Elan's natal crystal nucleus.

It is a brilliant and crystalline dream world, with various colors of light dappled and distant. Everything is like glass, illusory yet real. Here, the soul is the tenant, and it is also the master of the crystal nucleus, the powerful spiritual power can control everything, and the solid crystal nucleus is to provide shelter for the soul of Elan, so it can be said that this is a spiritual residence and a home for consciousness.

This is the spirit world of Elan.

However, with the urgency of the situation and Ilan's recklessness and immaturity, this pure land of souls has become a battlefield of gods, a treasure land for wolves, and Ilan may be reduced to mud and sand, and finally crushed into dust by the wheel of fate.

After the strife.

Now in the entire space, there are only two sturdy figures left, and a barely breathing Yilan.

The sinister and cunning Russell devised a strange scheme, and his actions were strange and strange, obviously unexpected, and it can be said that Clarkson was caught off guard, so although this strange move was thrilling, the harvest was naturally huge.

In the first moment of the engagement, he had the advantage in the originally evenly matched battle, and directly tied up Clarkson, which is obviously good news, and if the later management is good, then this huge advantage is bound to be smoothly transformed into victory.

Coming out on top at the start, it can be said that Russell's entire battle plan went smoothly and successfully, dodging batches of annihilation arrows, while quickly controlling Clarkson's body so that he could not dodge, thus bringing the fight into the rhythm he wanted.

And being able to quickly and effectively control the enemy in battle is undoubtedly a powerful magic weapon to achieve victory and ultimately win.

Attack.

Attack again.

Russell, who had the advantage, naturally wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue, and his condensed body was like a giant python that reached the sky, shaking constantly. With all his strength, he kept strangling Clarkson, binding him tightly, and as time passed, he kept increasing his strength, like a noose. The tighter and tighter it became, gradually winding Clarkson into a big zongzi.

Of course, control is only a means, and a fatal blow is needed at critical moments. However, the battle of the soul is a bit troublesome, and it is not as simple as hand-to-hand combat.

Unless the disparity in strength is extremely obvious, it often turns into a protracted tug-of-war. If it wasn't Russell's risky moves, it was a parling battle with ranged attacks. I'm afraid that even ten days and a half months can't tell the difference between high and low. However, the current battle is a battle of life and death, and naturally everything is used, and the speed of attack is relatively much improved.

Since Russell had the upper hand, he naturally chased after him, and his wolf-shaped huge mouth turned into huge fangs, and even bit Clarkson's neck in one bite. In one bite, he tore half of Clarkson's neck off. Of course, for the soul body, the neck is not a fatal place, but it can give enough damage to his opponent, and devouring these soul powers can make him stronger. This is undoubtedly a very good deal.

Furthermore. Russell's sharp wolf claws were even more ruthless, directly digging into Clarkson's soul body, the silver wolf claws were very sharp, tearing off pieces of soul from it from time to time, and then sending them into his belly. Grow your soul little by little.

In the face of Russell's strength, Clarkson's situation immediately became dangerous, and this sudden attack really made him lose a lot.

However, although the situation is not good and his soul is greatly damaged, he is not panicked, after all, he and Russell have been-for-tat for countless years, the two of them look down on each other, they can be said to be lifelong enemies, and they have won and lost each other in previous encounters, and the temporary loss of momentum is not enough to make him lose confidence.

"Hold on."

"You have to resist me."

This is Clarkson's inner monologue at this time.

Due to being tightly bound by Russell, many of Clarkson's methods can no longer be carried out, and he is inevitably a little constrained, unable to fight in his favorite mode, although there are some regrets, but it does not mean that he has no chance. On the contrary, as long as it is dealt with properly, this matter is not impossible to turn around.

Similarly, as the best of the battle-hardened gray-backed wolves, Clarkson is extremely unfamiliar and clumsy in using his soul to fight, but this does not prevent him from fighting back with the most primitive fighting methods.

In order to survive, to survive, for the last hope, he also bit Russell without hesitation, of course, it is a little difficult to do so, after all, he is a bound person, and his actions are very unfree. Although his neck, which had lost a lot of soul power, was repaired immediately, it always caused him a lot of difficulties. This dwarfs his attacks, but his ruthlessness and decisiveness are extraordinary, and he will never give in even if he is restrained by Russell.

Clarkson kept swaying his body, trying to get out of control, and at the same time, he was also frantically gnawing, causing Russell to kill 100 enemies and lose 800 himself.

The battle was raging and tragic, and because it was a shirtless battle, all wisdom and stratagem were left behind them, and all that remained was savage and ferocious.

Entangle, fight.

There was ferocity in his eyes.

Although Russell, as the controlling party, took advantage of this battle of life and death, Clarkson exploded his full potential in the face of adversity, and he had no scruples in order to survive, which completely stimulated the ferocity in his heart.

And in the battle, he was completely in a state of selflessness, fearless, almost insane.

Tearing, devouring, two dignified dark clouds, entwined with each other, resisting each other.

Russell's attacks were sharp and effective, constantly tearing huge gaps in Clarkson's soul with his teeth and claws, which made Clarkson consume extremely quickly.

In the same way, although Clarkson's attack is a little restrained and inadequate, however, he is extremely ruthless, and even if he can't devour, he has to carry out crazy destruction, so that Russell's soul becomes weakened.

This battle is not exciting at all, there is no tactics, no strategy, no powerful magic and skills, it is completely hand-to-hand combat with ordinary people punching and kicking.

You bite me, I'll bite you a piece of meat.

It's all street gangsters. There is not the slightest trace of the consciousness and dignity of the sub-god powerhouse.

However, there is no doubt that this is a lose-lose battle, although both can be supplemented by devouring each other's souls, however, in this process, many souls cannot be digested immediately, or accumulated in the soul, or dissipated in the space of Yilan's natal crystal nucleus, little by little attracted by Yilan, who is still breathing, to talk about their own supplements. Perhaps, these scraps are extremely small for Russell and Clarkson, but for Ilan's spirit, it is tantamount to a great supplement.

Moreover, these soul fragments have been repeatedly refined by these two people, and the impurities and remnants in them have been removed in the process of devouring, becoming pure and easy to absorb. This allowed Ilan's soul to recover quickly, which brought him infinite surprise and hope.

"Fight, hehe, the more intense the better, hehe, it's best to lose both, so that I can easily make a profit, although, these torn souls are very pure, and easy to refine, this is really a great luck in misfortune." (To be continued......)