Arthas looked at Duke in almost disbelief, and he had a feeling of inauthenticity.

It's so fake!

A demigod of the legal system, and a demigod who is proficient in spatial ability, is determined to escape, and unless a very tight trap is laid, there is almost no chance of catching him.

Before this blow, he had attacked Duke an unknown number of times.

Not a single success.

Each time, Duke used the least amount of elements to defuse his attack in the lightest way.

Note!

This was still the moment when his soul had not yet been re-divided, and his state was relatively complete and strong.

Now due to the split soul, his strength has actually been greatly weakened, and he can still perform this because of the mana he has stored in the Ice Throne in large quantities.

Even so, the amount of mana input and output per unit of time has been greatly reduced.

In such a state, it would have been difficult for him to hit Duke.

Arthas has already figured out how to use a series of combos to push Duke into a corner, and finally end with [Soul Harvest].

But Duke is now directly hit.

There was only one explanation - Duke saw through his trick for what it really was, and he took the initiative to think of it.

"How is this possible!?" Arthas let out an exclamation of disbelief in the spiritual sea.

"This is our only chance!" said Naozu viciously.

As the name suggests, soul harvesting is to harvest the soul of the other party.

So where does the soul go?

Naturally, it is included in [Frost Sorrow]!

Leaving Duke outside, endlessly extracting the magic power of the magic net to replenish it, would have been a huge confrontation. As Duke dismantles Arthas's mana connection, it becomes Duke who consumes the limited mana of the Ice Throne with infinite mana.

No matter how much magic the Ice Throne saves, it can't withstand the combined attack of Duke and an entire army outside.

With this all-round consumption, Alsace will be exhausted for half an hour at most.

He had to give it a go.

Only by capturing Duke into [Frost Sorrow] can Duke be completely cut off from the magical connection with the outside world. If the situation is better, maybe Duke's soul can be brought to the knees and become a slave of the Lich King as he continues to fight Tirio and the others.

"Duke!?" Although Gianna was not a demigod, her eyesight was enough to see that Duke had developed an unpleasant connection with [Frost Sorrow] at this moment.

Duke's powerful elementals resisted the damage of the shadow energy to him, but his soul seemed to be being pulled by the skull of the rune magic sword.

Duke turned his head and smiled, waving his hand, "Arthas! I've been at the level of the Void Lord in the Burning Legion!You suck me into the Frost Sorrow, guess what's going to happen?"

Duke's words suddenly made everyone's faces change dramatically.

Alsace was shocked that Duke's plan was right. The rest are afraid of ...... Duke: Don't play with fire.

No matter what others think of Duke's actions.

Duke's figure suddenly became blurred, as if every molecule that made up his body was disintegrating, like instant cereal dissolved into milk.

Duke stood near the center of the platform, and anyone could see that the shadow energy on his body was fading rapidly, and his figure turned into a streamer of light in just a few seconds, like a phantom light remaining in everyone's eyes, submerged in the sorrow of frost, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

......

Boundless darkness!

There is no light, and there is obscurity everywhere.

There is no heaven and earth, and all things seem to be together, without being separated from each other.

In that thick darkness that could not be dissolved, only the cold and piercing touch was the most real.

Everything in the outside world cannot penetrate through the surrounding environment.

There is no light in the darkness.

For a moment, Duke almost wondered if he was wrong to come in at this point in time.

However, he believed in the system spirit, because the retina showed that Alsace's blood volume was indeed in the final stage.

Duke narrowed his eyes.

And all of a sudden—

In the darkness in the distance, there seemed to be a flash of light.

Even for epic ranger heroes with amazing eyesight, it's impossible to see through what lies behind the fog.

Duke saw it.

At a thought, the arcane hand that he had condensed with the arcane element had already pounced on, tearing the hole in that direction even wider.

Cut off from the magic net and the elemental realm, Duke used all the elemental and magical power accumulated in his demigod body at this moment.

Darkness is surging, and the world of Frost Grief seems to be trying to prevent Duke from exploring the secrets within. It's a pity that Duke moves faster.

Following the coordinates locked by the system elves, a cannon-like arcane missile shot out, and suddenly this dark fog seemed to be torn open, and a fierce battle scene unfolded in Duke's vision.

That's not what normal vision can capture.

It's a soul-to-soul battle.

In the glowing green vision, only the place that theoretically was the dome remained, and a beam of highly condensed spiritual light shone down on a magic array platform that seemed to be illusory.

In the middle of the magic circle were several mutilated humanoid spirits, and among their crumbling limbs, something resembling flame was 'burning'.

The combustion produced wisps of smoke and mist, rising and drifting to a high place, absorbed by the highly concentrated aura. Each wisp of smoke gathers into the stream of aura, forming a peculiar symbol.

Seeing this, it was natural for Duke to think of those evil rituals that summoned demons from the Burning Legion fanatics.

The only thing that surprised Duke was the two people who were fighting each other in the magic array.

As a traverser, Duke certainly knew that the soul of King Terenus, who had been stabbed to death by Arthas, would be in trouble at this moment.

Originally, the one who was entangled with Terenus would be the soul guard of [Frost Sorrow].

But when Duke glanced at the so-called 'soul guard', his eyelids jumped wildly on the spot.

God's Soul Guard!

Naozu, what are you doing here, you bastard!?

Duke didn't realize it at the moment that it was precisely because he hit Arthas through Kalia that Arthas's originally perfectly fused soul was split again, and it turned around, after all, this was still his pot!

Duke only knew that he was no match for Naozu.

Maybe outside, he picked up 100 Naozu without panting. But not here.

[Frost Sorrow] has a unique law that even the system elves can't immediately parse. Here, at least for the moment, Duke can't handle Naozu.

"Duke Marcus, finally let me find you!" Neozu chased after Duke as soon as he saw him.

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PS: I rubbed it, I overestimated my ability to resist noise interference, and underestimated the destructive power of smashing. There is a seventh watch tonight, or it needs to be past 12 o'clock, and the eighth watch is estimated to be cold. More on that tomorrow.