"This ......" Westcott, who saw this scene, couldn't help frowning.

As the Demon King of Death, the power of the Extreme Death Altar is naturally extremely powerful, but the current Extreme Death Altar, Ling Yun actually blasted out scars with the Extermination Angel, which is simply unimaginable.

"Altar of Extreme Death, Lei Cannon!"

With Westcott's angry shout, a palm-sized sphere of flower buds split off from the Altar of Extreme Death and rushed towards Lingyun.

Ling Yun's face remained unchanged, his hands were one, and the Extinction Angel closed in front of him, forming an aura, and the surrounding ice, snow and storms seemed to be strongly attracted, and they all gathered in the direction of the aura.

"Go!"

Ling Yun let out a soft shout, and the power of the Ice Golem, the Skyrim Galloper, and the Exterminating Angel condensed together, and a blue-white light cannon instantly tore through the air and rushed towards the Extreme Death Altar in mid-air.

"Click, click—"

The blue-white light streaked across the sky, and the cannons that burst out of the Altar of Extreme Death were enveloped in white frost the moment they touched the pillar of light, and then turned into crumbs under the impact of the pillar of light.

With a violent roar, the pillar of light slammed into the Altar of Extreme Death in the sky. At the moment when it was hit by the pillar of light, the Extreme Death Altar let out a wail, and on the surface of the Extreme Death Altar, frost actually appeared. It only took a few breaths for the entire black flower to be completely frozen.

Feeling that he had lost contact with the Altar of Death, Westcott's face was slightly gloomy, and he realized that the situation seemed to be out of his control.

"Put!" Ling Yun let out a low shout, and in her hand, the angel belonging to the six lords of the Star Palace, the Sealing Lord, appeared and turned into a halberd.

"Open!" Ling Yun's figure blurred for a while, and instantly appeared in front of the frozen Extreme Death Altar, and the halberd in his hand slashed through a deadly arc, slamming heavily on the frozen Extreme Death Altar.

With a crisp sound, with the halberd's bombardment point as the center, countless cracks spread across the Extreme Death Altar. Subsequently, the entire Extreme Death Altar turned into light particles and dissipated into light particles in this space along with the shattered ice and snow.

"I see, I see, no wonder you want to pull me into this world!" Viscott, who had destroyed the Altar of Extreme Death of the Demon King of Death, had a wild smile on his face. "The laws of this world are set by you to be able to suppress my Demon King, which is why your angel is able to destroy my Death Demon King so easily. However, that's the end of the game! The Demon King of Law: Eternal Miasma! ”

A black giant tree suddenly rose from behind Westcott, unleashing terrifying power. It was a dark tree with branches stretching out from the sky and roots piercing the ground. Its skin rots like dead wood, and on the contrary is filled with an ominous miasma.

Driven by Westcott, countless tree roots spread out in all directions. Where the roots of the tree spread, the whole world began to twist. The laws of the two worlds are conflicting with each other, causing countless cracks to appear in the sky of this space.

The space around Viscott's body has completely turned into a hell full of miasma, which looks extremely weird.

"This is my world, my world, the laws are prescribed by me, your attack can't hurt me!" Viscot spread his hands, and the roots of the Eternal Miasma spread out in all directions, intending to completely erode the space created by Ling Yun.

The halberd in Ling Yun's hand turned into a point of light and disappeared, and a huge battle axe burning with flames appeared in his left hand, and a large sword wrapped in purple light appeared in his right hand.

"To deal with these annoying roots, it's really comfortable to burn them off with a fire after chopping them up!"

With the swing of Ling Yun, the Fierce Slayer Gong wrapped in purple light easily cut off the spreading dead roots, and the burning Burning Demon Slayer completely reduced the shattered roots to ashes. Under Ling Yun's continuous attacks, more than half of the tree roots that extended from the Eternal Tribulation Miasma were instantly destroyed.

"Do you think you'll be able to destroy it?" Looking at the roots that had been reduced to ashes by Ling Yun's attack, Westcourt roared angrily, and countless roots stretched out from the Eternal Miasma and surrounded Ling Yun's direction.

"I'm sorry, but I've never fought alone!"

Ling Yun chuckled, and under his feet, the shadows suddenly spread, and one by one Ling Yun clones came out of the shadows. At the same time, there were pages floating down in the sky, and the moment they landed, they also turned into clouds.

Looking at the countless figures that suddenly appeared in the field, even if it was Westcott, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching. Although the strength of these Lingyun clones is not very strong, the cooperation between them is tacit.

At this time, Westcott finally saw the horror of the legendary man-sea tactics of the country on the other side of the sea. The roots of the Eternal Miasma, which had stretched out, began to dwindle dramatically under their destruction. Without the support of the tree roots, the critical realm created by the Demon King of Viscotlaw is also constantly shrinking, and even collapses.

"Eternal Miasma: Branch Sword!"

Faced with the overwhelming Lingyun clone, Westcott did not hesitate to unleash the powerful ability of the Eternal Miasma. The branches that stretched out from the Eternal Tribulation Miasma were aimed at the huge number of Lingyun clones at the same time. Huge spiritual power gathered on the branches of the tree and stabbed through it like a long sword.

"Broken Army Singer March!"

A huge organ of the Keyboard of Light emerged from behind Ling Yun and played a rousing music. With the blessing of the march, the strength of many Lingyun clones increased at the same time. They brandished the two replica angels in their hands, and brazenly met the attack of the branches of the Eternal Miasma.

Under the fierce conflict, the branches of the Eternal Tribulation Prison were all cut off, but many Ling Yun clones also seemed to have lost their strength, turning into dots of light and floating in space.

At the same time, Ling Yun succeeded in reducing the last roots of the Eternal Miasma to ashes. Without the support of the tree roots, the small space created by Westcot also fell apart in an instant. The black miasma dissipated, revealing the decaying trees and a stunned Viscott.

"I think the battle between us seems to be coming to an end!"

With a wave of the Fierce Killing Gong in Ling Yun's hand, a huge throne appeared in front of him. Immediately, the throne disintegrated into countless fragments, which, along with the scorching ghost slayer in his left hand, condensed on the Fierce Slayer, forming a giant sword that was more than ten meters long. The purple light and the red flame fused together to form a purple flame with a destructive aura.

"The Last Sword!"

With a cold snort from Ling Yun, the flame giant sword in his hand slashed through the space and slashed in the direction of Viscott.

Facing the flame sword with a deadly aura, Westcott's face changed drastically, and with a push of both hands, the black giant tree immediately moved in front of him, blocking the fatal blow for him.

A large red scar appeared above the Eternal Miasma, and the giant tree let out a terrible wail, and then slowly broke in two with the scar as the center.

The broken black giant tree turned into light particles and slowly drifted into the air, and Westcott, who was hidden behind the giant tree, also appeared in front of Ling Yun again.

His crisp suit had been completely scrapped, and a huge wound almost pierced his abdomen, and purple flames burned on the wound. If it weren't for the fact that he had become the second Origin Elf, this injury would definitely be enough to send him to hell.

"Hahahaha, is this your power, swordsman? You, who have gathered the spiritual power of ten elves, are really not to be underestimated. But like you said, the battle between us should come to an end! ”

Westcott, who was covering his wounds, showed an extremely hideous smile at Ling Yun.