"Hey, hey, keep going, keep hitting me, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, why are you grinding and chirping so much? Don't even think about running into the greatest Mr. Zuo Fan with this simple little ball, what about the Morning Star spell you just used? Hurry up and keep getting high, I can't wait."

Like a raging storm, the gray-black spheres that formed a dense barrage raged on every inch of the battlefield, and the shock waves of the explosions illuminated the sky that was gradually entering the night as if it were day, and every roaring mushroom cloud accompanied by the swirling law storm was enough to overturn a huge city, but at this moment, such an earth-shattering explosion density had even turned into a carpet and covered the vast rock plains.

Of course, this amazing piece of Morning Star-level law killing would hardly add scars to the inconspicuous little corner of the Faeron plane at this time, because there was no longer any superfluous matter and energy on the battlefield within the entire Great Wasteland, and the raging law tides could only rub a continuous piercing explosion on the indestructible icy rock formation, and in the scattered energy storm one after another, there was only a pale blue phantom that was constantly flickering and changing between each small foothold。

There is no doubt that the Morning Star mage who is pouring down the "Ball of Annihilation" to create this "carpet of destruction" is the "Whisperer of Destruction" punk Sai'an who is building a spell model over and over again with a blank face, and the enemy who dances happily in the raging explosion is the still smiling "Dead Wind" Walkerway-Left fan.

In fact, more than three hours had passed since Punk had given up using the Morning Star spell "Tracer Tide" to kill the enemy and instead of continuously tilting the Morning Star spell to attack, and the only thing he needed to do for such a long time was to see Walkway appear like a whack-a-mole and immediately throw a "Ball of Annihilation", and then watch as the extremely agile enemy easily dodged his attack and appeared in other locations, and finally repeated the process again and again............

It's definitely the most boring and uninteresting battle a punk has ever experienced.

But it doesn't really matter if you think about it, because the Morning Star Mage always has a lot of patience against any kind of enemy.

Anyway, if it is just a simple release of the most conventional means of destruction, the "Ball of Annihilation", the punk is absolutely confident that it will maintain the peak bombing density and release it indefinitely.

After all, he was a level forty-five Morning Star mage with an almost unbelievably fast mana recovery ability, and in terms of attrition warfare, the level forty-four "Death Wind Lantern" could not defeat the Morning Star mage who was one rank higher than him............

Who said that the advantages and disadvantages of one or two small levels will not affect the balance of combat power too much? When they fall into the snowball state of the war of attrition, some guys who have no hole cards and still think they have the ability to skip the level and go heads-up will know how desperate the most basic level gap will be.

For example, at this moment, with the passage of time, the punk who was almost mechanical in bombing spells had already regained his inner peace and indifference, and his soul was unwavering, and he even began to try to make the "fireworks" on the battlefield soaked in a little color and become a little more gorgeous.

However, on the other hand, the self-righteous "dead text style lamp" from the beginning............

It must be admitted that although Walkway's personality is crazy and out of tune, he is by no means a fool who has no combat judgment, he can definitely understand that the hostile Morning Star mage will not waste precious magic power in order to kill him as soon as possible, and he also absolutely understands that a punk with a career level higher than himself is not a Derkle with a career level lower than himself, if he continues to consume it like this, he will probably be the unlucky guy who will be consumed and killed in this barren land after about three or two months.

"Damn, what the hell are you doing? Are you just such a hellish idiot spell? Can you be a good mage? Don't you want to defeat your enemies? Don't you want to win the battle?"

The red-robed mage who gritted his teeth and cursed seemed to be unable to continue to disguise his freehand relaxed mentality, and in the continuous abuse, his gaze slowly began to become more and more hideous and terrifying against the light of the law fragments in the air.

There are a lot of things that can be tested by time, and there are always guys in the world who can't stand the test of time and can't help but vent their anger.

However, no matter what kind of angry curses he faced, instead of becoming impatient, the "Whisper of Destruction" became more and more calm, but he was completely unmoved, even when he saw that Walkway had seriously put a storage ring crooked on his index finger seriously, and the caster with slightly squinted pupils still continued to stand quietly in place, pouring the "Ball of Annihilation" like a torrential rain.

The magnificent energy wind** blew the transparent magic shield on the caster's body, and the light of the sun finally fell on the distant horizon, and the deafening explosion had long since become a new silence that filled the space, and as the caster became more and more accustomed to the super-high-speed movement of the red-robed mage, the afterimage that kept disappearing and reappearing finally seemed less dazzling.

"Is that all you have to do, Mr. Walkway, the 'teleportation' is nothing short of a coward in your hands, and even with such a good morning-level spell, a coward is still just a coward."

Tensing every nerve to pay attention to the enemy's location, the punk, who had slowed down the bombing frequency a little, used the light mental power fluctuations to mock the enemy's "inaction" while secretly clenching the "pale scepter" in his hand.

According to his analysis, the battle has reached such a stalemate stage, and Walkway may finally be unable to help but take the initiative, after all, there is no chance of winning if he continues to fight like this.

So since that's the case............

"Come on, Walkway, how long will you coward continue to hide, do you think you can hide in the paradox of the mind for the rest of your life?"

"Boom"!

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and the wielding staff who pretended to speak confidently commanded a whole new barrage to smash into the empty and smooth ground one after another, and tried to chase the spellcaster who was gradually approaching him with every cannon fire would not be bothered by the passage of magic at all, after all, in front of him, Walkway, who was almost like an electric spark in a dark cloud, had to use his pupils full of murderous intent to be alert to the "Ball of Annihilation" sniping from all directions, exposing most of his body and flower underwear It's the guy who needs to be anxious the most!

Of course, even if the performance is negligent, the actual "Whisper of Destruction" will never be taken lightly by the enemy's seemingly embarrassed dodges one after another, after all, as his reaction speed becomes more and more adaptable, Punk has noticed that Walkerway's strange face, which seems to be distorted by killing intent and soaked in laughter, is slowly emerging a strange excitement............

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