The gray threads intertwined into arms in the air, scrambling towards the two of them, like abyssal ghosts who couldn't wait to pull them into the endless darkness together. It's just that the arm hasn't advanced much, and the fireballs explode on the gray line, and countless sparks fall and annihilate with the ignited gray line, which looks quite aesthetic.

Lu Kaifeng didn't move, at this time he was closing his eyes, carefully perceiving the entire hall. He tried to expand the area, but beyond the temple there was not the imaginary earth, sand and stones, but an infinite void, a darkness. No matter how far he spread his perception, the entire space seemed to be only this one piece of matter, floating in a black ocean. It's just that this black sea makes him feel a little uncomfortable.

Thanks to the fact that he couldn't see anything around, Lu Kaifeng didn't have a headache from expanding the range of the sword soul. He retracted his senses and focused his attention on the strange cross.

The Black Knight slowly unsheathed, the red glow of flame shining on his cheeks, adding a bit of life to his somewhat pale face in this space.

Although I don't know what these silk threads are for, the ghosts know that they can't be entangled in it, and I guess those adventurers don't have that. Seeing that Ophelia's magic could no longer resist the overwhelming gray threads, he originally thought that Ophelia would be able to burn these things out.

Now it seems that this idea is really just a thought, and it is not reliable. In order to avoid accidents, Lu Kaifeng decided to quickly clean up these annoying things.

The silver crescent-shaped sword qi easily pierced through the layers of obstacles and slashed into the final wall, leaving a deep sword mark. A stubble of silk thread was scattered on the ground, swaying like a lizard's severed tail, and then turned into a trace of gray gas and re-burrowed into the magic circle. The gray gas looks ordinary, but it reveals a dead and evil aura.

Seeing the gloom, Ophelia shuddered for no reason.

The mummy and the cross were similarly severed, revealing the contents inside. It was pitch black and viscous, wriggling in the gray shell as if it had life, giving it a more haunting evil than the gray air. Not long after the gray thread was cut, countless silk threads rushed up, stitching the broken threads together, and once again forming the cross that stood in the air.

After a few slashes in quick succession, the cross was restored to its original state, and it seemed that it had not suffered any damage.

The slash doesn't work, which is a bit of a hassle.

Glancing at Ophelia, who was still casting fire magic, recalling that the pillar of fire was stopped by a gray silk shield at the beginning, Lu Kaifeng thought of a way.

"Ophelia, do the first trick to the cross."

"Good!"

Ophelia nodded, and fired a few more fireballs, burning all the nearby arms, forcing her back into the center of the hall before she dispersed the magic circle of the fireball technique. She also saw Lu Kaifeng's attack, but it had no effect. She is a mid-level magician, and it takes a little time to chant 'Starflame Break', which is also a mid-level magic.

The intricate crimson lines appeared on Ophelia's chest again, and Gray Silk seemed to recognize the move, most of the silk threads gathered back together into a thick shield in front of the cross, and the corners continued to pounce on the two of them.

The moment the magic array was formed, a thick pillar of fire erupted and rushed in the direction of the cross. Ophelia didn't know what Lu Kaifeng wanted to do, if there was no accident, Xingyan would have directly crashed into the gray giant shield and was intercepted, she had also tried to cross these silk threads when she used the fireball technique before, but they were all blocked without accident.

It didn't seem to work to put this magic now, but Ophelia believed in Lu Kaifeng, and this was a guarantee of great strength.

At the moment when the pillar of fire was about to impact the giant shield, several sword qi instantly passed through the gray shield from different directions. The sword qi tore open a gap, and then slashed into the wall behind it. Gray Silk wanted to fill the rift and hurriedly connected, but more sword qi slashed again, directly cutting the gathered shield apart.

A stubble of gray silk struggled to get up, trying to condense again, but couldn't get up, so he had to unwillingly turn into ashes and return to the magic array. The rest of the servants stood in front of the cross one after another, but because they were too thin to stop the red flames, they could only allow the cross to be hit by the pillar of fire, but then it was swallowed.

Ophelia gasped for breath after releasing Starflame Break, it was the first time that she had consumed a lot of mana. Although she is a mid-level magician, she can cast several mid-level magic. However, Starflame Break is a relatively powerful mid-level fire magic with a relatively high cost, and now she can cast it up to four times, and it has already been two times just now. In addition, she was still using the fireball technique before, although the fireball technique was only a beginner-level magic, but it couldn't stand up to a lot, and she had only just become a middle-level magician not long ago.

The gray silk shell was burned, reduced to a little ash and fell to the ground. The indescribable viscous substance swayed wildly, trying to break free from the flames, but it was doomed to be useless. An indescribable howl of pain echoed through the hall, and the hoarse voice was like the cry of a demon, and one couldn't help but want to cover one's ears.

The gray threads erupted again, frantically rushing towards the black substance, apparently trying to extinguish the flames, but only to catch fire. In addition, the silk threads are intertwined, which directly leads to the ignition of a large area of gray silk threads. The flames, several meters high, burned violently, and from a distance, it looked like a bonfire set up by a primitive tribe holding a banquet, and the scene was quite spectacular.

A small number of threads fell with flames, and clusters of flames rose on the ground, but they were quickly extinguished. I don't know if it's an illusion, but as the flames fell, the magic array on the ground seemed to glow a little red, and if you didn't look closely, you wouldn't be able to find it. Lu Kaifeng stared at the lines under the flames and squinted.

The endless threads of silk still follow one another, but the result is that the flame grows stronger and stronger.

An even more poignant howl echoed, as if mixed with some words, sounding like a request. But neither of them understood it, so they didn't know what it was about.

At this moment, as if in response to the call of the substance, a pillar of rich gray light rushed down from the dome of the main hall, enveloping the cross with an evil aura.

The majestic aura of death washed away, and the flames several meters high did not last long before being extinguished. The beam of light retracted, seemingly taking away the vitality of the flames and making the space even more oppressive.

Lu Kaifeng stared at the center of the top of the hall, where a hole had cracked at some point, and the surrounding area was crawling with spiderweb-like cracks, if he guessed correctly, this should be a crack in space. Beyond the void was the endless void, something wriggling in the darkness, and something seemed to be whispering, tempting the fear in Lu Kaifeng's heart.

Slowly, the cracks in the space were filled in piece by piece, and they disappeared.