Several skulls flying in mid-air suddenly fell from the sky as if they had lost power, and the transparent lines that were originally connected to them were all retracted into the transparent figure that shrank in the corner of the prison, and a strange and strange aura slowly radiated out from the figure, like warm water overflowing from the bathtub, flowing slowly but firmly.

The crow stared solemnly at the depths of the prison where light and shadow changed, and the body of the strange raven that had just shown its might seemed to be a little more condensed than when it first appeared, and it hovered around the wild wizard, as if it could attack again at any time.

The crow thought so in his heart, he had a strange feeling at this time, it seemed that this resentful spirit was not as powerful as he imagined, this thought just appeared The crow was shocked in his heart, and quickly suppressed this thought, concentrating on this mission with all his strength, he didn't want to die in this gloomy dungeon because of any underestimate of the enemy.

The wraith slowly began to surge out from the depths of the prison, and it floated through the dark red rusty iron railing, like a soft mist through the old metal, and gradually revealed itself to the raven by the faint light of the fire!

Is this the spirit of Francis Bacon? That doesn't look right!

The appearance of the resentful spirit is not very clear, but it can still be vaguely seen from this transparent spirit, and it is the appearance of this resentful spirit that makes the crow involuntarily have deep doubts.

Why did this wraith look so young? The raven couldn't help but think of the rumors he had heard, that the explorer Bacon was nearly forty years old when he left Scotland for the last time, and that he was at the height of his experience, experience, magic, and physical abilities in all aspects of his body, and that Francis Bacon had a hard face, a great figure, and a wide forehead. The round nose is a typical Celtic-looking Scottish, but the spirit in front of him is far from the legendary appearance, and the most important thing is that the age is not the right number, what is going on?

Could it be that this ghost is not Francis Bacon?

But it doesn't matter anymore, the task is to expel the spirit, no matter whose spirit it is, as long as it is destroyed, it will be over! Just as the crow was about to make a move, the resentful spirit in front of him became slightly clearer under the light of the firelight, and a black hazy mark appeared on the shoulder of the wraith, which seemed to be a black brand like a wing, from which black lines like veins continued to seep out into the almost transparent body of the wraith, as if a big tree was rooted in the earth, and it was like a tendon growing in the human body.

These strange tendons spread like a virus in the body of the wraith, and those black 'roots' have spread all over the wraith's chest, and have begun to spread towards the top of the head, looking at it from a distance makes people feel a tingling scalp.

The crow's expression was very solemn, and his heart was shocked, he had never seen this kind of black mark that could be 'parasitic' on the body of the spirit! This thing completely existed in his unknown territory, and seeing this strange black brand made him feel goosebumps all over his body.

What the hell is this TM?!

Before the crow could react, the strange mark suddenly radiated a faint black luster, and at the same time, the wraith immediately showed a painful expression, it seemed to want to reach out and grab the brand on its shoulder, but there seemed to be a strong force to prevent it from doing so, causing it to twitch in place like an epilepsy, and soon the wraith retreated in such a struggle, with a fierce and painful expression on its transparent face, roaring loudly and madly, making an extremely harsh sound, and then rushing towards the crow！

The crow let out a cold snort, and the feathers on his body exploded, enveloping him with rich magical power, and at the same time, he tore off the skull of a raven from the top of his neck again, and threw it violently, turning the spirit ravens flying in the air into two, and these two strange monsters with skull heads and spirit bodies turned into two ghostly lights, and instantly plunged into the body of the resentful spirit that was approaching, and suddenly made two holes the size of cups in its transparent body.

The wraith was stiffened as if it had been hit by a bullet, its expression looked extremely painful, and the piercing screams were like a knife constantly scraping the crow's eardrums, the crow endured the discomfort of pins and needles in its ears, and the wand in his hand waved continuously, directing the spirit raven flying in the air to continue to strangle back and forth like two flying knives, and in the blink of an eye, its transparent body was made several holes by the two ravens, and it would not be long before the wraith would become a broken sack with holes。

And when the spirit raven flying in the air seemed to be tearing at the resentful spirit, it was moistened by the fragments of its body, and the illusory body looked slightly more condensed than before, although it was not obvious, but this slight change must not escape the eyes of the crow who was carefully observing all the time, at this time he seemed to be relieved, and at the same time looked at the two ravens with a happy expression.

But just when everything seemed to be going smoothly, the black imprint on the wraith's shoulder suddenly thrust the black 'roots' deeper into the wraith's body like a growing plant, and even began to spread along its neck towards the wraith's head!

At this time, an instinctive shudder appeared in the crow's heart, and his intuition told him that those strange black 'roots' were very terrifying, and if it was allowed to completely occupy the resentful spirit, I am afraid that something very bad would happen, and it would be difficult to say who would live and who would die.

The crow immediately made a decision, and immediately ripped off the remaining two raven skulls on the top of his neck, and controlled them to attack the wraith frantically, and in the blink of an eye, the body of the wraith was covered with scaly wounds, and it looked like it was about to die, and what made the corners of the crow's eyes twitch was that those black 'roots' were about to completely occupy the wraith!

Quick! Faster! The crow gritted its teeth, and the magic surged wildly, making the four spirits flying in the air a little faster, they seemed to turn into miserable white shadows and constantly tear through the wraith's body, and finally tore it to pieces before the black 'roots' completely took over the wraith!

A seemingly non-existent scream suddenly filled the entire underground space, and the resentful spirit finally disappeared in this scream, and the black 'roots' that had lost their host finally continued to twist for a while, and then slowly became transparent very unwillingly, and finally disappeared as well.