The white bone giant claw brought a fishy wind, and the cold death intent spread.

[Fallen Bone Claw], a high-level magic system of necromancers, is immune to magic effects such as frost, instant death, acid, and curses, and fire, lightning spells can only cause minor damage to it, and it has the function of locking enemies, which can pull the designated target into another plane.

This spell was not invented by humans, but belonged to demonic power. When Younas willingly sacrificed his soul to the powerful Abyss Demon King and signed a contract with it, the magic was automatically imprinted in his body, equivalent to a natural skill that could not be interrupted after being released.

The right side of Younas's face was swollen, and the normal face on the left half of his face quickly withered.

Activating this magic cost him no small amount, but compared to the key he was about to obtain, he was willing to pay the price.

As long as Joey is solved, the remaining little guy will be the turtle in the urn.

Just as he was thinking this, the light of the seal in Joey's hand also fell on him, and the brilliance flashed, and the irritable power in Younas's body was suddenly suppressed.

Younas sneered, although he couldn't use any magic for dozens of seconds, Joey was bound to spend more time dealing with the claws of the bones, so he couldn't spare his hands to prepare the teleportation spell, and when these dozens of seconds passed, everything would return to the original situation.

What's more, the effect of the rainbow magic ball on his body has not disappeared yet, even if Joey takes advantage of these dozens of seconds to attack him, he is not afraid at all.

Looking at the giant claw of white bones poking out of the gray vortex, Joey had a hesitant expression on his face, and then with a painful look on his face, he felt a golden gem from his pocket.

"Hey, my old man finally blackmailed such a life-saving thing from the old god stick guy, and he has never been willing to use it, and today he gave it to you for nothing. Joey glared back at Constantine.

He crushed the golden gem in his hand.

As if the river of time froze, the white bone claws stopped in mid-air, the sneer of the black-robed man froze on his face, and everything took off the colorful veil, fading all colors, leaving only monotonous black and white, like a sketch that would have time to be colored in the future.

Everything is in absolute stillness.

Time Stands Still, an ultimate arcane art that completely overrides high magic, its status in arcane magic is equivalent to the forbidden spell in elemental magic.

In this area forgotten by time, only the caster can maintain their original consciousness and movements.

Joey stood in the black and white world, stretched out his fingers, and sketched mysterious magic symbols in mid-air, the magic flowing in the entire space was accompanied by the rhythm of his fingers, and the spiritual fluctuations like a sea tide poured out unscrupulously, loyally transmitting the will of the Great Magus to every inch of this space.

The old magister oozed fine beads of sweat from his forehead, and his fingertips trembled slightly, as if he was plucking an invisible string, playing a long magical song that made the whole world tremble.

Even he spent more than a minute to complete this spell.

One minute is exactly the limit time that Time Stands Still can stop time.

A flash of light flashed, and all the magic runes dissolved into the void as if they had fallen into the water.

At this moment, the river of time returned to normal, black and white gradually disappeared, colorful rainbow light reappeared, and the claws of white bones continued to fall, like a white hill, pressing towards the two of them.

"What, old friend, have you given up resistance?" Younas scoffed at Joey's inaction.

His sneer suddenly stopped, because he saw that the bone claw was actually broken.

A small black crack passed through the Fallen Bone Claw and moved towards the black-robed man, the huge bone claw split in two in front of the thin black line.

The black crack spread near the magic ball, and under the terrified gaze of the black-robed man, the surface of the seven-colored rainbow light cracked little by little, and was swallowed up by the black lines.

The shield that even the dragon's breath could resist instantly shattered into countless colorful shards of light, like a flashy enamel.

The enraged black-robed man wanted to put a layer of magic protection on himself, but unfortunately, he couldn't release a single magic when he was sealed with magic power.

What's even more tragic is that under the influence of [Rune Curse], his magic resistance is unprecedentedly low, so much so that his body, which was originally strong enough to resist the effect of Dawn Crystallization, has also lost its previous resistance.

That's not what scares him.

Because he knew that even at this moment, a piece of armor with magic resistance comparable to dragon scales had miraculously grown on his body, it would not help to resist this seemingly inconspicuous black line.

A black chasm passed by him, and with a roar of pain, his entire left arm vanished,

What's even more bizarre is that the severed arm is extremely smooth, and there is no blood coming out, and his arm disappears into thin air like pencil handwriting erased by an eraser.

"[Dimensional Cutting]! You actually learned this spell that only His Excellency St. Faustus mastered in the legend. Younas gasped, clutching his severed arm, not angry, but a little depressed.

Dimensional cutting, the ultimate arcane. True to its name, it has the power to slice through space and can ignore all defenses.

In the legends of the Middle Ages, dimensional cutting was seen as a skill that only the gods could control.

A magician who can cast this spell is already equivalent to a demigod.

Younas was not angry, he knew that Joey had shown mercy, and the spatial crack just now could have passed through his body and killed him completely, but Joey did not do so.

"You're not alone in the days since you left Daybreak City, you're not alone, old friend. Joey said proudly, at this time, he seemed to have truly shown the demeanor of a great magister.

The [Rainbow Light Orb] that was used as the final armor shattered, the black-robed mage himself lost a lot of strength, and he lost another arm, and the victory or defeat was already clear.

"You've been defeated, Yunas. Joey stared at Younas's ugly face, "If you don't want to die, leave quickly, my old man will hurry back and get a good night's sleep." ”

"Hehe, Cizeriel, I can't imagine that after so many years, I am still the one who loses, I am convinced. Younas laughed miserably, "But, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you this time, and I'll definitely take what that kid has in his hand." ”

He roared, "Great Chaos Supreme, Ancient Lord of the Abyss, I offer you precious blood and soul to open the door to hell." ”

At his severed arm, a jet-black blood arrow spewed out, and the black blood outlined a huge magic circle on the ground, and a blood-colored mist rose from the center of the circle, and a vague face composed of mist appeared above the circle.

The evil aura that did not belong to the world instantly enveloped the hall, and the dark red face stared at Constantine at the end of the aisle, and a low and pleasant voice floated in the depths of the main hall:

"Human, your will belongs to me. ”

With a wave of his hand, Joey created a whirlwind that tried to blow the fog away, only to find that it was unaffected.

The dark red mist was filled, the scene in front of them was distorted and changed, and the blood-colored mist was wafting, which made people can't help but sway, and their souls began to tremble......

"Illusion!" Joey was worthy of being the Grand Magus, and he reacted quickly, and his face became more solemn than ever.

Joy had to look back and find Constantine, who was standing behind him, his eyes foggy and dazed, and his body shaking, knowing that the little guy had fallen into a hallucination.

Seeing this scene, the old mage's eyes couldn't help but carry a trace of anger.

Illusion is an ancient and powerful school of black magic, a mature illusionist is almost invincible, unlike other magic, illusion does not destroy the body, but through the illusion to affect the will of the recipient, to achieve the effect of killing people invisibly.

Joey has already guessed who is behind the scenes of Younas, Beelzebub, the great demon who is known for manipulating the souls of others among the seven demon kings of the abyss--- Beelzebub.

If it was another spell, Joey had a way to crack it, but when it came to the realm of the soul, even he was at a loss, not to mention that the caster of this illusion was still a demon king-level existence.

The dark red mist drifted, and Joey forcibly stabilized his somewhat disordered mental power, and began to think about countermeasures.

At this moment, in Constantine's mind, the scene reflected was the scene that he was familiar with many years ago.

The burning royal city, the flying snow, he stood at the top of the Grand Duke's Palace, and at his feet was the familiar Winter City.

Unquenchable flames danced in the long streets, and the corpses of countless mages and civilians were consumed in the flames. At the end of the long street, the owner of Winterfell, Archduke Eliotgard, closed his eyes, and in front of him was the mighty knight with a face as unchanged as a sculpture, and behind the knight, six white wings were spread.......

Above the distant firmament, the Heavenly Gate was majestic and majestic, and the dazzling holy light washed the night sky, and the golden light extended into the endless distance.

Countless beautiful angels stood outside the gate, fully armed and ready to go, overlooking the world coldly and proudly.

A white robe came to the depths of the heavenly vault and confronted thousands of angels...

Seeing this scene, Constantine only felt that his lips were dry, his feet could not support the weight of his body, and the memories that had been sealed for many years poured out from the depths of his heart, fear, spreading little by little...

In the next moment, just like the Book of Genesis recorded in the Divine Codex, endless light emerged from nothingness, engulfing the woman in white, engulfing the entire sky, and the majestic Winterfell collapsed under this terrible force.......

"No!" the boy let out a heart-rending cry, though his shouts were inaudible.

In the dark, a cold voice echoed in his ears, this is your fate.

This is your fate, the look in the eyes of the woman in white said the same before leaving.

Give up everything you have, sleep into the deepest darkness, and never be haunted by an annoying fate again, says a pleasant voice......

But...... The boy hesitated.

Your struggle is doomed to be meaningless, and in order to get to where you are today, you have given up your courage, your principles, and your ideals, so what else can you not give up?

That's right, in the sea of consciousness, the young man lowered his head, his palms trembling.

You have seen your enemies, who are destined to be invincible in your life, and the voice said slowly, all your efforts are nothing but moths to the fire, but the obsession of the weak.

What should I do, Constantine was at a loss.

Put down that thing in your hand, give it to me, and I'll do what you want to do for you. That beautiful poetic voice says, you just need to close your eyes, fall asleep, and live forever in the pure and beautiful world of your dreams......

In the depths of consciousness, long-ago memories are replayed one by one...