Last Judgment.

Strategic Legion Magic.

It is difficult to say whether it is the most powerful or not.

But the striking surface instantly spread to a radius of kilometers, and this magic was the undisputed first.

Whether it is in the old world or in the world of the four elements of the main god.

The Last Judgment all means the power of terror.

Xu Zhi didn't know what was going on in Sandru's head.

In addition to Sandru, Caiitlin, and the five outsiders in this kilometer, there may be a few wandering zombies on the edge.

In total, more than a dozen creatures are worth bombarding with this magic.

No one can hide from it.

It's a magic that doesn't distinguish between friend and foe, and even the caster himself has to take the damage of it.

Xu Zhi only had time to turn the spell to the cloak and pull it, blocking in front of everyone.

A faint magical glow rose from the cloak, and then it shattered.

The heat wave and the impact of the huge explosion came, and the uncomfortable Xu Zhi wanted to vomit blood.

The world in my eyes turned red.

Time came quickly, but it passed very slowly.

It's like walking in slow motion.

Xu Zhi could smell the smell of his burnt hair, and he could also see the clothes on his body shattering.

The spiritual shield on his head could not withstand the power of the explosion, and with a 'click', he was torn apart by the impact.

Countless dust was flying in the air, mixed with wind and sand, mixed with fine stones, and fragments of passively detonated electromagnetic blasters, which collided with the internal air protection layer from time to time.

The rising internal qi was forced back into the surface of the body, leaving only a faint thin light, and the originally polished extremely pure internal qi seemed to be able to be compressed again.

He also heard the crunch of bones, and the huge impact of the moment made him press on who behind him.

The body flew out more than ten meters like a rag sack.

smashed to the ground, and Xu Zhi's mind cleared up.

Everything in vision slowly turned back to normal.

A stream of heat gushes out of the nostrils.

Xu Zhi snorted, as if every part of his body had been hit by a giant hammer, and there was a feeling of pain.

His eyes were a little blurry, his eardrums were buzzing, and Xu Zhi felt that he might be deaf.

Turning his head slightly, he looked behind him.

Four groups of undistinguishable figures of men and women squirmed slightly on the ground.

Not dead yet.

This is perhaps the biggest piece of good news.

Shaking his head, Xu Zhi pulled out several fragments inserted into his body.

A medical magic slapped on him, his body seemed to be much more comfortable, and Xu Zhi staggered to his feet.

Staggered a few steps.

There seemed to be a scream of 'ahhhhh

Xu Zhi looked up, only to see Caitlyn's wings in the air flapping weakly twice from time to time, and the charred body smashed down as if in free fall.

"I'll be able to control Sandru's magic release, I'm going to do it."

Looking at Caitlin, who fell to the point of blurred flesh and blood, and didn't know life and death, Xu Zhi spit out.

This partner is really unreliable.

The only effect is presumably to recognize the magic unleashed by Sandru.

This reminded Xu Zhi a little.

With experience in the dream world, as well as Somla's teaching of magical symbols and general explanations, he can make the fastest responses.

The magic of the spell turned to the cloak weakened, and the protection of the internal qi barely allowed their group to escape.

Compared with a few companions, Xu Zhi felt that his fate was much better.

Perhaps the anti-demonic properties that radiated from it played an important role.

At least he was in good health, not blackened, not charred, and covered with a few thin cloths.

Shoot out the sparks on everyone's bodies, and a muffled snort came, at least Xu Zhi knew who and whom.

The helmet with a spiritual shield and the head was fairly well preserved, which was probably the only place where the four of them were less injured.

Including Yan Jinbai, they are now half-dead, their bodies are scorched to varying degrees, and large areas of skin have turned black.

The tactical protective suit worn outside the body has been burned and twisted.

The fire-resistant tactical suit did not protect against the onslaught of the flames of Doomsday.

But at least the fire didn't spread quickly, the place where the clothes were dressed was not scorched, and I didn't have to go to the hospital for extensive skin repair after leaving the ruins.

tore and tore and tore to solve the fate of several people who were burned to death when they were half unconscious.

Xu Zhi sat paralyzed on the ground, thought about it, touched everyone's heartbeat and pulse again, and one person slapped a medical magic and poured another energy liquid.

Hexis's sixth-level healing potion was taken out, and Xu Zhi poured it down.

With a talent for regeneration, healing and medical magic, Xu Zhi didn't expect that he would need to use healing potions one day.

Thanks to the generous Hexis.

All kinds of items are really prepared, and they are always useful.

After five or six points of recovery, Xu Zhi let out a long breath.

From time to time on the battlefield, he unleashed the Holy Chanting Technique, and his mana was almost to the edge.

The energy helmet that can provide fifteen mana points is also used by Xu Zhi.

Xu Zhi was about to continue to give medical treatment to everyone, when he suddenly heard a 'bang' sound, and in the dust, a bony hand stretched out.

Bones as white as jade.

It's Sandru.

Xu Zhi's pupils shrank.

At the center of the explosion, the old lich was not dead, but was buried under the sand in the crater of the explosion.

If you dare to unleash this magic, you naturally have the means to protect yourself.

Perhaps Sandru's reliance is on his skeleton torso, which is like a golden stone, and he is not afraid of dying with others.

"Hahaha, all dead, all dead, don't accept the price of peace, that's death, hahaha."

More than three hundred meters away, Sandru stretched out his hands from the ground and gouged out his head again, and the old lich let out a long laugh of presumptuousness.

Looking at the crack in the other party's skeleton, Xu Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, this old guy will be hurt after all.

This kind of magic that kills a thousand enemies and damages eight hundred, whoever plays it is unlucky.

Sandru

Xu Zhi shouted.

"You're not dead, it can't be."

Sandru turned his head and saw Xu Zhi carrying a long stick, digging hard with both hands for a while, desperately drilling out.

"Damn heaven and earth, it must be a lack of magic energy, and this magic has been weakened again, damn it."

"Be honest with me, Qianjun."

The stick method that weighed more than a thousand jun fell, Xu Zhi's hands were numb from the shock, and the person did a somersault.

Sandru, who had just been cut out of the soil, was buried again.

"Your attack won't break my body at all."

A stick fell, and Sandru, who was buried in the soil, had an idea in his heart, he couldn't beat others, and others didn't want to kill him.

As a great necromancer, you may not be good at strength or martial arts, but you must be in good health.

At least you can't die when you're beaten.

"I still have the Vulcan Sword."

Xu Zhi muttered and knocked the old lich to the ground, and there was a faint muttering sound of the old lich being very unconvinced.

Stretching the surrounding soil a little and burying Sandru down, Xu Zhi looked around to check it out.

Caitlyn said that Vulcan could restrain Sandru, and he hoped that the unreliable would be a little more reliable.

It's better to be like Vidnina and be honest with the last sword. Fupin Chinese