With the loud sound of the earth shaking and shaking, the mountains of black clouds wrapped in cold and death engulfed the entire Balkal Mountains, gradually overflowing the summits, splitting into large and small tributaries and pouring down. The one with the largest flow, the foulest, and the fastest, had approached the foot of the mountain and swooped down on the dense windbreak at the edge of the town.

The pouring dust was left behind the black smoke, and a pair of dark red glowing pupils gradually filled the front of the waves, and just before the torrent of death flooded the woods, the first wave of counterattacks from the Witcher Legion descended at the same time.

Rumble——!

For a while, the sky was dark, thunder and lightning mixed with countless strong lights flashed, and in an instant, it smashed the waves of death rushing down, and the nightmare breath that expanded and escaped disturbed the cold air, circling and reversing upwards to escape, as if it was slapping on the tip of the wave that fell into countless broken flowers on the reef. At the same time as the 'debris' of the black mist flew into the air, the two torrents finally collided together.

Hundreds of witchers fought side by side, overlapping and intertwining figures standing in front of the waves of death, like a of countless reefs. It seems to be sparse and thin, but under the cover of the black fog halfway through, it shows an unbreakable sense of solemnity.

Under the powerful bombardment of the divine spell, the dreadbeast is like a toy made of paper, and it will be blown to pieces in the blink of an eye.

The weapon struck its target with dazzling sparks, and the sound of metal tearing echoed through the forest with an angry roar. A flash of light shattered the black mist the moment it went out, and even the massive Dreadbeast was distorted and deformed in the moment it hit.

After the thick and filthy torrent of death was blocked, there were ripples in circles, and countless 'meteors' dragged their long, translucent tails, quickly cutting through the dark night sky, and in a flash, the entire sky was reflected in a strange and miserable green.

Meteors burning densely with dark green flames are heading towards the Demon Hunter Legion in a veiling posture - the flames are wrapped in textured and viscous cores, and once hit, the flames will stick to the target's body until the victim's fuel burns to ashes.

Boom-boom-boom——!

In the smoke of gravel and dust shot out everywhere, one explosion after another resounded in the sky, and the entire windbreak forest belt was riddled with holes in the breath, and the main pieces collapsed, burning clusters of miserable green fire.

Whoosh——!

Under the impermeable bombardment of the 'Meteor', the Demon Hunter's camp suddenly bloomed with dazzling silver rays, whirling around like a huge silver plate, suddenly splitting and disintegrating, like a stream of water, converging into light, zigzag and spreading in the air.

Qiang Qiang Qiang ——!

Countless silver rays of light flew out in a radial shape, swimming in the air like a mad snake, hitting meteors with incredible precision, stabbing them one by one and smashing them into fireworks.

And the starting point of all the silver rays of light was concentrated on a single witcher at the front of the team.

He was dressed in a black robe with wide sleeves, his entire face hidden in the shadow of the hood, and only the delicate outline of his chin could be seen, and the robe was swept up by the swirling air currents under his feet, floating in the air.

The leader of the third team, Lopez the Witcher, the curse wielder of Ihel, the god of plants and metallurgy, is known as the Shadowless by the familiar Witchers due to his exceptional speed and unexpected attack.

“......”

Lopez's eyes were closed, his hands were flat to the sides, and his arms were swirled around the silver-white chains of the reset number, each of which shot out of his cuffs like lightning, like a catapulted viper, swimming towards the dense 'shooting stars' in the sky.

Most of the meteors thrown out of the black fog were intercepted by him along the way, and exploded into dark green fireworks.

Ding——!

After removing the threat of the aerial strike, the fine silver light immediately took a turn, and the silver waterfall rushed upwards, penetrating into the black mist, and in a short time there was a cry of fury and pain from the dreadbeast.

"Ugly Thing ......"

The witcher's eyes opened a thin slit, a faint smile floated up at the corner of his mouth, his fingers moved subtly a few times, and a dense piercing sound was immediately heard from the black mist, and when the silver chain was retracted, the dreadbeast had already split into dozens of dissipated and transpiring fragments.

Whoosh——!

Countless sharp cones suddenly burst out from the black mist, all of which had the same target, all pointing at Peroz, forming a saturated firepower net. The spikes like steel pendants blasted to the ground like lightning, and the witcher's form remained unchanged, the chain curled and flew, and then disappeared in an instant.

Bang bang——!

When the smoke cleared, Lopez reappeared on the ground, standing in the darkness, facing the black fog, not speaking or moving, like a shadow in the cold night. At this time, if one looked closely at Peroz's arm, they could see that countless golden, glowing leaf veins faintly appeared on his arm.

Boom ——!

After the sharp cone was strafed, the huge and hideous figure rushed out through the black mist, and the huge dreadbeast like a small mountain shook the earth, and opened its jaw-shaped mouthparts, and the figure of Peroz was reflected in the pupils of his eyes, stretching out a huge claw full of barbs, and smashing it into the other party.

“......”

The witcher stared coldly at his prey, his eyes shining brightly, and the ground beneath him seemed to suddenly blow his black robes into a roar, making him look like a reaper who harvested souls in the darkness.

"How can you be allowed to defile this land!"

He flicked off his sleeves, and in the process, the chains extending from the cuffs suddenly swelled and shot out, and the air suddenly "ding-ding-ding" a string of metal touches and a dense sound, and the silver light intertwined and weaved countless cold chains, like a huge net thrown by a fisherman into the ocean to fish.

In a brief moment, the silver-white chain rushed towards the dreadbeast like a wave, and after a dazzling staggered flash, the dreadbeast, which was still menacing before, was reduced to a 'silkworm' with half of its body exposed.

“......”

He silently opened his arms, grabbed the chain with his backhand, and pulled it outward with a light weight.

Sneer——!

There was a sharp cracking sound in the air.

The silver network and the body of the dreadbeast instantly scattered and split, and a burst of dark red and smelly blood landed on the ground with a "bang", and a moment later, it steamed into a mutated nightmare breath in the bitter cold wind.

At this moment, dozens of thick bone spurs shot out of the black mist, each of which was five meters long, and this scene looked like a missile discharge.