in his bloodline after the breakthrough to fight against Iwan.