"Bastard!" Morriel and the roar were earth-shattering, and her figure rose abruptly, but instead of rushing towards Asa, she met the body of the jet-black star sword that flew down.

Behind the sword body was endless darkness, and everywhere it flew over, whether it was heaven or earth or anything, it was all submerged by this darkness, as if the light and everything in this world were just a layer of hypocritical skin illusion, and this pitch-black lightning tore apart this superficial camouflage, reducing the world to nothing.

With a pop, the blood that was originally flowing like a stream spurted out of Moriel's wound like a waterfall, and along with the blue blood waterfall, there were countless magical energies gushing out of the body, mixed with the blood, and condensed into a huge ball of destruction in front of Moriel, and she and the ball of destruction blocked in front of the jet black star sword.

The black lightning that tore through the world suddenly stopped, and the tip of the sword came to rest when it plunged into the ball of destruction mixed with countless blue blood, not tearing it apart with Moriel.

"Kill that kid now. Moriel's roar was no longer the same as it had been before, and although it was still deafening, it could not hide its dryness. The blue blood was not coming out much, not that it had stopped, but that it was almost gone. The body of the crystal had lost its dazzling blue color, and the white crystals fell downwards one by one, revealing not the original skin of the black dragon, but the bones. She has truly surpassed the limit, and she has already used her own vitality to resist this sword body.

The body was too badly damaged, the teleportation space magic was no longer usable, Asa was too far away from her, and the sword body flew to the ground too fast. It was too late for her to deal with Asa, and the only thing she could do was to stop the sword body for the time being.

There was not much mana left, and she used almost all of her life force to use this ball of destruction, and only the pure chaotic magic energy in the ball of destruction could temporarily resist the dark star.

The sword body did not stop completely, but walked slowly and hard in this cloud of chaotic energy. Morriel could feel the chaotic energy in the Ball of Destruction and her own life force being rapidly consumed by the pitch-black aura, and she wanted to turn her head to look at the situation behind her, and then roar and urge, but unfortunately she couldn't even use this little strength.

It didn't matter what she was urging, and for whatever purpose, everyone rushed towards Asa.

The footsteps were still the same empty step after step, and the expression of his eyes was still empty, but the king of the dead no longer had the same contempt for everything in the world as before, at least he looked embarrassed and a little embarrassed now.

The robe of the Ghost King was completely gone, it had been torn apart by Moriel, and under the primordial chaotic energy of the Orb of Destruction, even this treasure did not leave a trace. And Asa himself, if he was already like a ceramic puppet close to being broken. Then he is now a broken puppet, and the cracks on his body have doubled, and they have doubled in depth and wide. It seems that it is only by strength that it is maintained in its physical integrity, otherwise it may be shattered into pieces at any time.

But these are not the most important things, the most important thing is that he holds the hilt of the sword on the ground, the hilt of the dark star. There was no longer a swirling black mist that could not be dissolved, and it looked like an ordinary piece of obsidian, and the cobweb-like cracks were all over the hilt of the sword, and the feeling that was so empty that it was uncomfortable to look at it was almost gone.

The hilt of this sword is already wounded, it is already wounded!

The injury was severe, and it looked like Asa, as if it was only one step away from rupture. And as soon as any of them really shattered, it was victorious, and everything was over.

Roland's and Lancelot's eyes burst with an astonishing light, as if a person who had been running in a hurry all night in the dark and endless abyss finally saw the sunlight that came through. Roland was the closest person to Asa. Although he was no longer armed, and the severed arm was still soaked in blood, he did not hesitate at all, and rushed towards Asa with a fit.

And pointed like a blade, like a sword edge, sword qi, sword intent poured into the only left hand that was still there and stabbed away. The blow of temporarily replacing the sword with his hand naturally cannot be compared with the previous sword qi, but the idea of winning in this sword is only stronger than the sword with all his strength before, and this sword is also sharper, sharper, and faster.

But the sword didn't stab Asa Zhi, he tilted sideways, and Roland's sword just grazed his chest. Then the knife in his right hand slashed silently at Roland's chest like a virtual image.

With a click, Roland spat blood and flew backwards more than ten meters, but after landing, the light in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest, but became brighter and hotter.

It was still a virtual dodge and attack, with no trace to follow, and his attack, which could almost be regarded as the peak of the sword, was completely ineffective, and he was repulsed. It was still the sudden void that caused the surrounding muscles to shatter automatically, but he only broke four ribs, only four ribs, and the Necromantic King's knife could only break his four ribs.

And he felt it very clearly, there was a cracking sensation when the palm of his hand brushed against his chest, and the dodge was not completely dodged, and now he could see an extra crack in Asa's chest.

This is no longer the terrifying and invincible King of the Necromancy, he can be sure. He, Lancelot, and Gru will definitely be able to smash him to pieces next time they strike together, and even if they don't need three people, two people can do it. Gru's original position was near Morriel, a little further away from here, and Lancelot was already starting to sprint, and the white sword light was already shining out of his body.

Asa was also convinced of this, and his hollow eyes could clearly see all the factors of everything, reflected in the joyless, carefree, empty consciousness of all the trajectories of this world. Because there is nothing, everything can be revealed.

Even though this ability had now weakened with his body and the hilt of the Pitch Star, he could still tell clearly: it only took one and a half or seven seconds. The combined blow of Lancelot and Roland will come head-on. This is the third time that the two of them have combined attacks, and the coordination and synchronization between them are controlled at least seven thousandths of a second. With the power in the current shattered hilt, it can only break their alliance, but it cannot neutralize their attacks, and even the most efficient dodge will be cut off by them.

The body of the Pitch Black Star sword in mid-air had almost completely stabbed Moriel's Ball of Destruction, and the Ball of Destruction was trembling with Moriel, and the most powerful magic and the most powerful creatures were also so small under the Pitch Black Star, it seemed that they would be immediately torn apart and annihilated into the darkness behind. But Asa knew that it would not be immediate, but that it would take another three and thirty-one seconds before the blade could break through the Orb of Destruction and Morrill fly to become one with the hilt.

It's just that he has no ability to resist dodging after receiving a blow from Lancelot and Roland, and the remaining one hundred and seventy-four seconds is enough for the two of them to crush him twenty times.

Although he knew that this would be the result, Asa's expression, pace, and mood did not fluctuate in the slightest, and it was still endless emptiness and emptiness.

Everything didn't matter, he was empty and there was no concept of success or failure in his consciousness, no joy or worry, no joy and no injury, only the thought from the dark star made him move forward. It's like a precision machine that has set its destination. Whatever the outcome, he will go on and on......

His eyes and attention swept over Gru again, he was the furthest from here, and it would take three and a half seconds to arrive. It can be ignored, and then there are the two people who are in the same direction as Lancelot and it takes two seconds, these are two very weak people, two women, two people who know each other, it is Talis and Xiaoyi.

Suddenly, something seemed to stir up in that empty and boundless consciousness.

In fact, he had noticed those two people long ago, but in his vast and empty consciousness, these were just two insignificant factors, and they had no combat power at all, so he directly ignored them. But now that I see it again, the empty consciousness that has become much smaller can no longer reflect them as mere factors.

The agitation couldn't be stopped, it wasn't just about the two of them, there was something more coming out of somewhere in their consciousness. It seems that there is something buried behind this endless emptiness, and now suddenly one of the thought lines is triggered to the most sensitive point of it, all of them are stimulated, all of them are stirring, swelling after the emptiness, and his consciousness can't skip ignoring them.

Although their pace was slow and their combat effectiveness was weak compared to Lancelot, they were still desperately running towards this place, their bloody faces full of tears. Asa could see the scars on their bodies clearly, and he could see that they were the result of countless desperate battles, at least ten of which nearly killed them, and they should not have been here, he remembered......

As more and more memories and information poured in, the surge behind it became stronger and more unstoppable, but he couldn't stop thinking about it.

These are indeed two inconsequential because with their current combat strength, it is impossible to play any role, and even if they arrive, it will only take 0.31 seconds to stop them in two...... It's easy to kill them...... Kill them...... The empty consciousness desperately turns this surge into that empty reason, but these lines of thought only seem to pull more and more at the surge behind the emptiness.

Click, there was a cracking sound in his empty consciousness, and the agitation behind it actually opened a gap in this emptiness. It was just a gap, but what rushed out of this crack was such a powerful thing, directly crossing this void consciousness and rushing out of the body.

"You two, don't come here. Asa yelled at the two of them.

Everyone who heard this voice was stunned, this was no longer the completely empty voice, the smell of anxiety and fear was entangled in the original empty sound, this should not be the tone that the king of the dead should have, it should not be the words that the king of the dead who is so empty and empty that it is not parallel to this world can shout.

Talis and Xiaoyi were stunned at first, and then they all turned to ecstasy, and they were already running with all their might, but they actually ran much faster. Talis shouted at Lancelot, who had already begun to draw his sword, "Teacher, he's awake." ”

But Lancelot had just condensed the Earth Holy Light Cross, not only did not dissipate, but slowed down. On the contrary, it is more aggressive, more indomitable, and more desperate. The same can be said of Roland, whose third and perhaps final strike the pair have combined.

Of course they heard it, the strange words of Asa and the cries of Taris, but it was not a chance for them to save Asa, but an opportunity to kill him.

Unlike the thinking of women who care and mess up, the judgment of the two of them is absolutely without any emotion, and they are definitely the most efficient and decisive. If Asa really woke up, the first thing he would do was not to shout, but to put down the hilt of the Pitch Black Star in his hand. And what they heard from Asana's voice was not pure emotion, but more chaos, which should be out of control caused by constant blows.

In the sky behind them, Moriel's qi was getting weaker and weaker, and they didn't take the risk to try to see if they could have a chance to bring Asa back to his senses, even if there was a ninety-nine percent chance that they wouldn't be able to try, and now this could only be seen as the best chance to destroy him and destroy the dark star in one fell swoop.

The combined attack of sword qi was far less powerful than before, but it was enough for the current king of necromancy. They could see that Asa's body was already pouring crimson blood, as if he had begun to collapse without their attacks.

"Don't come here. Asa was still repeating this. The voice and eyes were no longer empty, they were all a mixed chaos.

That empty consciousness had cracked, and something seemed to crack in his body. The cracks all over his body didn't feel the slightest feeling, but now he could faintly feel the pain. This kind of pain that spreads all over the body and penetrates deep into the heart, as if there is a long-lost hearty feeling, a sense of life. Along with this feeling came the breath from the hilt of the sword in his left hand, which should have long been integrated with his life and consciousness, and should not be separated from each other, and should not be felt.

He could feel it, it meant that they had been separated from each other, and this breath echoed the void in his consciousness that had traces of rupture, trying to restore it to the void and emptiness that was inseparable from his life. But the dark tide behind the void did not let go at all, and if there was a crack, it was going to rush out desperately, to fill this nothingness. Two completely opposite forces were desperately pulling at each other, but both wanted to unify this consciousness and body, only to cause Asa's consciousness and body to begin to shatter at the same time.

The final blow of Lancelot and Roland's teaming up has arrived. Asa didn't have a chance to dodge and parry, and the sea of emptiness that could have reflected anything had been torn apart by the countless forces that rushed out of the rift.

The sword qi and sword intent of the two of them are condensed on one point, like a needle, although it cannot be earth-shattering, it can open the world. It was not the hilt of the Black Star in Asa's hand that pointed to Asa's chest, although neither of them moved, because they were not sure to break the Black Star, even if it was broken, at least not 100% sure, but 100% sure that Asa would be crushed.

"Stop. Three voices rang out at the same time.

"Stop, wait. The roar came from Gru, who had turned into a shadow and flew towards it, but it was too late, he was too far away from here, and he was not lightly injured. His roar undoubtedly shocked anyone's spirit, but it was useless to Lancelot and Roland now, their spiritual will had condensed into a needle like sword qi.

"Stop. Xiao Yi was also screaming, and her screams were unlikely to have any effect, and Gru's roar almost drowned out her voice. At the same time, Talis, who screamed, could see that the combined blow of this sword could knock Asa into a sky full of pieces, and like Xiao Yi, the deepest fear and strength in her heart made the screams rush directly out of her throat, the difference was that she didn't just shout 'stop'.

"Stop, Daddy. ”

Again, her cry was barely audible in Gru's shocking roar, but when it reached Lancelot's ears, it was ten times more effective than Gru's.

Lancelot's figure suddenly slowed down, and the sword qi that had originally merged with Roland immediately dispersed.

It wasn't that he was dissuaded by this sentence, but that this voice, together with this word, directly stabbed at an unknown and only soft point in his spirit, making the originally perfectly condensed will suddenly loosen.

He had thought that he had patched up this point and would never be moved by it again, but now he knew that in the deepest part of his heart, beyond all reason, faith and perseverance, it was still an irreparable softness, for him and for Talis.

Even though he knew that this was definitely not the time to relax, he forcibly drove everything out of his mind and continued to force out his sword qi to stab forward, but it was too late, and the combined attack of the two was still separated after all, and Roland's palm hit Asa one step ahead of him.

Click, the separated sword had no combined force, and it couldn't shatter Asa Rong entirely, but only shattered his shoulder, and his left shoulder burst open.

A scream erupted from Asa's mouth, as empty as the flesh on his shoulder, but alive.

He fought back as he screamed, but not with the hilt of his sword, but with his head. He slammed his head into Roland's face, and with the sound of bones shattering, Roland's face was almost completely rotten and flew backwards.