Casillas defected from Kama Taj and brought with him a large number of cultists who had thrown themselves into the darkness and were willing to become slaves of the evil god Dormammu. Although the magic strength of these cultists is inferior to Casillas himself, they also have the dark magic of Dormammu, and their strength is not weak.

Without Casillas' order, the cultists were already showing their swords and marching towards Michael. The "Air Blade" they held in their hands was a condensed dark mana, and the shape and size were hidden in the vague air flow and were unrecognizable, so the origin and length of their weapon moves were difficult to estimate when they were in close combat, which in disguise made the power of each of their moves increase by a large margin.

At the front was a mage with a blackened face and a long black braid on his head. He rushed ahead of the group, his arm forward, a fuzzy blade stabbed in the chest. He rushed with great momentum, but his tricks were not so remarkable. Michael stabbed him in the face with his sword, causing him to move back and forth, and Michael took the opportunity to raise his palm and shoot a pulse cannon in the chest, and the energy blast slapped him far away into the crowd behind him.

The mages behind avoided the creature's body by jumping sideways or leaping, and continued to accelerate upward. The next three of them attacked at the same time, and the three unsightly blades attacked Michael's three key points in front of him, and the range of the three of them covered more parts of his body, and they could turn to attack his other key points at any time according to his dodge response.

But Michael had no intention of hiding at all. He stood still, the spell sword was handed out, and the flame-colored sword light flashed, and the sword momentum was amazingly fast. Before the three of them could see what was happening, they each felt a pain in their wrists, and when they came back to their senses, the wrists of the three armed weapons had all been severed by Qi Gen. Three squeezing blades landed on the ground, and the floor slid open as if it had been triggered, swallowing all three palms.

The three of them howled violently and retreated. Although the rest of the mages continued to step forward, their eyes looking at the ironclad man in front of them couldn't help but show timidity. They are both followers of Casillas, and they both have a slight understanding of each other's level of strength. The strength of most of them is in the middle of the best, and the higher ones are not much higher, and the lower ones are not so bad. But the other party only took the kung fu of the face to pierce three moves, and a simple sword cut off the palms of the three people, how can people calm down in this scene?

More mages came together, and all sorts of invisible spell blades attacked. Michael faced eight people at the same time, each with different weapons, but their shapes and sizes were still hidden in the vague air currents. Normally, this kind of blade is extremely difficult to distinguish and deal with with one person, and at this time, eight people each occupy a position to attack together, and even their leader Casillas himself may not be able to catch a few moves.

Michael was trapped in this heavy siege, and he still didn't panic at all, and his sword still exuded a calm and unhurried confidence. He was not in a hurry, but his sword was surprisingly fast, and with each sword, he stabbed a person in the shoulder, arm, or wrist, forcing the opponent's blade to escape. Two of them were distracted, and a small flaw leaked in their movements, and they were caught by Michael, who separated two swords and wiped their throats, and the two mages were killed on the spot.

Casillas asked the reinforcements to come forward to besiege first, and he only took a moment to catch his wounds before preparing to continue the attack. As soon as he made a seal, he conjured an air spear in his hand, and was about to rush into the formation again, only to find that the reinforcements who rushed forward had already killed and wounded twelve in such an instant. The black-gold body surrounded in the center was like a harvester with full power, rampage between the mages was as easy as chopping melons and vegetables, and one of them would fall with every sword.

Casillas held his spear in his hand and stood still for a few seconds. Then the blade in his hand gradually disappeared, and he silently turned his head, reaching out and drawing a teleportation circle in the space.

Obviously, rushing up at this time is to send you to death. He found that he seemed to be underestimating the threat to his enemies a little too much, and he had naively thought that this Michael Paso, no matter how powerful, was at best a mage who learned quickly, but now it seemed that this person was a threat to them only below the Supreme Mage Gu Yi himself.

So Master Casillas thought it over and over again, and finally decided that it was better to go.

Stabbed down three mages in a row, and a raid alarm from the back of his head suddenly appeared on the virtual screen in front of Michael. A howling wind blew on the vibranium helmet, and a fist wrapped in a vague air stream slammed into it. Michael caught it with his backhand, and his palm firmly caught the opponent's punch, but the huge force attached to the punch actually shook his body slightly through the gimbal armor, and the dark magic penetrated through the vibranium shell, stabbing his arm slightly.

Michael, slightly surprised, glanced at the man more. The mage who punched also had exaggerated dark circles around his eyes and dark lines painted on his cheeks, and the whole person looked gloomy. He was as muscular as a bull, and his arms were twice as thick as a normal man due to the bulging muscles of his arms. He had no blades, but his fists were attached to a blurred flow of air, and perhaps his fists were his weapons.

This is Casillas' strongest mage other than himself, and it is one of the few types of mages that prefer to fight empty-handed.

At this time, the besieging mages were counted as the last three. The other two saw him showing a rare flaw, and rushed to attack Michael from behind without thinking. But Michael didn't look back at all, and slashed off a person's arm with a backhand sword, followed by a long sword that stabbed Ling Yiyi's heart. He pulled out the blade of his sword, and flexibly turned it in the palm of his hand and pinched it in his hand, without slanting his eyes in the process, as if he had done a small thing with his hands.

There is one last one left. The mage let out a loud shout, and a punch struck out of the air, and the air flow impact that was indistinguishable to the naked eye slammed into his face domineeringly. Michael raised his palm and fired a spell pulse cannon to disperse it. Following the jet of the thruster on his back, his body soared, and the fire-colored sword light pierced straight away. When the mage saw him approaching, he didn't want to roar, and threw a fist with his right hand and his left hand, slamming into his head and abdomen. Before he could use the dark magic power that was full of his body, he suddenly saw a red light flashing in front of him, and the palm of his right hand suddenly ached. Somehow, the spell sword pierced through his palm, stabbing upwards against his arm, and the tip of the sword pointed straight at the door with a cold red light.

Another sword, this sword stabbed the black mage from the palm to the head, and he couldn't die anymore.

Michael let go of his hand, the magic dissipated, and the blade vanished. Looking back, the Dark Mage on the ground was lying on the ground, dead or wounded.

Casillas ran.