The reason why it is a phantom is because it is too fast. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Sean used all his eyesight, and it was difficult to fully see their movements, and he could only vaguely distinguish that it was four people flying in the air and fighting, the sound of weapons colliding, the crackling of fireballs, and the whistling of lightning.

Sean was completely dumbfounded.

It turned out that the real duel between the powerhouses on this continent was so tragic and spectacular, it made people's blood gush.

But the next scene surprised him even more.

From the four illusory warbands, two bloody arms suddenly flew out, one of which held a huge chain flail. They spun and fell rapidly, landing not far from Sean's hideout.

Immediately after, several phantoms that were still colliding with each other just now stopped.

In the very center of Sean's vision, a white-robed mage appeared.

Although it was a white robe, it was almost red with blood.

There was a short knife stuck under his left rib, most of which was submerged in his body, and blood gushed out of the wound and dripped down the placket of his robe.

The mage's left hand held a staff tightly, and it was impossible to tell what material it was made of, and it was also more than a person's length, and the top was inlaid with a spar.

His spar was obviously much higher than the spar of the mage under Fabian, it was large, round, crystal clear, and a rare treasure at first glance.

But now the hedron is also covered in blood.

In fact, not only the hedrons, but the entire tip of the staff was dripping with blood.

For it was stabbed into the body of another person with his left hand, through the front chest, and through the back.

It is not accurate to say that it was a human who was pierced, although the person did look like an ordinary human male in appearance and body shape, but his skin was red, and he had two long, thin horns on his head, and a pair of bat-like wings on his back.

Sean felt that he was very similar to the giant beast that was fighting the black dragon.

This pierced guy held a long sword in his right hand, and the blade had been cut into the mage's left shoulder, but fortunately, under the mage's white robe, it looked like it should be lined with armor, which played a good protective role, and the blade was not cut too deeply, but the wound was still bleeding.

Not far in front of the mage were two other people, the same red skin, the tip of the head, and the wings of the bats on their backs.

One of them had no arms left, and blood was constantly spurting out from the wound, but the man was quite stiff, and he didn't scream out of such a serious injury, but flapped his wings and barely managed to maintain his balance in the air, while snorting and panting.

The other was a woman, dressed in a very simple armor that only covered her chest and lower body, with the rest of her skin exposed, and in her right hand she held a short knife identical to the one inserted into the mage's side, and it seemed that the wound was hers.

At this moment, the woman was gritting her teeth and staring at the white-robed mage's right hand, huge beads of sweat sliding down her face.

Because in that hand, the extremely pure qi energy had condensed into a huge ball of lightning, crackling and making a palpitating sound, and if she was struck by this lightning bolt with her size, she would definitely be shattered.

At this time, the mage had raised his right hand and pointed at the woman opposite.

Ball lightning burst out in mid-air with bursts of dazzling light, and under the flickering light and shadow, Sean saw a fierceness and perseverance on the mage's face that only experienced in a hundred battles could have.

"Die, you remnants of the devil!"

Devil?

Are they the legendary devils who once swept across the continent?

Sean couldn't help but take a closer look at these "people" with crimson skin, two sharp horns and a pair of bat-wings, this was the first time he had seen the devil, it turned out that these legendary ferocious, the monsters who swept the immortal empire established by the elves thousands of years ago into the dustbin of history, looked like this.

Aren't they sealed in the abyss by the Father of Gods, and why are they here?

Sean was full of doubts, and he was more concerned about the next battle.

The devil is an extremely powerful monster, whether in the propaganda of the church or in the mouth of the bard, and it is already remarkable that this white-robed mage can fight three by one, but now that he is so badly injured, can he still hold on.

Sean reached out and took out the crossbow machine and the arrow box from the bracelet, and began to store crossbow arrows into the arrow box, ready to find an opportunity to help the white-robed mage, although his ability is far from enough compared to those gods in the sky, but the devil is the public enemy of the mainland, and since he met it today, he can't stand idly by.

At this time, the mage's hand was leveled, and the ball lightning was about to come out.

But at this moment, the black dragon that was pressed below by the giant beast suddenly let out a miserable scream, and one of its eyes was blinded by the strong horn on the giant beast's fist, and the blood flowed profusely.

"Olaf, hold on!"

The mage roared, the features on his face twisted with anger, and as soon as he shook his hand, the ball lightning went straight towards the giant beast.

Sean watched as he realized that the mage had made a mistake.

The dazzling ball of lightning exploded on the beast's back in the blink of an eye, blasting its wide back into a huge wound as deep as a ravine, and the blood that splattered was almost instantly evaporated by the high temperature of the lightning, and a scorched and unpleasant smell spread in all directions.

The giant beast trembled in pain, but compared to its huge body, such an injury was serious, but not fatal, but only aroused its ferocity.

It turned its head, snorting and grunting, glaring fiercely at the mage in mid-air, its huge wings spreading and flapping, ready to fly in the direction of the mage.

But just as it was about to fly off the ground, the black dragon that had its wings torn off, suffered numerous blows, and was blinded by one eye, and the black dragon, which had been paralyzed on the ground, suddenly burst up, and its limbs were tightly wrapped around the giant beast, pulling it back to the ground again.

Immediately after that, the black dragon actually said: "Lightning can't kill it, use permafrost icicles!

It's too late!

The moment the ball lightning shot just now, the witch holding the short knife on the opposite side had already flapped her wings and rushed towards the white-robed mage at a speed beyond the limit of vision.

At this time, there was nothing in the mage's hand that could threaten the other party anymore, and the powerful attack magic was difficult to instantaneous, requiring complex gestures and spells to support, but the other party obviously would not give him this time.

At that moment, he jerked his left hand, trying to pull the staff out of the body of the devil he had stabbed through, and it had been used for many years, both as an extremely important equipment for spell casting, and as well as a weapon for melee combat.

But he never expected that the other party was not dead after being hit through the chest, and when he pulled out, the bloodied devil looked up at him and smiled fiercely, and even grabbed the rod tightly with both hands to prevent him from pulling out the staff.

In such a short time, he won the opportunity for his companions to kill.

The white-robed mage only felt a flash of cold light, and the witch's short knife had already arrived in front of him.