Flickering light, this is the unique racial ability of the gods, that is, the Three-Eyed Clan of the First Age, their bodies can continue to accumulate and store free light attribute elements from the environment in their daily life, although these light attribute elements are not considered necessary elements to maintain their survival, but they are their most powerful weapons. Each three-eyed clan can freely manipulate these light attribute elements through the third eye on the forehead, and use them to release a variety of special light techniques, the functions of these light techniques are complex and diverse, strong enough to tear the earth, weak to warm lighting, there will be corresponding light techniques can be realized. Therefore, in the mythical era when the Three-Eyed Clan dominated the mortal world and the gods controlled the void, every time the third eye on the forehead of the strong lit up with a dazzling light, all the enemies would prostrate at the feet of the strong and tremble, which was a unique power of light. With the demise of the Three-Eyed Clan, the powerful and terrifying light has since disappeared from the world, and the light that once terrified all living beings no longer flickered, and the creatures on the earth gradually forgot the power of the light built on countless killings and victories, but today, on this barren and cold ice field, the flickering light reappeared, and the dazzling light of destruction once again showed its great power.

For Hel, the last thing he wants to do, in addition to using the power of the gods' gifts to strengthen his **, is to use light magic to launch an attack on the enemy. From the moment he turned half-dead into a half-dead, the light-attribute energy, which represented life and hope, was no longer a partner to him, but an enemy. The death energy emitted from his body would cause the free light attribute energy to retreat in disgust, which caused him to absorb very few light attribute elements on a regular basis, and every little bit used up was a considerable loss for him. Therefore, not only him, but also the three half-dead rarely used light, not only as a means of saving their lives, but also as their last memories as a Three-Eyed Clan. But even light was so precious to them, thanks to the skillful cooperation of Pennis and Asker. Hel still had to make a sacrifice and consume a small amount of light attribute energy to save his life.

The shimmering light spell enveloped the large space in front of Hull, and the light was finally reflected. It was Asker's angular face, and after that, there was a white expanse all around, and under the bright light, no one could see what was going on. When the light fades. There was a huge crater with a diameter of twenty meters on the ice in front of Hull, and even on the solid ice like steel, the crater still reached a depth of five or six meters, and the power of visible light magic was so powerful. However, Hel's expression was not so satisfied, although no creature could see what was happening in the light, but not himself, as a user of light, he knew very well what was happening, and the light did not hit Asker's body head-on. At the last moment, the Sandman Assassin escaped into his own inherent psychic realm, only to be scratched by the light arts, and only a few puffs of sand were scattered.

"Boom", Hull's scythe suddenly circled around his body, blocking the dagger stabbing from the shadows behind him, and Aske had already appeared behind him at some point, brandishing the dagger and attacking him again. Asker looked a little embarrassed when he reappeared, with half of his left arm left and the end of his left arm turned into a bare sand stick. For the rest of the matter, the condensed gravel now feels like it's sparsely crumbled, and some of it still drifts away from time to time. But even at this point, Asker was still as cold as a stone. Just as the severed arm had nothing to do with him, he didn't snort, and the pitch-black dagger exuded a cold chill, and it collided head-on with Hull's scythe for the first time.

"Gong", the sickle and the dagger collided, while splashing sparks. With a twist of Hull's wrist, the special sharp blade at the end of the scythe stabbed Asker's chest head-on, and it looked like it was just a stab to the chest, but in fact, the energy contained in the scythe, if it was stabbed, the entire upper body would be blown to pieces by the explosive energy. Seeing that the end of the scythe was less than five centimeters away from him in the blink of an eye, Asker suddenly exploded into a cloud of gravel with a thud, and was swept up by the wind blowing from behind him, and pounced on Hull like a sandstorm.

The corners of Hull's eyes twitched, and the large puff of gravel in front of him gave him a feeling that he couldn't start, it was easy to block a person's attack, but it was almost impossible to block the invasion of a large area of fine sand, and in the face of the pervasive penetration of fine sand, it would only make people feel hopeless, just like Hull felt now. This is the most terrifying thing about the sandmen, there is no defense against the infiltration of the sandmen, and how many people have lost their lives in the infiltration of the sandmen.

Indeed, there is nothing to stop the flowing sand, except for the ubiquitous light, the dazzling light once again erupts from the eyes on Hull's forehead, and a large light curtain shoots into the sky from the bottom up, obliquely shooting into the sky, the strongest moment is also the most vulnerable moment, Asker, who has turned into flying sand in the sky, has the lowest defense at this time, although it is difficult to be effectively attacked when it is desertified, but once it is hit in all directions, it is easy to be seriously injured.

Fortunately, there was also Pannis, who suddenly flashed in front of Hull from the field, and his figure disappeared in a flash, and at the same time he disappeared with the yellow sand. He duly used his psychic realm to include all parts of his body without Asker's resistance, causing Hel's light spell to fail once again.

"Die!" Hull sneered, swinging the scythe in his hand, slashing at the vacancy on his right, where the scythe slashed, Pannis, who happened to appear in this position, was hit head-on as soon as he appeared, and his face couldn't help but change, it was too late to make any defensive measures, and he disappeared in place again, escaping into the realm. When he reappeared, the figure was already five meters away, and there was an oblique wound on his chest, and the wound was deep enough to see the bones, but before much blood flowed out, it was frozen by low temperature. The slash just now, although Pannis had avoided it in time, but even if the scythe containing strong energy did not touch his body, the energy on the blade had already caused damage to him, and if it was a moment later, it might have cut Pannis's entire person into two pieces.

Although Pannis withdrew five meters, he did not have any painful expression, stretched out his fingers and touched the wound that rolled on his chest, put his fingers stained with frozen blood into his mouth and tasted it for a moment, sneered, his body turned into a streamer, and rushed up again. (To be continued.) )

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