Wilbur squeezed his own blood like crazy, fusing the power of his noble blood with the lowly blood of the corpses on the ground, condensing into scarlet spears.

These half-blood spears were obviously not as good as the blood-bone spears formed by the power of pure blood, and they were not confident that they could be stopped.

Although it is said that the Mobile King City is an alchemy armor with super defensive performance, Ye Yu has long used all his spiritual power to support the aspect of his body's mobility, and at this moment, the Mobile King City is no different from an ordinary cloth robe on him.

The state of the night is on the verge of collapse, and its vitality is almost burned out, and it can be said that it is a miracle that it can still survive until now.

After a slight trade-off, Yezhu chose to take the king's spirit weapon back into his body, and used the little spiritual power he barely exchanged for to form a short sword. There is no way, he really doesn't have the physical strength to wield the dark moon, the power of the royal weapon is strong, but the consumption is not easy.

“RUAAAAAAAAAAA！”

Wilbur leaned backwards and shot out with a blood spear.

The sharp spears of blood were like a machine gun sweep, and they were spurting and pouring at the night!

Yelu half-squinted, his body slightly bent, like a charged bowstring, and sprinted towards Wilbur.

Wilbur, who had lost both hands in front of him, was defenseless, and he couldn't even control his balance when he walked, and limped backwards. According to Night's speculation, these blood spears were the last blood spells Wilbur was able to unleash.

Do everything you can to kill Wilbur here! He will never let go of any of the Bloods here today! He said that he would definitely make these blood clans pay for their blood debts!

The blood spears that burst burst into the air one by one towards the place where Yezhu had been standing, and Yezhu staggered to the ground, only a trace of it was hit by a blood spear. The blood spear stuck in the ground stirred up a layer of dirt and ash, leaving small holes in the intensely corroded space.

It was like a brush with death, but even so, Yeyu still kept shuttling in the rain of blood spears with a calm expression, without fear. Patiently taking a step to the right, a bloody spear flashed like a python leaping up, and the old wound on the abdomen of the night dragon cracked, and the blood like a thin snake soaked the moving royal city.

Don't think about it, don't look at it, so it doesn't hurt so much.

Using all of his mental power to control the situation, Yelu was able to predict the landing point of each blood spear.

In the storm formed by the spear of corpse blood, the night dragon seemed to dance a passionate tap dance, walking lightly and vigorously through the blood array, and every step on the ground was so graceful and free.

Suddenly, a shadow fell on the corner of Yexi's eyes, and a dark red curtain surged towards him.

Worst! The blood spear that had been thrown from the front suddenly stuck in the corpse, bulging like a living thing. It exploded like a small grenade, and a thick poisonous blood condensation sprayed towards him.

In the state of insufficient spiritual power, Ye Yu could not activate the defensive circle of the mobile royal city, and if it was contaminated, it would be terrible to lose the skin, and at worst it would be poisoned and killed...... Also, this is Panish's body!

- How could Nightshade leave Panich with an ugly scar? Panishy will bite him to death......

Desperately squeezing a force from his near-depleted body, the Night's running body tilted strangely, and he flicked his arm and suddenly released the hilt of the sword clenched in his right hand. The momentum of the short sword smashed into the dirt, lifting up patches of dirt to form a thin curtain that blocked Wilbur's tricks.

Without stopping the pace of his legs, Yelu kicked the hilt of the sword lightly, held the short sword in his right hand and swung it in a circle. The dagger was pointed straight at Wilbur's heart, and his right arm arched back, gathering terrifying strength.

"I'm going to die twice!"

The night roar that was one step closer to Wilbur roared.

The taut calves kicked the corpse beside him, and the moment he jumped up and landed, he firmly stepped on the ground.

The power surged upwards from the toes, passed through the rotation force of the waist, and then transmitted to the fingertips that clenched the short sword - the power of space forged the illusionary short sword bloomed with a blue light like an ice crystal flower, and the sword skill - the light of the ice light.

It was as if an invisible hand stepped on the back of the night and pushed him out, speeding up, speeding up, speeding up again!

Hiss——!! When the sound of tearing the air reached Yeyu's ears, the surging blood surged towards her.

The night sword spanned a distance of several meters, and the dagger did not have a trace of difference through the very center of Wilbur's chest with a broken arm.

Using the dagger as a starting point, Wilbur suffered a massive wound from his left shoulder to his right ribs, and the bone-splitting wound tore him apart. The icy glow of the transfigural dagger slowly dissipated, and the blood foam slowly slid down the hood of the night, dripping onto the back of his hand.

Already...... It's over.

This long, damned, first day of life on the continent of Helset.

Exhausted, Nightbell tried to pull out the dagger that had been inserted into Wilbur's chest, but was surprised to find that he couldn't move a bit. Yezhu was stunned for a moment, only to realize that Wilbur was using the last of his body's strength and turned into a shackle.

Wilbur had no arms, no hands, and had to use his muscles and blood to contain the night.

“kukukukuku…… Hahahahahahahaha Wilbur grinned with his blood-soaked bared teeth and undisguised sneer, wondering why he could still laugh at such a time.

Wilbur, who sneered madly, did not show a trace of weakness until he died, and crazy people would be crazy to the end even if they died.

"Let's die together!! ......, kill him now! ”

Wilbur's body bursts open! He turned his own blood into a prison, and the dense squirming flesh wrapped around Yezhu's legs. Ye Yu was shocked, his surprise was not because of this blood prison, but because of ...... Who is Wilbur talking to?

Orville? No way, Orville is dead!

Ye Xi didn't look back to confirm his kung fu, and the blood technique that had been hiding behind Wilbur suddenly bloomed: a blood spear that was far several times larger than the rest of the blood spears, and which was rich and pitch-black due to the extremely unstable compression, instantly pierced Ye Zhu's thoughts.

- In less than three seconds, the black blood spear had already arrived in front of Yeyu.

This is Wilbur's lore! He didn't want to get out of here alive!

Everything he did was to make the night go to Orville's funeral, along with himself.

Igniting the last vestige of strength, the night of countless actual combat training in the royal city recalls similar coping methods. The type of weapon of the spear, the advantages and disadvantages of the spear at close range, the offensive evasion of the spear - this is it!

The center of gravity of Yeyu's body shifted slightly to the side, and the right arm that clenched the short sword jerked violently, and the blade struck straight to the side of the blood spear. Just a foot away, he was nearly impaled by a bloody spear.

Tensing the muscles of his body, he ignored the staggered wounds in his abdomen and deflected the direction of the blood spear with all his might.

"Panesy Panis, Panis, ——!!Panis,

The cry that gushed out of her throat turned out to be her name...... Yexi's face changed, and the corners of his mouth slowly revealed a trace of relaxation, obviously facing such a dangerous situation at this moment, but he still couldn't help but feel a little relieved.

"Click——!"

With the exhaustion of the last trace of spiritual power in the Yezhu's body, the illusion short sword ushered in its end.