In the palace of the city, there was a purple-black and blue void crack, which continued

exuded a strange chaotic aura, and then inexplicably disappeared into this palace.

Thor looked at the crack in front of him, and although he didn't quite understand where the crack was connected, his instinct told him that as long as he destroyed this thing, most of the crisis would be solved.

Laugh at!

With the sound of electric jumping, a basketball-sized thunder pillar went straight to the crack, between the electric light jumps, directly through the crack, the thunder pillar instantly destroyed most of the palace behind it, and when you look down, you can see the obscure and dim foggy sky outside the hall.

Thor's attack didn't have any effect, as if it had hit the void. The crack still hung steadily in the air, constantly exuding an aura of chaos.

"What's going on? Is the attack ineffective?" Thor struck again in disbelief, and the result was that the palace behind the crack was almost completely destroyed, and the crack was still undamaged.

"Let's do it! We're good at this kind of thing. Johnson, the leader of the witchers not far away, only spoke after seeing that Thor's several attacks were ineffective.

Thor turned his head and looked directly at Johnson, the thunder flashing in his eyes. Johnson looked at him without showing weakness, not in the slightest intimidated by the constant coercion from him.

Dozens of seconds later, Thor snorted coldly and gave up his position. Although he has inherited the bloodline of Thor and inherited some of his combat skills, he has been concentrating on developing the potential of the bloodline

, I don't know much about these occults, and after this incident, it seems that I need to make up for this knowledge.

Johnson didn't waste time after seeing Thor get out of the way, and after checking and observing for a few minutes, he immediately turned around and said, "It's the Chaos Rift, after using the Anti-Chaos Array to isolate the chaotic breath, then seal the spatial crack." ”

Several veteran witchers nodded, and quickly came to the bottom of the Chaos Rift. Quickly took out the graphite juice that had been prepared for a long time, and then quickly outlined a huge pentagram array.

A witcher fell to his knees, pouring the melted liquid of silver on top of the graphite and filling the circle with runes written incantations. And from time to time take out a handful of natural turquoise, red agate, yellow opal and other gemstones from your pocket,

into the node of the formation.

After more than twenty minutes, the half-kneeling witcher once again confirmed that the circle was correct before he stood up, touched the sweat on his forehead and said, "OK, it's done!"

Johnson nodded, took out a diamond the size of a baby's fist, and was about to step forward to activate the circle.

Roar!

Before he could step forward, the floor of the palace shook and an invisible roar resounded over the souls of everyone.

The voice was mixed with endless pain, evil, despair, and several wills and spirits

The inferior members were instantly stunned by the roar and fell into chaos.

The members who didn't fall into the chaos were not having a good time, and one after another negative curses suddenly spread from the monster in front of them.

Slowness, weakness, exhaustion, vulnerability, corruption, fear and other negative states have blessed them, except for a few strong people with extraordinary strength or people who are guarded by secret magic treasures, most of the members have lost their strength in an instant, and even self-protection is a little difficult.

A member of the Anomaly Bureau looked at this monster that was far taller than Oak, and subconsciously asked, "What the hell is this, are we here to destroy it?"

No wonder he thinks so, the meat ball in front of him, which is tens of meters high, is really beyond the imagination of ordinary people, and normal people are afraid that they will go insane and fall into fear and despair just by looking at it.

Even an elite member like him, who dealt with a lot of mysterious events, had never seen such a thing. Compared to it, the dark creatures that were disposed of before were simply cute.

It's as if countless human corpses have been melted and forcibly pinched together. The surface was stacked with layers of dripping fat, there were dense heads next to the huge sarcoma, and countless people's hands and feet were sticking out of the surface of the meat ball, and they were cursing, screaming, and laughing wildly.

"Dodge them all and use ranged attacks, this is the Corpse Demon! Normal physical attacks don't work. The demon hunter named Woody turned around and quickly reminded everyone after turning into a remnant of the Dao to avoid the attack of the corpse demon.

It's just that his prompt was a little late, and several members of the Anomaly Bureau and the demon hunters were entangled by the outstretched hands and feet of the corpse demon, and they were instantly pulled into the fat and silent.

Dean Winster pulled out the Mithril Holy Crossbow with his backhand, and shot directly with three enchanted arrows, but the originally invincible Holy Crossbow seemed to have little effect at the moment. The three arrows only knocked off a piece of fat the size of a tire, but for the entire corpse demon, it was not even a broken skin, and it was restored in the blink of an eye.

"Hell!" Woody cursed in a low voice, he had seen a family of eleven before

A warlock family with a special bloodline, a corpse demon refined by someone with a chaotic breath, that guy is already very difficult, and if there is no transcendent level, he will be sent to death.

But now this big one in front of him, I'm afraid it doesn't take hundreds of members of the same family to refine it, how can they find so many members of the same family with special bloodlines. This thing can't be already at the Sanctuary level, right?

Of course, this corpse demon does not have a Sanctuary level, and if it did, Medivan would not let it appear now.

The corpse demon surged with a ball-like body, and the faces that surfaced on its body were constantly spewing out carrion, poisonous gas, and pus and blood in addition to biting, and it was impossible to get close to those who were used to close combat. As long as you get a little closer, countless arms will be grabbed head-on, and no matter how rich your martial arts skills are, no matter how rich your combat experience is, it is useless.

Those with ranged attack abilities on the scene all pulled away and continued to attack the corpse demons.

Aside from the most common abilities such as fire and hurricanes, there are even a few people who take out their mouths and attack with pistols, but the effect is not obvious, and even most of the damage caused is not as high as the Holy Crossbow of the Winster brothers. After being hung with a series of negative statuses, everyone's attack on the corpse demon is tantamount to tickling it.

Although everyone has seen the weakness of this thing, it is slow and unresponsive, but there is still not much that can be done.

After all, there are no dead ends at 360 degrees, and there are hundreds of opponents and feet on their bodies. Thick blood, high defense, strong recovery, plus it can also release negative states, just stand still and let them fight, they don't recover as fast as anyone else.

Of all of them, only Thor's lightning bolt would deal a large amount of damage every time it hit the corpse demon, but every time he dealt fatal damage, another head suddenly disappeared, and the corpse demon's injuries were completely recovered.

"Ahh

"Help me!"

After two screams, the two demon hunters who were slightly forward suddenly grabbed by the corpse demon's outstretched hands and feet, and because there were too many negative states hanging on their bodies, they didn't have time to resist at all, and they were quickly ripped into the body by the corpse demon.

In the next second, Woody turned into a shadow and suddenly appeared next to the nearest captured member, and two daggers with unique shapes in his hands quickly cut off and grabbed his hands and feet, saving him.

But the other demon hunter was not so lucky, and before everyone could react, he was quickly pulled into the corpse demon and turned into nutrients.

Johnson saw his members being killed, and when he let out an angry roar, he quickly burst out in Woody's dissuasive voice.

He took out a thigh-thick two-handed staff, and quickly stuffed a gemstone with a faint golden-white glow into the groove at the top of the staff, and his body quickly flashed with magical runes.

Swift pace, fearless courage, brute bull strength, steel body, and other buff spells have been blessed on him.

Johnson's muscles bulged tightly, and the gem on the top of the staff emitted a blazing light under the guidance of his magic power, and the strong light dispersed, and the eyes of the excited people narrowed, and the attack in his hand involuntarily slowed down.

In the face of the countless hands and feet that caught him head-on, Johnson was not afraid, and the two-handed staff swept directly, and the hands and feet stretched out by the corpse demon quickly melted away as if winter snow met spring sun, turning into countless pus and flowing down.

"Hah!"

With a loud roar from Johnson, he jumped up high, holding the staff in both hands and smashing directly at the corpse demon, accompanied by a muffled sound of "bang", Johnson ignored the strong acid poison sprayed in his face, and smashed directly on the fat of the corpse demon.

The staff shimmered with dazzling light, easily turning a large piece of fat more than two meters into thick water.

After Johnson struck a blow, he was like a warrior who was proficient in weapons in both hands, and the staff played all kinds of tricks in his hands, hammering, slashing, sweeping, and hitting, and constantly attacking the wide body of the corpse demon without a pause in between.

Whenever there are corpse demons' hands and feet, poisonous gas, and bites attacking, Johnson does not flash, relying on his strong physique and spell protection, the murderous and corpse demons fight to see which one falls first.

Cole looked at Johnson, who had smashed most of the corpse demon's body into pieces in a short period of time, and pulled Fan Haixi beside him while his blood was boiling.

"Mr. Johnson's way of fighting is simply brutal and insane. What kind of tribe is he from a berserker, I also want to learn it, this fighting style is simply too manly. ”

Van Haixi turned his head and squinted at him, and after a while, he said strangely, "Who told you that Mr. Johnson is a berserker, and he is an orthodox mage, right? ”

Cole turned his head and looked at the big bald head that was tangled with wounds and blood all over his body, and was stained with a lot of pus, and then looked at the corpse demon who was about to be broken to pieces, and looked like you couldn't fool me.

"You tell me that this guy is a mage, I'm afraid that a barbarian berserker doesn't have his stature!" He remembered the mages his father met when he went to deliver materials when he was a child, and he subconsciously shook his head, this guy alone is afraid that he can exceed the weight of those mages.

By the time he came to his senses, the battle in the hall was nearing its end. Johnson suddenly jumped high and jumped directly to the top of the corpse demon, Johnson directly picked up the staff and inserted it into the very top, and the gem at the top of the staff burst out with an incomparably brilliant dazzling, and countless rays of light shot out from the corpse demon's body.

As the screams of countless souls rang out, this huge corpse demon completely turned into a pool of corpse water.

Cole looked at the tall figure that came out of the bright light, and once again affirmed his thoughts, it was clearly a barbarian jump just now, Fan Haixi, you old guy still want to lie to me, which mage can jump dozens of meters high with only his physical body!