"Wizard of Perdition: Hell Demons, Projection, Level 2."

The Wizard of Perdition, who looked like the chief of an African tribe, of course, had dark red skin, a pair of golden horns on his head, a necklace of white fangs around his neck, and a skeletal scepter in one hand and a snow-white shiny Mish scimitar in the other.

Although there was no sunlight, there was still a faint cold glow on the scimitar.

Even though they were dozens of meters away, Tang Fan's eyes were still involuntarily attracted by the scimitar, he was sure that the scimitar was definitely not an ordinary product.

Looking down at the machete in his hand, and then at the scimitar, Tang Fan had an urge to throw the machete away.

The body of the Sinking Wizard was thin and thin, and it looked trembling when it walked, and the skull flag staff was supported like a crutch, as if one foot had stepped into a coffin, and every step it took made Tang Fan think that it was going to fall or even die directly.

But the level of the Sinking Wizard is higher than that of the Sinking Demon, Tang Fan constantly warned himself that he must not be underestimated, he must be cautious and cautious, who knows what kind of terrible means this thing seems to be about to die.

After killing a Sinking Demon, the saber man and the young man with an iron pickaxe also saw the appearance of the Sinking Wizard. However, they didn't have Tang Fan's ability, so naturally they couldn't know that the Sinking Wizard was a more terrifying existence than the Sinking Demon.

The saber man is better, after all, he is a person who has experienced wind and waves, and he does not have the frizz of young people. And the young man with the iron pickaxe who had just killed a sinking demon was full of enthusiasm, ignoring the other two sinking demons who seemed to be fleeing in embarrassment, screamed, raised the iron pickaxe, and rushed towards the sinking wizard.

"Wait." The saber man always felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly shouted.

But the young man with the iron pickaxe didn't look back, just shouted: "Watch me stone it to death." ”

The seemingly cloudy eyes of the Fallen Wizard suddenly revealed a fierce light, and I saw its lips flutter a few times, and in less than two seconds, the skeleton flag staff waved casually.

With a snort, a thick red mist suddenly appeared from the skull's eye sockets and mouth at the top of the flagstick, and these mist quickly coalesced in a second, turning into a fireball the size of a football.

The fireball was like a meteor, dragging a long flame tail, and shot at the young man with an iron pickaxe at a high speed of twenty meters per second.

The blazing heat came to his face, and the young man with the iron pickaxe was only a little more than twenty meters away from the Sinking Wizard.

Almost for a second, the young man with the pickaxe was so frightened that he didn't have time to dodge.

With a bang, the fireball hit the young man with the pickaxe, and the sparks splashed like fireworks, and the body of the young man with the iron pickaxe, under the impact and explosion of the fireball, was scattered in pieces, and he didn't even scream.

With a clang, the flying iron pickaxe fell more than ten meters away, smashing a small hole in the hard ground, and the flames burned on the iron pickaxe.

The sparks fell one after another, reflecting the completely dull faces of the people, and on the ground, the body of the young man was surrounded by flames and burned, making a snorting sound, and his head rolled with flames, leaving a charred mark on the ground.

Frightened, shocked, desperate, dead silent.

As if the Wizard of Destruction had done something insignificant, his lips twitched a few more times, and a golden light flashed on the skull, like a cold star in the night sky.

With the swing of the skull banner staff of the Sinking Wizard, a cold star-like golden light suddenly appeared on the corpse of the Sinking Demon that was killed by the saber man and the iron pickaxe young man, and then, the wound on the body of the Sinking Demon, the blood flowed back, and healed in the blink of an eye, a carp stiffened, and the Sinking Demon stood up again.

"Mom, run."

"Monster...... Monster ......"

"Woo...... Don't kill me......"

It's messed up, those who reacted, they were all messed up, a fireball directly blew people apart, and the monsters that had died were not only resurrected but also full of blood, which was beyond the limit of what they could bear, and it was already good that they didn't collapse on the spot.

The saber man's face became extremely ugly, and the monster that he had tried his best to kill was easily resurrected.

Is there really no way to live?

The dozen or so people in the back, some squatting in the corner, shivering and crying, and some ran to the staircase in a panic.

After resurrecting the Sinking Demon, the Sinking Wizard continued to walk forward, its speed was very slow, like a turtle, and it took almost five times as long to walk a few steps as a normal person.

The Wizard of Perdition paused again, looking at the saber man with fierce eyes.

The saber man was looked at by this kind of look, and suddenly felt like falling into an ice cellar and felt chills all over, and he recalled in his mind the scene where the young man with the iron pickaxe was blown apart by a fireball, and he could no longer suppress the fear in his heart.

With an exclamation, the saber man quickly retreated, even though it was psychological fear, but he understood better that he couldn't turn his back on a monster, especially a monster that would release fireballs to attack at high speed.

Sure enough, the Wizard of Perdition chanted the incantation again, waved the skull flagstaff, and a burst of hot red mist reappeared, and a fireball shot at the saber man at a rapid speed.

The distance between the saber man and the sinked wizard was more than fifty meters, and it would take two and a half seconds for the fireball to fly over these fifty meters, which was enough for the saber man, who had considerable combat experience, to react.

Rolling to the side on the spot, I felt a scorching breath rush through quickly.

There was a bang from behind him, and the fireball hit the wall behind him, and the sparks mixed with the high-temperature cement fragments flew away, and the two people who were so frightened that their legs were weak and squatted in the corner of the wall and howled, they were directly splashed by the high-temperature debris and sparks.

Terrible shards broke through their skin, piercing into their flesh down to their bones, and sparks fell on their clothes and hair, and burst into flames, the fire growing in the blink of an eye.

"Ah...... Help......"

"Help me...... I don't want to die yet......"

The two burning men rolled around on the ground, wailing bitterly, but their voices grew faint until they were completely gone, and the fire on them was still burning.

When the saber man saw two living people being burned alive, he felt a kind of desolation and deep anger in his heart for no reason.

"Come on, monster." The saber man got up quickly, held the knife in both hands and faced the Sinking Wizard, and roared, with a resolute voice: "Today is either you die or I die." ”

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