Chapter Seventy-Three:

"Fire Barrier!"

The gray-robed mage's staff was raised slightly, and then a barrier of four flames appeared around him, enveloping him.

In this regard, Zhang Yuan wanted to complain, you have nothing to do and push yourself into the fire, aren't you afraid of being killed by heat?

Of course, heat death will definitely not be heat death, after all, these four fire walls are all controlled by the gray-robed mage himself, and it is impossible to cause any damage to himself at all.

Otherwise, wouldn't those mages be too easy to GG?

Is it possible to fight with someone else, and not kill someone yet, and then blow yourself up with a spell?

Well, it's possible, but a truly skilled mage will never make such a mistake.

"Roar!"

At this time, the flame giant roared angrily and continued to fight Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan refused to show weakness at all, the tentacles behind him stretched out, and then the top of the tentacles also grabbed a huge magic sword.

The magic sword was wrapped with flames, and it was a fierce sword against the flame giant.

"Buzz!"

When the magic sword saw the flame giant, the whole sword was a little excited, as if he was waiting for the real master, and wanted to run out of Zhang Yuan's place and come to the arms of the person he chose.

But it's a pity that the power of the magic sword is too weak, and it is not Zhang Yuan's opponent at all.

Under the control of absolute power, although the magic sword was a little reluctant, it was still under Zhang Yuan's control, and slashed at the flame giant.

Although the Flame Giant said that he did not have his own consciousness, he still held the sword according to his instinct.

Then the two of them began to fight for this magic sword, although the strength of the flame giant was not as good as Zhang Yuan, but there was also this magic sword that was unwilling to submit to Zhang Yuan, and the two combined, they were on a par with Zhang Yuan.

However, at the top of Zhang Yuan's tentacles, drops of black blood were constantly dripping on the magic sword, and the magic sword was constantly being eroded by Zhang Yuan's power.

The flames wrapped around the sword slowly turned from orange to black.

It looks weird and scary.

The magic sword was eroded by Zhang Yuan little by little, and when the last bit of the sword tip was invaded by Zhang Yuan's blood, the magic sword let out a painful wail, and then from then on, it really became a magic sword.

After actually turning into a magic sword, the black flames around it disappeared without a trace.

"Quack~" The flame giant suddenly let out a painful sound, and then let go of his hand, and on the palm of the flame giant, strange black spots appeared.

"Huh."

Zhang Yuan sneered, after the magic sword was demonized by himself, the level of power had completely changed, and the flame was blazing as the main lethality, but after being transformed by Zhang Yuan, it became erosion.

"Damn, what kind of monsters are these."

On the other side, the gray-robed mage looked at the alien in front of him, and his face was almost dark.

There are too many aliens, dense, and they can't be counted at all, and the ghost knows how many alien embryos Zhang Yuan released just now.