The flames that rose into the sky, turning everything that enveloped it into smoke, lasted for two minutes and then vanished abruptly, leaving a huge void in the original site of the Lordaeron king's capital, as terrifying as if it had led to a bottomless abyss.

At the edge of the south side of the hollow, Yang Long looked into the northwest with a gloomy face.

The pillar of fire just now contained extremely powerful energy, which instantly turned his incarnation into ashes, and also caused a certain degree of damage to the body, even the power of the eighty or ninety thousand souls absorbed could not make up for it.

Now Yang Long's incarnation is also re-condensed.

"The trap of this destructive power can only be the transcendent. Looking back at the bottomless void, Yang Long immediately judged the strength of the person who had made him suffer a loss, and couldn't help but be a little secretly annoyed.

It doesn't matter, though.

After only a few seconds, Yang Long regained his composure, and his feet moved forward quickly, each step was able to cross a distance of nearly a hundred meters, maintaining a high speed of movement, and running in the direction of the Whispering Coast.

It was calm for half an hour.

King Lordaeron was almost a thousand kilometers away from the Whispering Coast, and Yang Long was just halfway to his destination, and when he was strange that he hadn't encountered the expected enemy, there was a shadow in the sky in front of him.

"That's," Yang Long narrowed.

One after another missiles with tail flames, densely packed with tens of thousands, came rapidly from the far northwest, each missile had a diameter of four or five meters, and the surface of the bullet god was printed with skeletons and flame patterns, rushing straight towards Yang Long.

The vision of the ancient gods can be seen clearly. The tail of the missile is rubbed with the words "hot sand enterprise".

At a short distance of several kilometers, just a moment later, the missile accelerated sharply after approaching, and crashed headlong with the sound of the wind.

Rumble!

The missile at the forefront, when it flew more than 100 meters away from Yang Long, was like hitting a transparent wall of air, and directly exploded in its entirety, and the violent explosion formed a huge cloud-like flame.

Like a chain reaction, the explosion that followed became more and more terrifying.

A series of mushroom clouds burst out one after another, on the ground of the Tirisfal glades. It continues from southeast to northwest. The loud sound of the earth and the flames and dust that reached tens of thousands of meters, as well as the constant shaking of the earth, can be clearly felt even hundreds of kilometers away on the Whispering Coast.

However, in addition to the initial explosion, the explosion point of the follow-up missile. But it's always approaching the northwest.

The center of the explosion.

Everything around was already surrounded by flames. And within a radius of fifty meters with Yang Long as the center of the circle. Not a single flame could break through the barrier of that wall of air, and it moved with him.

This is, of course, because Yang Long released his power to block it.

The missiles that come and explode one after another are all the most cutting-edge products of Goblin Technology. The destructive power of each missile after a complete explosion can easily destroy a large town, or even most of the buildings in a small city.

But for Yang Long, it's not enough to see at all.

Not to mention that he had already gained three-fifths of the power of the Elder God, even Yang Long, who had just integrated into Yog-Saron and was not quite accustomed to the power of the Elder God, would not be hurt much by these terrifying-looking bombs.

After all, the essence of the world of Azeroth is magic and energy.

Carrying the clouds of missiles that exploded one after another, Yang Long continued to move towards the northwest effortlessly, and after unconsciously walking more than 100 kilometers again, there were finally no more missiles flying to the explosion.

"Hmph! Yang Long looked behind him and sneered disdainfully.

The potholed earth, witnessing the previous series of attacks, only slightly consumed Yang Long's strength, even if he was able to defeat Yang Long in the end, it would take decades just to remedy the end.

At this moment, Yang Long was less than five hundred kilometers away from his destination.

Although a distance still seems to be not short, it can no longer be regarded as too much of an obstacle for the powerhouses of his current level, and Yang Long can already feel two hostile breaths across this distance.

It was the breath of the Beyond.

"It's a familiar taste. Licking his lips, Yang Long said with a cruel smile, under the practice of his feet, he was able to cross nearly a thousand meters every second, and flew towards the direction of the Whispering Coast.

And at this moment, Whisper Coast.

Heavily armed professionals and troops gathered on the flank of a hill not far from the coast, and when the wrinkled Moon God Messenger nodded in "Aging", the blank Nozdom jumped high and rose to a halt after rising more than a thousand meters into the air.

"Time coexists with all things, and time transcends all things!"

As Nozdom chanted expressionlessly, a visible ripple appeared and expanded from behind it, sweeping in a lightning-like southeasterly direction, leaving everyone's vision in an instant.

At the same time, in front of each pseudo-super-level magic professional, a translucent mirror also appeared.

"Attack!" the magician in charge of the herald roared loudly with amplification magic.

The number of nearly 3,000 pseudo-super-level magic professionals immediately unleashed their most powerful magic or secret skills, regardless of physical strength and magic attrition, and desperately slammed the attack into the mirror in front of them.

The other side.

Just after moving forward dozens of kilometers at a rapid speed, an energy containing time suddenly appeared nearby, accurately covering Yang Long and the surrounding space within a hundred meters, and the layers of space overlapped.

Yang Long, who was moving at high speed, immediately felt something strange.

Although he was still running fast, he had just been able to cross a kilometer in one step, and now he took hundreds of steps as if he was stepping in place, as if he was separated by hundreds of thousands of kilometers from the space a hundred meters away.

"This kind of energy" Yang Long's eyes froze and looked around.

Nozdorm's magic can make most professionals undetectable, even some super-level powerhouses are helpless when they encounter it, but they can't trap Yang Long for long.

After just observing for a moment, Yang Long was confident that he would crack it within two minutes.

However, it was obvious that his enemies had already prepared, and when Yang Long had just mobilized his energy and was about to erode this time magic, the large and small illusory light mirrors flashed one by one from a hundred meters away, blooming with a dazzling light.

Yang Long frowned.

It was just that the next second later, all kinds of magic and inheritance secret techniques flew out of the illusory light mirror like raindrops, flew into the range of time magic, and hit Yang Long without any effect.

Bang!

The first to arrive was a giant ice pick, and with a casual push of Yang Long's hand, it shattered with a crisp sound, and the scattered ice chips even destroyed other magic and inheritance secret techniques around it.

One hit after another of magic and energy, raining down on Yang Long's body, and then being crushed by him from a few meters away.

Although the releasers of these magic and inheritance secret techniques were at most fourteenth-order high-level professionals, defense was as simple as just waving his hand for Yang Long, but just waving his hand, after repeating it hundreds or thousands of times, was still a lot of consumption.

"Is there a war of attrition?" Yang Long realized the enemy's intentions.

Yang Long, who has the power of the ancient gods, has a real power at this moment, which is more than thirty times stronger than five hundred years ago, but because of the change in his body, he has lost the ability to attack from a distance.

In other words, if he wants to attack the enemy, he must be within the range of what he can attack.

However, Nozdorm's time magic made it impossible for Yang Long to do this, and he was beaten passively for only five minutes, and the power consumed by defense alone was several times the power consumed by the previous bombardment with missiles.

"I didn't want to do this, but," Yang Long waved his hand and slapped a fireball away, muttering to himself rather unpleasantly.

After saying this, Yang Long gave up his defense, and let the magic and inheritance secret techniques smash on his body, and the whole person was blown into minced meat in less than a minute, and then the magic and energy bombs that lost their target filled all the nearby spaces.

The originally immovable defense collapsed all of a sudden, and Yang Long himself was easily killed, so that the high-level members of the coalition forces who had been locked up on this side since the time magic worked, they didn't reflect for a while, what kind of expression should they show when they were stunned

(To be continued......)