[Chapter 9 Text, Volume 8]

Section 306 Chapter 48 Aerial Bombardment

The reason why Sparker was not complaining about his bad luck was that the "Shadow Kaija" triggered the effect at the critical moment, but because he suddenly understood that he had been completely played by Ozma from the beginning of the duel.

"Chatter, it seems that the comprehension is very high, it's really good!" Ozma did not hesitate to praise himself at this time, of course, this is also because Spark's defeat is a certainty.

"Hmph, first pretending to cherish my body and not wanting to fight me, then causing me to give up long-range attacks and rush to get close, and finally let me be hit, Ozma, you are really insidious enough!" Spark's eyebrows twisted into a very painful look at this time.

"Chatter, should I take the word 'insidious' as a compliment to me?" Ozma squinted at Spark, for him, Spark's at this time was no different from the wasted man and the four, so naturally he didn't need to pay much attention.

"Well, it's really an old monster that has lived for thousands of years!" So," Spark, who couldn't stand up just now, suddenly stood up, and then pointed a pair of Colt automatic pistols at Ozma and shouted: "Roaming Opanisha: Mobile Shooting!"

"What?!" Ozma floated into the air in the face of this sudden attack, and then asked in a surprised tone, "How is it possible? How can you still stand up and fight back?" Indeed, there is no more familiar black mist attached to Spark's legs than Ozma, it is a monster that is never satisfied, and it will not say anything if there is not even a scum left to corrode Spark.

"You mean that, right?" Sparker saw Ozma floating in the air, and Spark, who knew that he couldn't attack, stopped pulling the trigger, after all, it was good to be able to retain a little more physical strength now. I saw Sparker point to the black mist attached to his leg, and then lightly slapped it on his leg. At this time, the phenomenon that Ozma couldn't explain clearly even if he wanted to break his head appeared. I saw that with the action of Spark's leg, the corrosive black mist attached to his leg actually fell like dirt, and when Spark's movement stopped, Ozma suddenly found that Spark's leg was not scarred at all, and it did not appear to be sucked into a dry corpse. For a while, he fell into a stupor: "Why?"

"You can play with me, I can't fool you?" said Spark, shrugging his shoulders and saying in a rogue tone, it was clear that Sparker didn't want to rip this layer of window paper. But don't look at Spark's words at this time, when he was slapped on his leg by Ozma's corrosive black mist just now, it really made him break out in a cold sweat. But then, when a strange energy consciously flowed through his legs and absorbed the corrosive properties of the black mist, the black mist attached to his legs became an empty shelf that did not cause any harm to Spark.

"What a blessing, it seems that I will definitely win 20 bets and 5 million in the lottery today!" Sparker skimmed the corner of his eye at the position of the little finger of his left hand, there was a black light scattered on it, which was the Ring of the Dark Elves obtained by defeating the Sixth Apostle of the Demon Realm, Dirigi of the Plague. Through the phenomenon just now, Sparker understands that this elemental ring has the characteristic of absorbing the same kind of magic elements, and the dark elf ring consumes and encounters a corrosive black mist belonging to the dark magic element, which can be said to be the right person to marry the right person, and Sparker was spared by virtue of the dark elf ring located on the little finger of his left hand, otherwise Sparky at this time would be just as Ozma thought, not a dead man, but also a wasted person.

To say that the application of this dark elf ring not only allowed Sparker to escape this catastrophe, but also allowed Sparker to see a glimmer of victory in the originally cloudy sky, and at this time, seeing that Sparker did not explain the reason just now, Ozma naturally understood that the young man in front of him must have some basis, and his heart also skipped a beat. But in the face of Spark, an opponent who didn't even reach the eighth order, Ozma, who introduced the Arad continent to boundless fear thousands of years ago, naturally has his own self-confidence. I saw Ozma pondering in mid-air for a while, and then with a wave of his hand, two more black mist appeared in his hand, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and said: "Speaking of which, old man, I am still more fortunate to have a system like ghosts and gods, can you attack me in the air?"

"Ahh In ancient times, the art of flying was called the Heavenly Technique by cultivators, which means that only gods can use tricks, which has also led to how over the years, although the cultivators of the Arad Continent have been making progress but just ignoring the innovation in flight, it is conceivable that after all, most cultivators will never encounter enemies such as ghosts and gods and demon apostles in their lives, and all they encounter are road and ground battles, and who will let the door squeeze their heads to ponder what to fly? But now, when Sparker faced Ozma in mid-air, he looked embarrassed, of course, this is also the reason why Ozma was once a human being, generally in the previous battles, even the Demon Apostles did not think of this, that is because the ghosts and gods of the Demon Realm and the Apostles of the Demon Realm can all fly to the sky and the earth, and flying and escaping are the same as land battles in most battles, how could they think that the humans of the Arad Continent would not? But Ozma is equivalent to two lives of human beings, and naturally knows the fatal shortcomings of the Arad Continent.

"Chatter, Spark's friends always surprise the old man, but the old man is too old to stand the real pain, so" As he spoke, he saw the black mist in Ozma's hand suddenly throw towards Spark.

"Your grandmother has a leg, playing with air raids!" Although he scolded happily, Sparker had to face a cloud of black fog that fell from the sky. You know, although he understands that the Dark Elf Ring on his hand has the quality of absorbing dark attribute attacks, but Sparker doesn't want to stand there like a reckless man and wait for the black mist in Ozma's hand to "hula" and fall on his body like rain.

Thinking of this, Sparker even carried out the escape to the end, which formed a helpless confrontation, on one side was Ozma, who was floating in the air, kept throwing down the black fog in his hand like a bomber, and on the other side, Spark, who was sad, could only dodge with his head but had no way.

"Oh, what can I do, Sparker can't win like this!" In the distance, Goshawk looked at his eldest nephew Sparker so embarrassed and anxious, but he didn't know any "ground-to-air" tactics, just when Goshawk was anxious, suddenly a book in his arms fell to the ground, and when Goshawk saw the name of the book, he immediately picked it up with a smile, and then shouted at Spark: "Spark, on!" At the same time, his arm threw the book towards Spark