The brief spatial transformation made Fu Hang's body move forward by six meters. In the process of advancing, Fuhang clearly felt that his body seemed to have reached another time, because, in this short shuttle, his mental power was not consumed. That means that his mental power has not been affected by the blood mist of pain.

Fu Hang's mind suddenly opened up, when would he be able to stay in this space. If you can use this space, you can avoid many disasters by finding less, because this space is a natural haven, a place where no one can find it.

After flashing for a distance, Fuhang also strengthened the flash, shuttling again, and Fuhang had already noticed Sartre's location through the hazy blood mist. A little bit of blood stained Sartre's body, and it looked extremely bloody.

Then the acceleration state of the flash was strengthened, and soon, Fuhang approached Sartre. At the same time, Fu Hang's mind also exploded, and the rapid movement accelerated to consume Fu Hang's mental power. For Fuhang, what he is doing now can be said to be the speed of life and death.

Sylvanas's forehead also oozed beads of sweat, and it was not difficult to see that Sylvanas's nervousness was not much less than that of Fuhang. It's a pity that this time the Pain Blood Mist consumes mental power, and it is still consumed by a percentage. Sylvanas didn't have so many displacement skills for Fuhang, so he could only let Fuhang go and interrupt Sartre's skill release. If this is left on hold in normal times, as long as Sylvanas is there, it will definitely not let Fuhang take such a big risk.

Not only Sylvanas, but also the members of the Fuhang team all sweated for Fuhang.

Life and death are in one fell swoop.

Rumble! A violent roar exploded in Fuhang's mind. Even though Fuhang had used the control time, Fuhang was still pulled into the illusion. If you lose the support of your divine thoughts, you will fall into the abyss. Such a violent consumption of mental power has already made Fuhang begin to hallucinate. Fu Hang only felt like he was in free fall, falling into the abyss.

The screams and wails from the abyss made Fuhang feel very bored.

In fact, this is the true power of the Pain Blood Mist, pulling creatures into illusions, gradually consuming their minds and thoughts.

Sylvanas and the rest of the team observed something strange about Fuhang. He just stood still, motionless, with only a painful expression on his face, expressing his current situation.

"Commander Sylvanas, what's wrong with the captain?" Bane Bloodhoof saw that something was wrong and hurriedly asked.

Sylvanas gritted her teeth and comforted the rest of the team, "Stand here and don't move, trust Fuhang, trust your captain." Sylvanas didn't know the bottom of his heart, but he could only hope for Fuhang, if everyone acted together now, then the consumption of mental power would be absolutely overloaded, and at that time, everyone would be the lamb to be slaughtered in front of Sartre.

Come on, come on, help the voyage. Sylvanas shouted silently in her heart.

A high-frequency piercing sound resounded in Fuhang's eardrums. In the hallucination that Fu Hang had generated, the familiar Holy Knight reappeared.

Dazzling holy light radiated from the blooming wings. The light that lingered between his hands lifted the vertically descending support of the navigation. The soft light was injected into Fuhang's mind, making Fuhang more and more sober.

"Knight of the Light?" Fuhang looked at the Holy Knight in front of him in surprise.

"Don't ask me who I am, I don't have time to talk to you right now, go and save your companion." Before Fuhang could ask, the divine dragon saw the head and tail of the holy knight and disappeared into Fuhang's environment.

Fuhang, who had regained his mental strength, felt energetic and his body became more flexible. Soon, he locked on Sartre's position. The ash messenger in his hand kept rippling with holy light, and slowly walked towards Sartre.

"I knew you could." Sylvanas muttered.

"You, how could it be!" Sartre, who was continuing to cast spells, looked at Fuhang in surprise, he couldn't believe that a mage who was not at the elite level could actually break his own painful blood mist. And you can also show that Xiàn is so calm, as if he has never been hurt.

"How is it impossible, don't I stand in front of you pervert now?" Now it's Fuhang's turn to tease Sartre. Fuhang does have this capital.

However, Fu Hang wants to pursue the principle of taking advantage of your illness to kill you, and never be soft on the enemy, and must defeat him and completely destroy him.

"Hammer of Justice!" The Ember Messenger shifted a moon-shaped arc in the air, and with the power of the Holy Light, slashed at Sartre's back.

"Ahh A wail of pain resounded throughout the forest.

Gradually, the pain and blood mist slowly faded away. The members of Fuhang's team and Sylvanas also rushed over and looked at Sartre, who was being eaten back by the Wounded Blood Mist's own power.

The wounds on Sartre's body had not healed, and they were still bleeding. Consuming Sartre's life force.

However, Fuhang knows how much ability Sartre still has, and now the system tells Sù Fuhang that Sartre's HP is still 50%, and it is not that he has lost his combat ability. Fuhang still clutched the Ash Messenger tightly, watching Sartre in pain and struggling vigilantly.

"You dare to humiliate me like this, I want you to die without a place to bury."

Sacrifice in despair!

Fuhang's system immediately told Fuhang Sartre to use this ultimate skill.

Sacrifice of Despair, a scorching magical flame with an aura of despair, surrounds the Releaser, dealing 2,000 damage per second to enemies it touches.

2000 points of damage, Fuhang subconsciously took a few steps back. My current blood volume is only 10,000 points, and I am stuck by this guy, and I am not in the rhythm of lying down instantly? Even though he flashed his skills to save his life, Fu Hang knew very well that his speed was more than a little bit worse than that of this crazy pervert.

"Watch out for the flames around him, it's deadly!" Fuhang warns the surrounding team members.

Fuhang also understood that Sartre was doing the final fight, and he really wanted to tear his team apart.

However, now, Fuhang is not afraid. You didn't kill us just now, so I don't believe that your half-crippled appearance can kill us now.

Putting away the Ember Bringer, Fuhang became an arcane mage again. In such a battle, it is better to maintain long-range output more reliable.

The Eye of Dalaran appeared in Fu Hang's hand, and Fu Hang began to cast an arcane impact non-stop, he wanted to give this Sartre a big surprise. Because, the next battle is no longer his, but the confrontation between Sylvanas and Sartre.

A confrontation between the truly strong.