Xia Fan waited for a long time to come to this gap.

When night fell, it was he who used seismic techniques to set fire to a house and stabilize the flanks of the princess's army.

But he did not rush into the chaos.

As long as the night is still there, it will be difficult to get rid of the charm - he has already realized that An Youlang is the source of the heavenly changes, and the corpses hidden under Jinxia City are probably also the spell materials that the An family prepared in advance. It was because they happened to destroy this batch of corpses that they let the other party delay it to this moment.

However, this does not mean that there is no introduction to spelling in Jinxia City.

The two armies fought for a whole day with the dead and wounded, and both provided a natural cohesive aura for this technique.

If you want to stop the night, destroying the source may be the only way.

Xia Fan knew what the accuracy of this cannon was, and if he wanted to use it to accurately snipe a humanoid target, unless he was close enough, he would be flipping a coin.

So he left the corner, walked in the backlight, and moved closer to the center of the yard.

Although the sudden change of night brought chaos, it also provided Xia Fan with rare cover - even due to the huge difference between the figure of the trap beast and ordinary people, the soldiers of the Dongsheng Kingdom would take the initiative to avoid this walking monster, probably subconsciously taking it as a kind of deformed charm.

To Xia Fan's surprise, the princess seemed to have a heart-to-heart with him, and she adjusted her position while fighting, and the direction of movement was exactly the alley where he was hiding at the beginning!

When the distance between the two sides had narrowed to within fifty paces, he put his hand on the rod.

But even so, he couldn't find a suitable shot.

The battle between the two is all between lightning and flint, and every time they collide, there will be a rumbling sound, it is not a competition at the level of ordinary people at all, and trying to lock the target by a hand-cranked turret is tantamount to a fool's dream.

Until Ning Wanjun ate the opponent's straight stab alive, and at the same time pierced the spear into his chest.

The two formed a top angle for a while.

It doesn't get any better than that.

Xia Fan made a judgment almost instantly, shifted the track slightly, and launched a seismic technique towards An Yulang!

This angle can ensure that there is a rough scratch on the target, and even if there is a deviation, it will not accidentally hurt the princess.

And the result fell within his expectations.

Just by scratching by, the kinetic energy of the projectile has torn An Youlang's entire back waist to shreds, and the front half of his body has been directly lifted out!

"Your Highness!" The distress and worry on Qiu Yue's face were already visible to the naked eye, and the moment Ning Wanjun fell, she had already pulled out her legs and ran towards the princess.

Xia Fan also rushed to the battle point from the other side.

However, he did not immediately check the princess's injuries, but looked for An Yuro's disconnected upper body.

"Ning Wanjun, how is she?"

"Your Highness is wounded...... It's very heavy......" Qiu Yue rarely did not correct his faux pas, calling him by his first name.

"Heavy ...... You're big. Ning Wanjun raised her hand angrily, wanting to knock the maid with a knife, but she gave up halfway because of the stinging pain of the wound, "These external injuries are just too much...... You can recover after recuperating in more than ten days. What about that guy?"

"I'm looking for it too. Xia Fan's tone was a little solemn, his main purpose was to mend the knife, but the body disappeared for a while after falling into the night. This level of injury is fatal for most people, but An Jia made him not dare to take it lightly - especially since half of the opponent's face was replaced by black mist, and he could recover from his injuries as quickly as a blood crow.

"He's got all his legs here, where can he run—" Qiu Yue was stunned in the middle of speaking.

I saw that the lower half of An Youlang's collapsed body was disappearing.

Xia Fan also noticed this strange scene.

No, it's not disappearing—it's that the flesh that has lost its support is turning into wisps of black gas, converging towards the sky.

"No......" Xia Fan muttered his head, following this faint aura, he found the answer he had been looking for in mid-air.

Half of the opponent's body is already floating above the yard!

And not only An Youlang's own body, but even those distorted charms turned into black qi and continued to gather towards him. In just a few breaths, his figure swelled more than ten times!

"Get out of here with Ning Wanjun!" Xia Fan yelled at Qiu Yue, then took out the copper wire pendant and rushed straight under the black shadow!

The vertical distance between the two sides was only about 30 meters, and after he roughly estimated the lower position, he threw a copper wire pendant at the bottom of An Yulang.

"Earthquake Return, Thunder!"

The dark night sky was suddenly torn apart by a flash of lightning, and a shining thunderbolt fell straight down, grazing half of the enemy's body.

The moment it came into contact with the black fog, the sparks burst out of the electric light and lit up the sky above the yard!

An Youlang let out a deafening roar, he stretched out his hand to point at Xia Fan, and a black shadow suddenly shot towards him-

Xia Fan had to take a few steps back to avoid this inexplicable black shadow.

It was not a virtual image, but a real object, and the moment it landed, it knocked out a small pit on the ground of the yard!

When the dust fell, a wriggling charm crawled out of the pit.

Before it could move, Xia Fan decisively used a streamer to split it into pieces.

But in this short period of time back and forth, An Yulang has become a different look. His size was still swelling, so much so that his arms and head had lost their original silhouettes, turning into parts of the black mist. Its overall height is still rising, almost twenty or thirty meters above the ground.

"Is this guy still human......

"Fangshu...... How can you do this?"

The soldiers who witnessed this scene couldn't help but mutter.

"I didn't expect that I would have such a day-" An Yulang said with a slight loss, his voice at the moment was muddy and indistinct, as if coming from above the heavenly dome, "but only at this time can a cultivator reach an unprecedented realm. Let's let you see the magic that Xia An Jia has spent nearly a hundred years researching, and feel the power of this combination of qi and accumulation. After all—this is the last thing you can do in life. ”

"Nightbreaker!"

When these words were spoken, his swelling body suddenly changed in a new way.

The black mist no longer swelled blindly, but contracted inward, condensing into a hemispherical body in the upper part, and turning into a pyramid shape in the lower part, with a tetrahedral tail nearly ten meters long at the end. Compared to the huge main part, this tail is much more slender, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a needle.

Xia Fan couldn't help but shudder.

He had seen demons in the wilderness of Castle Mountains—a perfect fit for his perception of evil: ugly, twisted, and terrifying. If the six-legged mobile gallows is what a demon should be, then the demon that this enemy has transformed into is the other extreme entirely.

Both the upper sphere and the lower cone are smooth and regular, as if half of the metal has been processed. The whole is a seamless one, without any superfluous bifurcations. Under the reflection of the roaring fire in the yard, you can see the flat surface of its diffuse reflection and the faint cold light refracted at the ridge.

This form, which is out of step with the times, gives it an inexplicable sense of gloom.