In the Balkal Mountains, a huge monster with burning flames entrenched on the top of the mountain, raised its narrow neck, and looked down on the whole land silently. The mud and rubble on the mountain where it stood had long since disappeared without a trace, dissolving into dark red magma that was constantly spilling out of the hillside with bubbles spilling out - the whole area had been transformed into a 'flaming mountain' filled with black smoke.

The dreadbeast's hollow pupils were filled with endless killing breath, and its long neck was stiffly bent, its fangs were opened, and its hoarse and muddy breath erupted from its churning chest:

"Roaring !!!!!"

With a long groan that shook the air into broken ripples, the air around it suddenly boiled, and wisps of black smoke swaying clockwise appeared—the invisible flames were condensing, intending to crumple all the witchers to ashes.

"You think I'm going to let you charge up!?"

Evan stared at the monster that looked like a fire dragon, but only had its forelimbs and lower body balancing against its long tail, and the ten fingers of his hands were spread, and the ghost energy in his palms rotated and condensed into a beam of light, shooting out one by one.

Boom Boom Boom ——!

With the humming sound of the atmosphere, hundreds of scorching rays swept towards the Dreadbeast, and all poured down on its head with precision, and the waves of furious waves filled the sky, tearing even the black smoke into the air.

Roar——!!!

The evil man roared and shook his head, his body tilted back slightly, and the flames condensed between his teeth suddenly poured into the air, spraying a red rainbow that shaped a wave of heat in the sky.

The fact that the breath was forcibly interrupted during Evan's attack does not mean that it has lost its ability to attack at this moment.

The 'Fire Dragon' roared backwards, raised its head sharply, and flapped its flame-wrapped wings, sending a gust of wind through the flames of its body. In the next moment, hundreds of flames rose from the surface of its wings, shooting like a shower of meteors towards the Demon Hunter.

As soon as the flames broke away from the dreadbeast's body, it was as if it had broken free from some kind of restraint, and the upper half of its body turned into a flaming translucent skeleton, and the lower half of its body was a long tail flame. They screamed and swooped down with their claws raised, rapidly closing in on the witcher from all directions, countless flame ghosts crisscrossing the sky, a suffocating sense of oppression permeating the entire field.

"Ahh

Seeing the dense flame ghosts descending from the sky, Dismark immediately raised his axe to block quickly, and the silver streamer left scratches in the air, crushing all these swarming evil spirits and chopping them into flying sparks.

"Hahaha!"

The corners of the witcher's mouth lifted slightly, revealing a smug look, and a sudden gust of wind swept by him, and the sharp air currents instantly ruffled his thick beard.

He glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that it was Tessa flashing past him, and because the speed was so fast, he could only see a series of slowly fading afterimages.

As she ran, her speed became faster and faster, and the moment she clashed with the flame ghost, it was as if countless short silver lightning bolts passed through the sky, and the silver rays passed through, and the evil spirit was instantly torn into countless pieces, and the hot sparks that shot down from the sky seemed to be a rain of blood.

"She kills so fast......"

Desmarck sighed in amazement, almost forgetting that he was still running, and almost fell to the ground with one of his feet.

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Looking at the screaming flame ghost in the sky, a middle-aged swordsman with white hair suddenly stopped his steps, and while stabilizing his body, he pulled out a two-handed giant sword that was taller than a person from the sword frame on his back.

From the front, there are several wing-shaped tattoos on the left side of his cheek, and those strange gray eyes seem to be dull, but the essence hidden in the bottom of the eyes is like a jumping spark.

Dressed in a light brown leather vest, with trousers of the same material underneath, and silver metal armor covering his legs and shins, the skin exposed to the armor was covered with numerous scars, large and small. Wearing a pair of special leather gloves on his hands, he held the sword in a very different posture from that of an ordinary swordsman - completely contrary to the bone structure, which was not a movement that could be done by a human hand, as if it had undergone some kind of surgical modification.

“......”

The middle-aged swordsman stared up at the sky and took a step forward with his giant sword in his grip.

In the next moment, the dazzling sword swept awake the still air, and the semi-circular trajectory drawn by the giant sword in his hand buried itself in the sharp air current, drawing a beautiful silver arc.

Sneer——!

An incomparable wave of qi exploded in all directions with him as the center - the sword blade agitated and compressed the air flow as sharp as a substance, forming a sharp current forward, and the almost solid white air flow refracted the light, and instantly pulled out a crescent-shaped arc light with a width of nearly thirty meters in mid-air, and the arc light extended and further expanded, forming a thin arc-shaped blade with a diameter of 100 meters to sweep the sky.

Whoosh——!

The sword light that shimmered with a faint silver light lay across the sky, and from a distance it looked like a pale white tide, instantly sweeping through the misty sky, and all the flame ghosts in its pass exploded and shattered.

After a sword crossed the air, the middle-aged swordsman instantly lowered the blade of the sword, pinned the giant sword against his arm, held it in his hand and took another step, galloping towards the dreadbeast on the top of the mountain.

From behind, in addition to the giant sword in his hand, he also wore a variety of swords on his body, and there were dozens of them in total - the strap-like sword frame on his back was full of sheathed weapons, including blunt weapons, short swords, giant swords, thin swords, and thin-winged swords. In addition, there are several horizontal swords and short swords hanging from the sword grids on the left and right sides of the waist.

The captain of the second team, Orkas the Witcher, the possessor of the divine power of Shu, the god of war, is not good at driving spells himself, and only relies on it to increase the strength of his telekinesis. Proficient in the use of dozens of weapons, with a special talent that can resonate with the weapons around you, you can exert great power in battle.

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The fierce fire on the mountain was still spreading rapidly, and in the firelight, Evan Qing's black face was faintly red, reflecting countless surging tongues of fire.

Explosions continued to sound behind him, and the terrifying heat hit him one after another, as if to swallow him in this sea of fire. The blazing tongue of fire jumped up and down, like countless outstretched arms, and in just a few breaths, it spread halfway up the mountainside.

After forcibly stopping the dreadbeast's breath, Evan ignored the flame ghosts released by the other party's scattering, knowing that this level of attack would not threaten many captains.

For them, the only real threat is the 'fire dragon' at the top of the mountain, this guy doesn't even need to attack, just stay there, and it won't be long before the churning magma that the mountain dissolves into will flood Pushu Town.