Old Vader was still trapped in the ice dragon at this time, but Miller's attention at this time was mostly on the assassin's body, and his control over the ice dragon was not strong, so it was an opportunity to escape. His hands were rapidly sealed, and his figure began to blur.

Tim was originally focused on the petrel in the sky, but suddenly a spirit, knowing that it was not good, quickly divided his little consciousness to pay attention to old Vader. But this attention was surprising, he couldn't even lock the other party's position. He looked up and saw the vague figure of old Vader, and he was shocked by this. He had just released the transformation magic, and although there was a large array of magic that provided continuous power, magic of this scale required him to be extremely mentally engaged, and he was unable to lock on to the enemy with just a slight loss of concentration. If so, even if the arrangement is completed, his attack will not be able to start.

Old Vader suddenly opened his mouth and took a snort, and a continuous explosion suddenly sounded around him.

Phantom Walk! An assassin body that uses constant and rapid movement in small spaces to confuse opponents, and most importantly to unlock general magic locks, making it impossible for enemies to attack with precision. It's easy to say, but this method is extremely demanding on the body of the liberator, after all, such rapid movement often requires irregular and continuous changes of direction, and without a strong body, it may be forced to terminate directly.

In the next second, Old Vader was already free from the shackles of the ice dragon. The bright red color is extremely dazzling in the white world, and it is clear that he paid the price when he broke free. But before he knew it, he began to kick his legs together as soon as he touched the ground, and at once his speed increased to the extreme, so fast that almost only the afterimage remained, like a beast crashing into Tim. He had the same idea as the Assassins, to fight in close quarters!

Just as Old Vader was freed from his confinement, the Assassins on the other side were in crisis. An unprecedented feeling of danger filled every cell of his, and his skin tingled like a pinprick in the face. The life-saving skill of Blink could not be activated continuously, and there was no time to hesitate, and the Assassin activated the skill almost reflexively.

Rush! A type of dash magic, it doesn't belong to the realm of space, distance and speed are very different from flickering, but he has no other choice. Strangely, his two figures rushed across from each other, almost coming together after two consecutive times. And the frozen world has descended, and the space in all directions of him has begun to distort, and the real and false clones can overlap together. One of them immediately released his magic shield, and the other curled himself up and rushed forward! Collided head-on with the figure that was releasing the magic shield.

Blood flowed for a while! The two figures collided together, and there was a loud bang, which was actually the sound of many layers of magic shields shattering almost at the same time, because the time was too close, it was like a sound that was broken together and gathered together. The magic shield didn't bring them much protection, and of course the assassin knew this, so he sacrificed a clone at this time and rushed directly out of the enveloping range of the frozen world. The price is that the doppelganger has completely become a blur of flesh and blood, and it has begun to blur.

Miller narrowed his eyes, his eyes were cold, and he realized that this doppelganger was not so simple, and the heavy damage did not dissipate immediately, but shed so much blood. He speculated that it might be a secret technique of the Assassins. Indeed, the Assassin did not use a simple shadow clone, but avatar magic, which required a lot of essence and blood in addition to consuming his magic power, so that even if the avatar was attacked, it would not dissipate immediately like a shadow clone. Originally, it was a means used to lure the enemy, but in the face of absolute strength, it had almost dissipated before it had made a contribution. At this time, the incarnation magic power is still surplus, but the essence blood has been consumed too much, and it is precisely because of this that it will dissipate when the blood is exhausted.

The assassin didn't think about it at all, the enemy's methods were too terrifying, completely ignoring the state of the doppelganger, just rushed out of the confined space and immediately sprinted towards the old man, while constantly making small movements, this was not magic, it was a way to avoid being locked, it was almost the assassin's instinctive reaction, but he was not sure whether he could escape the lock.

Ten meters! In the blink of an eye, the Assassin had already broken within ten meters of Miller, and if he was given another breath, he would be able to enter the attack range.

Miller didn't seem to have any intention of freezing the world again, and he lowered his wand and pointed at his opponent, just in a slightly sinking position.

Rumble!

The rain of magical arrows fell from the sky with a bang, without chanting and preparation, and it was overwhelmingly suppressed, completely engulfing the assassins.

The Assassin was all focused on guarding against spatial magic, and in this way he made great sacrifices, completely unaware of when Miller had rained down magic arrows in the sky, and he was like a prey in a trap himself. By the time he realized this, there was no time to dodge, and he curled himself up as best he could, a flash of golden light.

Strong will! Low-level defensive magic, he only had time to release this magic before he met all the ice arrows.

Burst! Burst! Burst!

Unlike the shattering of the ice, the muffled sound was the sound of penetration, and it was conceivable that the ice ridge was constantly piercing through various parts of the assassin's body, and the strong will could not defend against this level of attack at all, but only increased the assassin's endurance to prevent him from fainting, and at this time it seemed more like he had released himself a torture.

With a flick of the old man's wand, the ice edge stopped raging, and there were still many assassins hanging in the air, pointing at the ground that was constantly spilling blood.

The assassin was in a very bad state at this time, losing a lot of blood, his shoulders, legs, and back were pierced by sharp ice edges, and most importantly, his abdomen was also pierced, bleeding nonstop, and his physical strength and magic were rapidly depleted. This state should have immediately fallen into a coma, but the time of strong will had not passed, and the assassin still maintained consciousness, and every moment was endless torture, but he did not even have the strength to scream. As soon as the magic time comes, you will immediately enter the brink of death. His consciousness was already in a trance, and his eyes were open in vain, but it seemed that he could no longer see any picture, and there seemed to be only darkness in front of him, which was an endless abyss.

Time passed little by little, and at the same time the Assassin's vitality faded, and the dim light on his body flickered and flickered, like breathing, indicating that the time of strong will was coming to an end.

Miller watched quietly, until this moment, when he raised his wand again. This time, it was no longer the ice ridge that was condensed, but the rich vitality. But the magic did not work, and he seemed to hesitate, and the life and death of the assassin were between him and his year. Eventually, just before the dim light faded, he turned his wand at the Assassin.