Under the roaring pressure of the waves, there was a faint cold laughter. I saw that on the altar dripping with blood and white bones, a flickering Vishalon Holy Emblem slowly emerged from it, becoming larger and larger, hanging above the altar, twisting, turning into a vague figure, and it was becoming clear little by little.

The power of the main material world instinctively rejects and suppresses the divine power, and it is easy for the gods to project an incarnation without much power, but it is still very troublesome to bring the incarnation with real combat power to the main material world.

Everyone present understood this, so the Vishalon were all prostrate on their knees, praying even more devoutly, and bowing to the gods. The godly lighthouse-like coordinates, and the ritual of sacrifice that has been completed, in exchange for the chance of the true incarnation of the Lich God Visharon.

Visharon's incarnation gradually manifested, from a vague shadow to a clear entity, an indescribable divine energy enveloped the space, and countless streams of divine power seeped in from behind the space, like a spider web of intelligence, weaving a realm of divine power that belonged to the god of the lich.

Almost instinctively, Kami's might unfolded, blocking out all the spells that were tentatively shooting from the altar.

The avatar of Visharon descended, looking like a withered corpse, dressed in a rudimentary black robe, with dark yellow skin covered in black patches, and holding a long staff with a skeletal skull at the head.

At this time, several legendary mages in the sky were still engaged in magic wars. On the surface, the Storm Queen Simbu and Sazastan have the upper hand, but their opponents are still stubbornly resisting, and the battle between legendary mages is changing rapidly, without a decisive change in abruptness, and may even last for a long time.

Vishalon stepped down from the void, not rushing to help his allies who were fighting Sazastan, but stepped onto the altar and reached for a orb that shimmered with a black-purple glow.

It was a bead that seemed to be alive, constantly changing in size, black and purple swirling unsteadily around its surface, mixing like water and oil, converging and absorbing the light around it.

The Dead Moon Orb, one of the most famous artifacts in the realm, is said to have been created by the Grand Lich Ravoc. The best substance to summon and enslave the powerful beings of the Alien Plane, not long ago, Sazastan and Lavok made a deal to borrow the Dead Moon Orb from him and tried to perform a magical ritual to control a powerful demon lord, only to be destroyed by a team of nameless adventurers at the last moment of the ceremony, and the Dead Moon Orb disappeared in the ensuing explosion.

However, it now seems that this artifact, which was originally used to deal with the Lich God Visharon, has now appeared in the ritual to summon Visharon's arrival, and has obviously become one of the mediums for Visharon's arrival.

With the power of the Dead Moon Orb, as long as the avatar of Visharon obtains this spell, it will greatly reduce the suppression of him by the main material world, and he can continuously obtain power supplies from it.

However, before Visharon's hands could touch the Dead Moon Orb, the owner of a white bone palm appeared out of the air and gently grasped the orb that exuded a dark and sad aura.

Under the power of the Dead Moon Orb, the lich Ravoc's invisibility spell vanished, revealing his emaciated skeletal body wrapped beneath his elaborate robes.

The Lich's hollow eyes shone with a sharp red light, countless magical lights flashed on its ornate and delicate robes, and dozens of purple-red Io Stones swirled around its head.

"Lavok?"

Visharon stared at the sudden appearance of the lich, whether as a former necromancer or as a current lich god, he naturally recognized this legendary mage who could be said to be the most powerful lich in the realm, more than forty levels, and that was a figure that the gods should also be cautious about.

The Lich God looked at Lavoc cautiously and said in a hoarse voice, "I don't think we've ever had conflicts or fetters between us!" ”

"There is no need for a god to exist above the lich!"

Lawalker said lightly, and at the same time, as soon as his palm was flipped, the Dead Moon Orb automatically suspended above his head, and dozens of Ayn Stones adjusted their orbits, as if the stars were holding the moon.

The mage is arguably the most arrogant god in the realm, and the great arcanists of the Netherel era thought that the gods were nothing more than a more powerful arcanist. Lichs, as the leader of the mage group, are even less likely to like the sudden appearance of an extra god above their heads. What's more, the god who is now the god of the lich was originally also a necromancer who was not too outstanding.

"It's been a long time, Vishalon!"

Sazastan suddenly gave up on his opponent, flew down, and stood on the side of the avatar of the god, faintly forming horns with Lavok, but his opponent did not attack as expected.

Although he looks like an old man with a kind face, he is actually a lich, and his body is just a skeleton!

"We meet again."

The Lich God Vishalon hovered above the altar, slowly turning his head to look at Lavok and his former enemy, and at the same time as he arrived, the entire battlefield suddenly changed, and one of the strong men who had been fighting against Sazastan suddenly rebelled, and he was caught off guard and directly routed the direction of the opponents.

"Sazastan, you are as cunning as ever."

Looking at the allies who were caught in a bitter battle, and the strong men who were faintly surrounded, the lich god Visharon immediately realized that he had been fooled and had been led into a trap by Sazastan.

If he was still a mortal, he was only afraid that he would immediately prepare to escape, but now that he has become a god, he deeply understands the gap between mortals and gods, so he is very confident and fearless, just glanced around, and said lightly, "It seems that you have made a lot of preparations for this." So, who else? ”

"Me."

A shadow prince dressed in shadow robes stepped out of the shadows, as if casually taking up a position, and surrounded Vishalon in the middle with Lavok and Sazastan: "Brainus Tanshur from Shadow City. ”

"A Netherworld Prince?"

Visharon also seemed a little confused, and nodded slightly, "Then ......"

As soon as he said half a sentence, he suddenly paused the white bone staff in his hand, and in an instant, a pale realm suddenly descended, and countless trickles of divine power suddenly intertwined, suddenly draining all the colors in the realm, leaving only a dead, cold, and silent world.

Almost instantly, all the Visharen cultists in the Pale Realm let out a heart-rending scream at the same time, and their bodies directly shrank and fell apart, and white balls of light rose up and burrowed into Vishalon's body, and the Lich God suddenly became even more inflated and huge.

"Die!"

The mantra that the god himself spat out directly activated the power of the realm, and a power mixed with the "Finger of Death" and the howl of the banshee suddenly descended on the realm.

In an instant, all the legendary mages shrouded in the pale realm flashed with countless magical aura, one after another triggering spells were activated, and the vast magic power weaved a perfect defensive front, like a castle in a storm, bearing the impact of the turbulent waves of death.

As a deity, Visharon can cast any spell in his realm. For a moment, the pale realm was rampant, the yin wind roared, and countless ghost souls were sandwiched between the white bone spears, swarming towards the extremely legendary mage, launching an all-round three-dimensional attack from spirit to physics.

Although the reaction is slightly slower under the pressure of the gods, several legendary mages are not easy. Powerful spells such as Alert, Swift Burst, Time Stop, etc., will allow them to keep up with the attack rhythm of the Lich God Visharon for the first time.

The Great Lich Lavoc seemed to be careless, and the powerful Lich who was covered with artifacts and magic items didn't need to use his hands at all, but the Dead Moon Orb and the magic barrier composed of dozens of Ain Stones easily resisted the attack of the Lich God Visharon.

And the prince of the shadows seemed to have been prepared, and his figure was slightly interesting, turning into a blurred shadow, avoiding this round of attacks. In a world stripped of color, only black and white, he is like a swimming shadow, slyly wandering in the black and white space, and dodging all attacks when he sees it.

Sazastan, on the other hand, directly tore out a black spatial rift around him, absorbing all the skulls that attacked him. However, as the sworn enemy of the Lich God, he was treated by Visharon, as if ignoring the space, in a trance, Visharon's body had crossed the distance between him and Sazastan, and the skeleton-like white bone hand directly penetrated the layers of protective magic on Sazastan's body and grabbed Sazastan's soul.

"Time stops!"

In an instant, space-time stopped, and space-time was divided. The space-time around Sazastan seemed to become viscous and sluggish, and he himself was temporarily in another plane, dodging the surprise attack of Visharon in the relative space-time of the world.

The relative time and space brought by the time stoppage, as well as the mind-accelerating trigger spell, gave Sazastan enough time to think about how to respond to and counter the Lich God Vishalon's raid.

However, just when Sazastan was carefully weaving spells one after another, ready to teach Visharen such a harsh lesson. But I suddenly found that in the relatively solidified world unconsciously, all colors suddenly faded, leaving only a single color of black and white.

"Idiot, the gods are immune to time stops!"

A mocking smile appeared at the corner of Visharon's mouth, and then directly broke through the relative time flow of Sazastan's magical disturbance, and the white bone grasp slowly but firmly grabbed towards Sazastan.