"Poof", another priest fell. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The fuse of the decisive battle was completely ignited.

This battle is destined to be fought by only one side to survive.

The figure of the giant demon servant above the old woman's head flashed, with the sound of "sassy" wind and terrifying momentum, like a blood-colored heavy cannon, instantly shooting in front of the black-robed Citis.

The speed was extremely fast, and the tails like red meteors behind him were still stuck in the air.

At this moment, the black robe around Citis was blown up by the strong wind and drifted backwards, surrounded by the steel needle-like hair, but his gaze did not change even the slightest.

Like an abyss, it seems that there is a world lurking.

"Trenka—"

"Stone—"

Roar – Storm of Destruction.

Citis spat out a few simple sonorous notes.

The note is deep, ancient, and unfathomable.

The moment it was born, it seemed that only this one voice was left in the whole world echoing, the roar of the wind, the whispers of people, the chirping of birds, beasts and insects, all hidden.

It is like an edict from the Creator that commands all things.

In an instant, an invisible air current swept over the group of priests opposite, like some invisible force field, pressing their bodies to the ground.

The priests who were lying on the ground after being attacked turned into rolling gourds and flew backwards, not knowing where they were going.

The sober priest, using the bone as a point of support, plunged into the ground, and then chanted a spell with difficulty, his fingers trembling and swaying under the pressure. Clusters of brilliant elemental particles emerged from the void, swamming and meandering, converging into pieces of wizard armor that surrounded the priests, and they suddenly felt a lighten of stress.

The priests of Guins, although they were also official wizards, rarely communicated with the outside world about witchcraft, and they had very little real witchcraft, but they had a unique system of secret arts.

The old woman solemnly highlighted a strange sentence, and the ten surviving priests were awe-struck in their hearts, and their eyes revealed a resolute and resolute momentum.

The priests then summoned the remaining Blood Demon squires and gave orders to the guards.

It formed a circle with a radius of two meters, and invariably bit through its fingertips, outlining strange symbols in the void with blood.

Blood and elements wriggle in the void, and when each symbol finishes, it automatically falls to the priest's feet, turning into a carved fluorescent imprint.

Gradually, the circular circle took shape, but the priests' faces became more and more pale and withered, and they looked like they were over-consumed, and the old woman standing in the center of the circle began to chant obscure incantations in a hurry, like primitive beasts imitating the way humans spoke.

——

Less than two fingers away from Cedith's face, the giant blood demon squire had not yet touched the corner of Citsius's clothes.

It bore the brunt of this strongest impact.

The majestic air currents struck its body with a tremendous force that it could not resist, and the Blood Demon Acolyte suddenly turned into a cloud of blood and retreated sharply.

"Phew!" it let out a roar like a file reluctantly, and stood its mighty arms in front of it as a shield, covering the priests and bearing the endless currents of air.

However, Citex's attack had only just begun.

He let out another scold.

This invisible air flow expanded rapidly in just a few breaths, responding in all directions.

As far as the naked eye can see, countless spiraling air currents suddenly emerge from the forest floor.

They are like miniature tornadoes, absorbing nutrients from each other, merging and growing.

In addition, their tops grow rapidly, spreading endlessly into the sky.

"Boom!" the cloudless sky also changed dramatically. A thick cloud with a dull thunder obscured the scorching sun.

For a while, the sky was dark, the yin wind roared, and the silver snake flickered and cruised in the black clouds.

The winds scattered between heaven and earth seemed to be called by the unknown, converging in the clouds, tumbling and spinning, and reaching downward.

And the countless lightning silver snakes in the thunderclouds also rushed into the wind, hooking one by one, forming rows of dense blood vessels.

From afar, the scene looked like a cloudy storm hand stretched out from the rolling black clouds, desperately drilling down in the thunder and lightning.

At this time, countless tornadoes on the ground had already rushed out of the top of the forest, and streams of air rotated at high speed, generating a powerful suction force directed at the wind vortex.

The ground cracked and shattered, and dust, sand, beast corpses, withered branches and leaves were all drawn off the ground and flew into the tornado, turning into its thick black armor.

The ancient trees that have stood for hundreds of years tremble and slowly pull their roots upward. The frightened bird fled from the branch and tried to fly out of the center of the storm, but the moment it was in the air, it was sucked into the hurricane.

The tornado grew stronger and stronger, gradually approaching the giant storm hand in the sky.

And Citis finally moved, leaping from the branches to the sky, and the violent air currents immediately carried him meekly and into the tornado.

This process is like a fish dissolving in water, which is natural and pleasant.

But as an enemy, Guinsven was not so uncomfortable! The giant blood demon squire crumbled his body to the extreme, and his cloak was like a cloak, but his figure was blown into a blur, and several priests were devastated, and they fell to the ground dying.

However, the circle was finally completed.

The outside world is completely cut off. The mysterious runes in the circle lit up one after another, end to end, and the dazzling white light pierced through the endless darkness in the storm.

The old woman and the four surviving priests looked at the white light and smiled with relief.

And in the white light, there was a sudden wolf howl, and then an illusory figure quietly descended.

It stood in the center of the circle, more than twenty meters high, with human limbs, a slender and toned body with a simple animal skin skirt, but above the neck was a strange wolf head.

Fangs, manes, vertical pupils.

The pupils did not see the coldness and bloodthirstiness of the beast, but instead shone with a profound and wise light, like an elder who has gone through countless years of training and penetrated all things.

In addition to the old woman, the wolf-headed giant's body was connected to all the surviving priests with mist-shrouded threads, and inexplicable fluctuations could be seen from the latter's body to the wolf-headed giant.

Its body is becoming more and more solid, and its unique temperament makes people feel happy and surrendered just by looking at it. On the contrary, the aura in the eyes of those priests gradually dimmed, and their bodies were as blurred and diminished as weathered sand sculptures.

But the eyes they looked at the wolf-headed giant were reverent and reverent, just as believers worship the gods they worship, and the living beings worship the creator of the world.

"I Zu Gunns......"

"I Zu Gunns......"

After a few frenetic but faint calls, the priests' bodies were reduced to nothingness as the last wisps of mist melted into the wolf-headed giant's body.

At the same time, a dozen or so emerald green leaves covered with ancient characters fell steadily into the palm of its hand, folded into a thin book.

"Book of Leaves", the wolf-headed giant said the word wistfully.

Opposite it, a tornado on the ground finally combined with a storm sticking out of the sky.

A terrifying gray hurricane that swept across the sky and earth was sweeping towards it.