The long dark night.

Ilan had not seen a ray of sunshine for a long time, and in this sea of death, he drifted alone, with no end and no beginning, only dark night, no day.

His consciousness had not yet returned to normal, and everything was going on in the infinite darkness, which made him unable to perceive the passage of time, and only felt extremely irritably waiting.

"I don't know what happened to the old man of the ring." He muttered, feeling powerless under the weight of death.

Since entering the core of this dark place, he doesn't know how many times, only that he has meditated I don't know how many times, although the spiritual power that can be conceived is very few, but he knows that this time passes extremely slowly, this place seems to be quite different from the outside world, or rather, this should be an independent space, such a space he has seen more than once, and there are quite adventures in it.

This is true of both the Godhead World of Málagas and the Origin of the World Stone, which is a completely independent space, completely different from the laws of time and space in the outside world, and does not interfere with each other, perhaps, the months here are even just seconds or days in the outside world.

Of course, it is also possible that on the contrary, the outside world has been here for a few years, and it is only a breath here.

The different time and space made him look forward to it and make him a little afraid.

The old man has been in the core for I don't know how many days, but this space is still calm and terrifying.

The Sea of Death is ethereal, and the power of Death is beyond his control and cannot be grasped. He could only wait in solitude, and this situation made him feel tormented.

The viscous power of death imprisoned Ilan's body like a chain. Even a little finger seems to drain all its strength.

You can't move, you can't cultivate. One can only meditate quietly in this boundless darkness, however. The effect of meditation is minimal, and the various energies are imprisoned by the power of death and cannot be absorbed at all.

And although the rich power of death is good, Ilan can't absorb it.

His body was still unable to bear it, the power of these gods of death was as heavy as a mountain, if it weren't for the tempering and transformation of his body by the World Stone, even if he was suspended in this sea area, he would have been crushed into powder.

At this moment, although he did not collapse because of this mountain of pressure, he was also extremely painful. The weight was always there, and without the devouring and absorption of the Revenant Ring, his burden almost exhausted him.

The old man of the Ringring had already entered the core of this sea of death with the Revenant Ring, which was his chance to go further, and Ilan was unwilling to stop it, so he could only resist the pressure on his own and endure the boundless darkness.

Wait, long wait.

"Damn old man. If you want to lie to me and say that it will be good soon, is this just very fast? Could it be that what this wicked-eyed old man said was soon said in the dimension of the gods? Damn, how long do I have to wait? "You can't cultivate, you can't grow. He could only think about it boringly, and this kind of bitterness and grievance made him feel angry, like a volcano about to erupt.

"Hey. This power of death is such a good thing, just a little can crush a mountain. Destroy a city. It's a shame that I can't absorb and devour it. If my sea of consciousness is not imprisoned, perhaps, I can try to devour a part of it, hey, it is really a world stone, and a world stone is defeated. This little stone really killed me. I don't know when I'll be able to break this bondage, but even if I do, I'll have no shortage of troubles, as well as the damn ice dragon and the greedy gray-backed wolf. Ahem, my life is so miserable. ”

Ilan felt sorry for himself in this heavy sea, without divine sense, without strong spiritual power, he was a blind man, and he could only be at the mercy of the sea of death.

"Hey, it's unbearable to live in captivity like this, my body is going to rust, even if I fall in battle, it's much better than this long wait. Even if you try all kinds of means, but you can't see the face of the enemy, everything is in vain. I don't know what Uncle Gatling and Gander thought that they would send me to a place where they would never see the light of day. ”

His God-Breaking Cone, Snake's Tooth Dagger, Ice Dragon Blade, and of course, the Sub-God Throne are all sharp when facing enemies, and they can always defeat their opponents, but in this long darkness, in the face of the boundless power of death, he doesn't know how to deal with it.

"Hey, I can only hope for this damn old man, this space is the same as the Warcraft space, and the suppression of my strength is so great that even with the Void Horn, I can't tear the space. It's really helpless, no wonder that Shadow Clan can't escape the Ten Levels of the Bronze Gate at this moment. Once the space is blocked, even if the speed talent is strong, ShadowClan will become a prisoner of the ranks. The crystal clear void horn at the center of his brow kept spinning, trying to break the spatial barrier around him, but this attempt had been made countless times, but all of them had failed.

Still, he was trying, it was a familiarity with his talents, an exercise of willpower, and of course, most importantly, he had no other choice to kill time.

Although the Void Horn could no longer travel freely in this sea of death, tearing through the heavy spatial barriers, it was the only object in his body that could move freely under the pressure.

This allows him to melt his loneliness through long nights.

"Could it be that the old man of the Ring Spirit is in trouble? It's a pity that I can't help, it's really aggrieved. As a master, I can't do anything. Now, I can't even sense the existence of the Oh Revenant Ring, what is the situation? I hope the old man can fulfill his wish, otherwise, I will have to wait here silently to die. ”

Compared to the silence here, the Forest of Life is much more lively.

The earth-shattering scuffle continues.

The elves, who were hurrying from all directions, quickly gained the upper hand, slashing with white feathered arrows, sharp magic, and the broad swords of elven warriors.

At this point, the prince's team fell into a disadvantage, and began to suffer a large number of casualties.

When the prince saw that nothing could be done, he suddenly exerted his strength, and the battle axe was raging, and he threw Fabre back at once, and shouted to his men: "You can't do anything, quickly move closer to me, and retreat." ”

The Harilans in the scuffle heard the order and began to move towards the prince in an orderly manner, they did not panic, some of them spread their huge shields to resist the attacks of the elves, shooting down clusters of arrows, and others fought and retreated, defending against the silver swords of the elven warriors.

Although the dense cluster of arrows was sharp, in the face of the cover of the giant shield, it could only cause a burst of chaos, and it could not cause them some damage.

And they were not slow to retreat, and soon surrounded Prince Augustine.

Without Princess Cynthia's strange arrows, Fabre could no longer suppress him, although he was strong, and instead, he was a little disgraced by his violent counterattack. can only try to be undefeated.

"Let's go." However, the situation was stronger than people, and Prince Augustine did not continue the pursuit, but turned around and quickly retreated with the pursuing team, and soon disappeared into the jungle of the Forest of Life. (To be continued.) )