Chapter 677: Magic Sphere

The Nether Phoenix can travel between darkness and shadows, and a simple attack cannot effectively reach this creature that can shuttle through shadows. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The vortex summoned by the Flame Phoenix avoided this, ignoring all other means at all. Relying only on the surging magic, all the fire and darkness were sucked into the whirlpool of magic.

Even the darkness was sucked into this terrifying magic vortex, and the Nether Phoenix at this time, even if it had the ability to shuttle through the shadows, could not escape the black hole-like suction of this vortex.

Seeing that the opponent was trapped by the whirlpool, the flame phoenix tried its best to urge the suction of the whirlpool, and the invisible suction force was like a black hole, gradually devouring the dark river.

Like a tug-of-war, the Netherworld Phoenix and the dark river it summoned were drawn closer by the black hole little by little, and swallowed by the black hole little by little.

George didn't say a word, his eyes sparkled, and he quietly watched the scene in front of him. "But that's exactly what I want. ”

The Flame Phoenix's attack method is really good, and compared to the change of means, it is naturally far inferior to the Nether Phoenix controlled by George.

But in the competition of magic power and consumption, the flame phoenix that was catalyzed by it was far more than the nether phoenix catalyzed from the phoenix's dead egg.

Once the competition is consumed, relying on the surging magic power, the Flame Phoenix will completely have the upper hand.

The only problem is that its opponents are more than just immediate predators.

As the battle between the Nether Phoenix and the Flaming Phoenix spread, George and Anna had retreated beyond the cliffs of the snowy mountains.

On the edge of the cliff, an ice bridge stretched out, and George and Anna stood on the edge of the bridge, quietly watching the two phoenixes frozen on both sides of the whirlpool.

George pulled out a slender wand from his body, and with a flick of his fingers, he attached one incantation after another to the wand.

"Armor Piercing,"

"Sharp,"

"Sturdy,"

"God walks,"

"Tracking. ”.....

Spell after spell was forcibly added to the tiny wand.

The small wand was covered with all kinds of spells, and the whole wand suddenly became like a powder keg stuffed with explosives, and the whole thing was about to explode.

When he couldn't add any more spells, looking at the mountain wall, George flicked his wand.

The wand pierced the mountain wall like a sharp arrow, and with a thud, it burrowed into the mountain wall and drilled all the way down the rock.

The Flame Phoenix and the Nether Phoenix are still facing each other, and a huge vortex of magic power is pulling the things on the mountain into it.

The magic vortex is indestructible, indestructible, and the powerful gravitational pull sucks the rocks and snow on the mountain into the boundless flames and darkness, crushing and annihilating.

At this moment, the sharp arrow turned into the wand had dug into the feet of the flaming phoenix like a pangolin shuttling underground.

Before the Flame Phoenix could react, the wand that came out of the ground was already like a sharp arrow, burrowing into its body.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The spell attached to the wand continued to burst inside its body. All of a sudden, the flame phoenix was completely engulfed in flames. The flames erupted, enveloping it into a huge ball of fire.

"Huh!"

At the same time, the Nether Phoenix let out a long roar and suddenly disappeared.

In another flash, it was behind the flame.

The Nether Phoenix stretched out its claws, spread its wings, and clasped tightly to the Flame Phoenix, carrying the fireball into the raging and furious vortex of magical power.

The surging power was swallowed into an indestructible vortex of magic. In just a moment, the whole violent vortex was like a hollow that had lost its color. A vortex of darkness and flames, like a collapsing rift in space.

The snow that was pulled by the suction of the magic vortex was like a rope that had suddenly lost its traction. Like a short-line kite, it falls from the sky and sprinkles with joy.

The mountain returned to its original state, and the entire mountain became an inaccessible Jedi, incredibly quiet.

"Knock! knock!"

The vortex of magical power, which had absorbed too much energy, could no longer continue to devour it, and instead underwent a huge change.

The whirlpool of magical power, swallowing clouds and spitting mist, turned into a ball of red and black, distorted brilliance. The diameter of the ball is about ten meters, and the body is shining with brilliance, and the flames on the body of the ball are circulating, sometimes slow and sometimes urgent, flickering bright and dark.

The ball moved and stilled, beating like a heart, and the beating and twisted space seemed to be pregnant with a terrible storm.

"Can't let it explode. ”

Seeing this scene, George understood that he couldn't let the ball full of magic power burst open. Otherwise, the whole of Kailash would have been blown in two, and the inhabitants of the mountain would surely die.

He flew from the edge of the cliff to the contorting orb.

He took out his wand and chanted the incantation. His magic is like a rope, like a thin thread. The ropes and threads of the magic, like creepers, spread from all sides of the ball toward the center.

Those magical ropes are like invisible tentacles, like the most brilliant virtuoso, like the most subtle masseur.

The tentacles of magic repeatedly struck on the twisted ball, and the invisible concussive power gently vibrated the magic power in the distorted space, gently channeling the surging and majestic magic power.

The majestic magic power is like an explosives arsenal that is about to explode, like a torrent that is about to be vented, and it only takes a breakthrough to immediately burst out with terrifying destructive power.

The ball moves and moves, twisting constantly, and the terrible power accumulates within the ball. The huge impact fused within the sphere. It's like a giant hand is rubbing and pulling the elastic ball, and it's like life is pregnant in the ball, as if a monster is about to break out of its shell,

At this moment, George was like the most cunning hunter, using a decoy to induce the two huge forces inside the ball to strangle to the death.

The magic of the Netherworld Phoenix and the Flame Phoenix, in the twisted ball, is like cold water and boiling oil, like ice and snow and flames.

Two completely different forces, like natural enemies of each other, attract each other and strangle each other. Two powerful magical forces, constantly intertwined with each other, and constantly colliding.

After the magic collided, they broke up with each other, and then reunited under the impetus of endless backup magic, and once again started a fierce fight.

George manipulated the tentacles of magic like the most clever tinkerer, the most ingenious manipulator. The tentacles of magic are like the most clever rescue team, and like the referee who pulls the most bias.

Wherever there is a fight, the tentacles of magic rush to watch and rob while the fire is burning. Where there is no fighting, the tentacles of magic will add fuel and vinegar and provoke a fight. Where the fire was overdone, the tentacles of the magic ran to evacuate again, not letting the magic leave the sphere.

The tentacles of magic are like a wooden hammer that strikes a gopher, and like a plank that mends a hole.

(To be continued.) )