Chapter 142: The Mist Descends

Great magic?

It was a split second to hear the word, whether it was the tattooed boy limping away, the magician still trying to rub the fireballs on the other side, or the assassin in a black cloak...... These ambushers lurking here were all stunned for a moment, and looked at Gao Huan with a look of disbelief.

Could it be that such a guy who obviously looks underage has the strength of a doctor, and can unleash the high-level mysteries of a magician?

With Gao Huan's shout, a ray of light as thin as a hair floated out of the ring between his fingers, like a wisp of wolf smoke straight into the sky, melting into the clouds.

Just for an instant, it was as if there was a huge hand stirring the clouds and the sky and the sea, stirring up the calm white clouds and kneading a huge whirlpool.

At the very center of the vortex of the sea of clouds, crimson falling stars tore through the void, carrying unparalleled power and falling straight down in the direction where the tattooed young man stood.

Although this fallen star is only the size of a marble, at least it is not much weaker than a real meteor in terms of speed.

With a "poof", the tattooed boy's head was hit by the Fallen Star, and his entire head instantly turned into a solid piece of pure black.

Without the protection of the island's rule, the tattooed boy's head would have burst open like a watermelon hit by a bullet the moment it was hit by this meteorite.

However, although the power of the island's rules saved his life, it also mercilessly condemned him to "death".

The moment the tattooed boy fell, a bolt of lightning immediately fell from the sky and slashed steadily on his body.

He was also like the Western sword boy who had provoked Gao Huan before, and he dissipated without a trace in the light of this lightning.

At this point in the battle, it was clear that he was ready to ambush others, but from the moment the tattooed boy kicked the golem in the process of accelerating, the balance of victory immediately toppled.

Is this what is called the protagonist aura?

"Shooters release arrows to cover our retreat!" The local magician with the fireball roared loudly in one direction in the grass.

However, the archer he called for, who had been shooting cold arrows, did not immediately respond to him.

I saw a fire rising in the grass, and a brown-skinned archer with a crossbow bolt stepped on a blade of grass and emerged from where he was hiding, but the cloak behind him fell to the ground at a vertical angle, as if dragged by something extremely heavy.

"Dear friend! Look! I've found this guy who put cold arrows! With an excited face, Gomuchen chased after the shooter who was looking for a new place to hide.

The archer's cloak was tightly tugged at by the golem, preventing him from moving quickly.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, he bent his bow and arrows, and a series of mechanical crossbows immediately shot at Ge Muchen, who was rapidly approaching in his direction.

Of course, it is impossible for Ge Muchen to stand still and be the target of the shooter.

I saw his fingers move, and with a quick swipe in midair, another golem appeared at his call.

It's just that with Ge Muchen's current strength, he can only operate one golem the size of a dwarf, so the golem that he has just summoned and suddenly appears in mid-air is used by him as a shield to block arrows.

A series of crossbows seemed to pull a long line out of the air, and they slammed into the golem in Grimusen's hand one after another, leaving deep notches on the golem frame made of demonic metal and ferocious beast bones.

But Ge Muchen did not hesitate at all, and continued to pursue the archer with the golem.

The strength of that archer was the weakest among those who ambushed him, and the strongest was the tattooed boy with the Blue Flame Sword who was the first to shoot at Gao Huan.

When the strongest person was sent out of the game by Gao Huan with one blow, the others naturally had no courage.

On the other side, when he saw that the shooter was in deep danger, the assassin in the black cloak could only give up his assassination of Ding You at this time, pull up his hood, and want to hide in the shadows like before.

The thin needle that pierced his elbow seemed to have taken root in his flesh, and no matter how hard he tried, the needle could not be pulled out.

Ding You finally reacted at this time, looking at the assassin who was not close to her, she screamed, she was still resolute before, but now she has regained the nature of a girl, desperately smashing the activated wooden card in her hand on the body of the assassin who didn't have time to hide.

Zhang Liang originally planned to fight with this moment in close quarters, but when he saw Ding You's actions, he gasped, and quickly pulled back his magic silver needle and strode away.

Then, at least three different colored magic arrays exploded on the assassin's body and face, blasting him into a cloud of fireworks in the ground.

Golden lightning bolts that symbolize the rules of the island rained down, bringing the hapless assassin who had been bombarded with a lot of lethal magic back into the neutral safe zone.

Looking at Zhang Qiling's side again, she was dragging one foot to drag the knotted young man who was still screaming from the bushes that she had previously chopped to the ground, comparing where to knife to make the other party's screams sound more painful.

The enemy mage master in the mage's robe glared at Gao Huan fiercely at this time, and shouted at Gao Huan in half-baked Huaxia language: "Stop, let's admit defeat, let's go!" ”

It's obviously an ambush, and the opponent's strength doesn't seem to be strong, why did he lose three people on his side?

This is something that a magician can't think of wearing anyway.

Now, he no longer hopes to defeat the opponent in front of him, but only hopes to ensure that he can escape alone.

As for the shooter who was still fighting and retreating under the pursuit of Ge Muchen, he had no leisure to pay any attention to it at all.

"Don't think!" However, Gao Huan just answered him coldly, and at the same time picked up the blue flame sword that the tattooed boy had dropped on the ground, and flew after him.

Damn it!

At this time, the magician had completely lost his will to fight, and casually attached a "light body technique" to himself and was ready to turn around and flee.

It's a bit embarrassing, but it's better than being out here.

At the same time as he released the Light Body Technique, thick smoke billowed out of his palm, intending to obstruct Gao Huan's line of sight.

Then, before he had gone far, he noticed something unusual.

Although the smoke in his hand was strong, the enveloping area was actually very limited, and it was impossible to completely cover the entrance of the entire Third Hunting Ground like it was now, and it was impossible for it to be so thick that he couldn't see his fingers in an instant.

And then he understood.

Oh, it wasn't the smoke that came out of his palm, it was the fog that would descend on the island from time to time, and it suddenly came at this time.