Engelis was on the edge of a cliff, and the slightest mistake would have plunged him into the abyss. Lensa watched from afar, looking like a situation that could be done with a gentle push, while he was just watching. The stakes of this push are too great, and he would rather wait until the dust settles.

Large and small spatial vortices and collapsing canine teeth are intertwined, and under the chaotic collision, there are deadly traps hidden endlessly, and one wrong step is the corpse and bones are gone. The chaotic space blurred the distance, and Lenza did not dare to reach out his conscious tentacles to perceive, but it was certain that the safe space around Engelis was gradually shrinking, and the other side must desperately stick to the last line of defense.

Englis's hair was disheveled, like an evil ghost. Only the power of the realm can fight against the power of the realm, he can only vent his power infinitely, and even begin to overdraw his body. The magic tide came round after round, but even so, he gradually felt overwhelmed. The 10,000 wave flow is the power of compression to the extreme and fast to the extreme, and the tidal field is better than the pure and long-lasting stamina. If it weren't for the small space around him, it would only cause some consumption on himself. But now, this remaining half meter is the separation of life and death, and he must hold it.

At this point, the flow of thousands of waves is no longer the biggest problem. The erosion of the waves was getting slower and slower as the tides weakened layer by layer, and Engelis was confident that he could stop it before it could touch his body, but he didn't crush it in one fell swoop.

Englis's face was grim, looking at the distorted space in front of him, and he fell into deep thought. Because what is really at stake at this time is the spatial gap caused by the violent collision between the two realm space forces that have been compressed to the extreme. In his eyes, at this time, the battlefield of the two forces reached a delicate balance, and the fatal spatial collapse was able to maintain a relatively calm state. He wasn't sure what the consequences would be if that balance were upset.

The spatial rift was too close to him, and he didn't dare to make a decision easily. For the first time, he looked directly at the flaws in the use of his own realm, flaws that had been concealed by absolute power. And just for the first time, it cost him a lot and fell into the place of life and death. He suddenly had an epiphany, the power of the realm, originally unable to stand the slightest flaw.

The strength in his body continued to drain, and he had to swallow vials of potion. Naturally, he doesn't have a bargain in his hands, but it's only a drop in the bucket in the face of the consumption of the magic tide, which is better than nothing. All of his consciousness was confined to a small circle, not daring to step into the forbidden area for half a step, which in itself limited a lot of abilities, so he began to count the time. The consumption in his body had reached a basically stable amount, and he still had about four and a half minutes to go before he had to pay a greater price. However, even if he succeeded, he would need a Lenza with almost no cost, and he didn't think that the other party would show mercy, so he had to retain some of his strength, at least the total amount of magic to perform that magic. So there were no more than two minutes left for him.

What to do!

Englis's thinking was clearer than ever, and he was not coerced by the imminent death. He spent half a minute counting all the abilities and potions on his body that had reached the legendary level. Then remove the unusable at this time, and then remove the ones that are completely ineffective, and then the only thing left that is likely to succeed is only two paths. The first is to rely on potions and magic tools to stabilize the space around you, and then use the magic tide to break the waves of ten thousand currents in an instant, and then resign yourself to fate to see if you can withstand the influence of the spatial turbulence, while the second is even more dangerous......

The two approaches were rehearsed in his mind, and he carefully searched for each of the key details before figuring out the one with the higher chance of success. Two minutes were fast approaching, and Englis smiled wryly, for he found that no one could be absolutely successful. He let out a long sigh and said in his heart that if he succeeded this time, he must find a way to make up for the shortcomings in the domain power. And the next second, his eyes were extremely determined.

He swallowed several bottles of potion in an instant, and in three or four seconds, his body began to drift a little. Obviously still standing there, it feels really light and fluttering, as if a gust of wind can blow it down. Then he kept the staff in his right hand, and in his left hand he had a short club. The stick is only two palms long, dark gold throughout, and is covered with intricate patterns. Even if he had made up his mind, but when he really took out this magic tool, his cheeks still jumped twice, and he looked like a flesh pain. With such a look, his movements were not slow at all, he carefully maintained the strength of the tide, and secretly separated a wisp of magic power from his body and entered it into the short stick. A flash of gold flashed, and the baton returned to its original state. But Englis's body was completely tense, and his body sank by two points.

Airplanes......

There was a shock, I don't know if the space is moving or the people are moving.

At this moment, the magic tide suddenly turned out a huge wave, and it slapped directly into the dark blue slasher.

"Not good!"

Lunsa, who had already reached the edge of the stone chamber, was terrified. Because two scenarios that can be called crazy appeared in his eyes at the same time.

"You madman!"

He couldn't help but curse, and he was about to fly when he raised his feet. Because what he had just seen was a huge tide that wanted to break the influence of the slasher, and according to his estimate, after this blow, there would definitely be a backlash of those spatial vortices, and the entire space might collapse at that time. As long as he is in it, he will never be spared. But that's not all, because his eyes had just captured an even more terrifying picture. Between him and Englis, who was in the middle of danger, an invisible passage suddenly appeared, like a bridge between the two of them.

The Legend's reaction speed was so swift, it was only a split second from the moment he realized that something was wrong to the time he took a leap, and Lenza was already ten meters above the bottom of the platform, and he was getting faster and faster out of thin air. But at this moment, a ripple suddenly appeared under his feet, and it was a small magical turbulence.

Hiss!

Like the sound of a canvas tearing apart, Englis appeared out of thin air above the diagonal edge of the ripples, just a few steps away from Rensa.

At this time, Englis was covered in blood, and his left arm was completely stained with blood, but his entire arm was shrunk in his sleeve, and he couldn't see the specific injury. The face is like a dyeing room, and the initial calmness has been completely seen, but the ravines are a little more and deeper. His slightly withered face had a hideous expression at this time, staring at Lenza, who was not far away.

"Assert ......"

His smile matched the bright red face at this time, and he looked extremely terrifying.

Bang!

With a crisp sound, there was still a short half of the staff left in his right hand, and it slammed into the wall beside him, and sparks flew everywhere!