"Don't talk about the race there, you Sartre haven't betrayed your faith and become a lackey of the Burning Legion!" Fuhang retorted very forcefully, anyway, sooner or later, he had to fight a battle, and he didn't lose the battle.

"Interesting, death is on the verge of death, I don't want to think about the way back, but I am still so hard-mouthed, I am a qualified prey." Sartre didn't feel angry at all because of Fuhang's bad words, but instead ridiculed Fuhang even more.

Fuhang knows that if it really fights, the odds of winning will definitely not exceed fifty percent. However, having a numerical advantage in their own team and the help of the Queen does not mean that they have no chance. Fuhang was still somewhat confident, and he confronted Sartre in front of him and said, "Since we are all dead in your eyes, can I ask you a question." ”

Sartre looked at Fuhang with interest and said, "You ask." ”

"Ancient Soul, did you arrest it?" Fuhang asked tentatively.

"Ancient souls? They are all in my cave, and if you can defeat me, they will all be yours. ”

What the fuck is talking to you, fucking you.

Hammer of Justice! As soon as Fu Hang's words fell, the ash messenger in his hand waved it over. The sword was so fast that even Sylvanas didn't notice Fuhang's attack. Sartre was hit by a sword in this way.

He staggered back a few steps. Sartre's original temperament was bloody and violent, and under the anger of Fuhang, this powerful Sartre also discarded the original idea of wanting to play with Fuhang's team.

If you dare to attack yourself, then I will tear you apart!

The members of the Fuhang team were also stunned, although the captain was not a decent man, but he would not engage in a sneak attack when facing an enemy. Only Talma knew in her heart that Fuhang was a person who could do anything.

Now that the captain has done it, all the others have grabbed the weapons in their hands.

Bane did not give in, first a ravine, blocking Sartre's way.

The shaking earth rolled up heavy clods of earth, compacting the tidal clods and piling them up into a thick wall of earth.

Sylvanas began to pull the strings, and raised his hand for a round of rapid fire. The rapid shooting of the Elite Ninth Order, of course, cannot be underestimated. Sartre also noticed such a threat, and if he was hit by this round of dense arrow rain, his body would definitely be affected a lot.

Since you can't hard-connect, dodge. Sartre just wanted to leave. Thatch charged, galloped to Sartre's left, and slashed at his body with a sharp axe. Sartre was furious, and his sharp claws were aimed at Thatch.

However, Fuhang will not let him succeed like this. From the right, Fuhang with various buffs is added. Sartre had to use both hands to attack from both sides. Although Sartre has temporarily avoided some damage, Sylvanas's rapid shooting will give Sartre a vivid lesson in hunters.

The dense rain of arrows with blood-red fluorescence shot at Sartre's body passionately. Sartre was not completely defenseless. Soon, a shroud of energy with brown magical energy enveloped his body.

The energy in this brown magic shield was contaminated with Fuhang and Thatch's bodies, causing them to feel uncomfortable.

Barriers to suffering, no wonder. Fu Hang examined the skill that Sartre had unleashed in front of him, a spell shield that could not only block damage, but also deal mental damage to enemies who attacked him. It is worthy of Sartre, a creature dedicated to creating pain and gore with a twisted soul.

The Affliction Barrier had limited defenses, and soon, the magical barrier dissipated. Sylvanas' rain of arrows still took a toll on Sartre.

After the rain of arrows dissipated, Thatch and Fuhang quickly evacuated.

"This is the pain you have brought on yourselves, feel the pain from the depths of your soul." Sartre let out a low roar, his blood-red eyes were filled with a violent aura, and brown blood mist emanated from Sartre's body.

A surging mist of blood spread out and enveloped everyone present. It was the real smell of blood, and a hazy mist of blood spilled on everyone present. Fu Hang clearly felt the sharp pain in his mind.

"Blood-misting hurts." Epic 1st Order, consumes the enemy's mental power, 2% per second, until the creature's mental power is exhausted, and inhibits the action of the enemy creature during the casting process, the faster the enemy creature's action, the faster the mental power is consumed.

Although this skill does not damage in terms of HP, the loss of mental power is no different from HP. You know, if a creature has no spiritual power, that is, it has lost its spirit and mind, so even if his body is still alive, what is the use?

Sartre just stood in place, the shattered rift on his body still emitting a bloody mist. Such a spiritual attack made Fuhang feel unprecedented pressure. Because, there is really no way to stop Sartre from continuing to cast spells.

Not only Funa's team, but also Sylvanas were in deep pain.

Fu Hang endured his headache and asked, "Your Excellency, is there really nothing you can do to stop this pervert from continuing to release such a disgusting skill?" ”

Sylvanas was also tormented by the blood mist, but she didn't feel too much pain to show it. On her face, it's more calm.

"Yes, go over and attack, interrupt his spell casting. But there is a chance that they will never come back. Sylvanas said.

Can you attack in the past? Fuhang seemed to have grasped a glimmer of life. Didn't you just learn a natural skill? Manipulating time, as long as you don't die and your mental power is not consumed, you may be able to return to your original state.

In addition, he also has an enhanced flash technique. It is not without chance to cut down this extremely perverted Sartre.

I was twenty meters away from Sartre. Flashing outside the book strengthens the flashing technique, which can run twelve meters. The remaining eight meters can only be completed by maneuvering time.

Time was pressing, and Fuhang didn't have time to think too much, and at the moment of life and death, Fuhang once again chose to fight for his life.

Sartre is immobile when he releases the mist of blood from his pain. Fu Hang only needs to slash him once, he can interrupt his spell casting, and he can also make himself suffer a certain amount of skill retaliation.

Fuhang also knows very well that as long as he cracks Sartre's trick, then the odds of winning will be greatly improved.

Flash! Fu Hang's body seemed to have entered another dimension, shuttling through an illusory magic matrix, and then flashing out of another magic matrix. This is not a simple displacement, in the feeling of Fuhang, it seems to have entered another strange space.