Under Claire's control, the Nether Soul Hook continued to tear at the spirit of the Flame Orc Ancestor's spirit, and Claire continued to scatter white powder in mid-air.

Under the combined effect of the white powder and the Nether Soul Hook, the spirit body of the Flame Orc Ancestor's soul was gradually becoming transparent, and its breath was gradually weakening.

Claire put on several reconnaissance spells on herself, and under the continuous weakening of the other party, she finally saw a white glowing shard located in the center of her eyebrows.

Claire bit her lip, and in the information, when the Godhead Fall Shatter was absorbed into the body by other creatures, the chance of being located in the heart was the highest, followed by the head.

Claire chose the former, which had a higher probability, but she didn't expect that the other party's godhead was actually located in the center of her eyebrows.

"It's a little tricky." Claire muttered, then looked back at the closed door.

Although you can slowly grind each other to death, it will take too long.

Now that he is in the base camp of other people, he is doing this kind of thing, and the breath of the ancestral soul has just spread, and he is in danger of staying here for one more second.

At that time, people noticed something unusual, and the four sword saints broke in, and their own strength was not enough to cut them.

After thinking about it for a few seconds, Claire made up her mind, released the force of the soul locking hook, and pulled the hook out of the opponent's heart.

The moment it was released, the Ancestral Soul of the Raging Flame Orcs seized the opportunity and bombarded the isolation cover with the Pure Soul Origin again.

Claire's newly repaired isolation shield had a tendency to collapse, but Claire was also prepared this time and repaired it back in the next second, but the soul fluctuations still spread out again.

Looking at the large amount of soul matter that had collapsed, Claire was a little distressed, he had advanced to the archmage realm by absorbing the soul origin of the legendary wizard who tried to take away him in the wizarding world. This thing wasn't meant to be used as an attack at all, otherwise it wouldn't be that powerful.

However, Claire was only distressed for a moment, compared to the godhead, these soul origins are really not enough.

The released Nether Soul Lock Hook swung again, locked onto the opponent's head, and pierced it directly, the spirit body of the Flame Orc broke open again, and the aura began to dissipate at an accelerated pace.

The four furious orcs outside the main hall felt the soul fluctuations that spread and were once again inspired.

"The soul fluctuations of the ancestors are getting stronger and stronger!"

"That's right! It seems that there is great hope for recovery! ”

Hearing the excited words of those people, the chief immediately said, "Don't speak, don't affect the treatment inside!" ”

Seeing this, the other three immediately lowered their voices, and looked at the door of the main hall with anticrative and hopeful expectations, imagining the scene of the ancestors inside becoming more and more spiritual.

……

And on the battlefield on the front line, the soldiers below are constantly fighting, and the blood is flowing like a river, and there are mountains of corpses and a sea of blood everywhere.

And above 10,000 meters in the sky, the High Priest of the Flame Orcs and the Merlin Fasheng were looking at each other from afar. A powerhouse of their level would not have started a battle if it weren't for the special timing.

Merlin looked at the high priest opposite and shouted, "Is your ancestral soul dead?" ”

The High Priest shifted his gaze from the battlefield below to Merlin's body, and did not say a word, but it was clear from his expression that he was disgusted by Merlin's question.

Seeing that the other party did not speak, Merlin planned to continue to provoke and spoil the other party's mentality.

But just as he was about to speak, he noticed a sudden change in the expression of the high priest on the other side, and looked back at the location of the Flame Orc base camp.

It had been with the soul of the ancestors for thousands of years, how could it not feel that the soul fluctuations emanating from it were a signal for help.

Merlin's speed was faster than that of the high priest, and the moment the opponent's face deteriorated, Merlin launched an attack, one move.

The air currents in the sky spun under its control, and in a second, a huge typhoon cyclone formed in the air, and the surrounding clouds were swept away by it, and the high priest was trapped inside.

The high priest was about to leave, but found that his body was affected by the air current, and his speed plummeted, and his expression deteriorated again.

"Let me go!" The high priest shouted.

Merlin blocked the other party's way unhurriedly, with a playful expression, and asked, "Why are you in such a hurry to go back?" Something happened to the Ancestral Soul? ”

The high priest was a little surprised that the other party could guess so accurately.

But now is not the time to fight with the other party, it must go back immediately to see what happened, it stands to reason that now there are four Sword Masters in the base camp, there shouldn't be any problems?

"Don't stop me! Now you're no match for me! The High Priest said coldly to Merlin.

Merlin was indeed strong enough to kill him alone, but after seriously injuring the Ancestral Soul, Merlin was also injured a lot, and he was not able to cast spells as inconsistently as before.

Merlin touched his long white beard and smiled; "I can't beat you now, but it's okay to pester you and not let you go back."

"You're in such a hurry to go back, I definitely don't agree."

A trace of killing intent flashed in the High Priest's eyes, and then with a wave of the scepter in his hand, a brutal energy wave directly broke the cyclone arranged by Merlin, and then flew out at an extremely fast speed, and the fast speed directly drew a long afterimage in the air.

But Merlin's speed was not slow, and he soon caught up, constantly harassing him, forcing the high priest's speed down.

……

In the altar hall, Claire had already manipulated the soul hook to peel off the opponent's eyebrows, revealing the fragment of the godhead that was only the size of an index finger inside.

Claire floated over lightly after making sure that the Soul Hook had bound the soul of the Flame Orc Ancestor very firmly, and finally stopped above the center of the opponent's eyebrows.

"The Mage's Hand." Claire whispered.

After the spell ended, in front of him, an illusory hand of magic condensed.

Claire then controlled the mage's hand to penetrate the wound in the center of the opponent's eyebrows, and the moment it came into contact, the ancestral soul let out a wailing roar, and as the mage's hand continued to enter, the wail became more and more harsh.

Claire didn't have time to pay attention to the cacophony, and tried to stretch the mage's hand in the direction of the godhead.

"Buzz!"

The moment the mage's hand touched the godhead, a resonant sound rang out.

Then, the godhead that was originally located in the soul of the Flame Orc Ancestor actually took the initiative to float up, slowly floating towards Claire along the hand of the mage constructed by magic.

Claire's face changed, the godhead was actually through the mage's hand, and this scene made him a little panicked.

The godhead slowly floated out, and when it floated out of the body of the ancestor soul, the spiritual qi of the ancestor soul of the angry flame orcs instantly withered, and when it was originally tied up, it could still struggle for a moment and instantly transformed into a dying posture, looking like an ancient tree was going to wither.

Claire didn't bother to care about the changes in the other party, and quickly dispersed the mage's hand, but the godhead floated towards him unhurriedly as if it had identified a person.

Claire took out the box that was originally intended to be used to hold the godhead from the space ring, and after putting the godhead inside, the godhead seemed to be something that was not the same dimension as the other party, and went straight through it, floating straight towards Claire.

"Damn it!" Claire scolded secretly, his understanding of the Godhead is not enough, but he doesn't plan to merge with the Godhead now, who knows what side effects will appear after the fusion.

Later, Claire tried several more containers, intending to pack up the godhead and take it away. But just as before, the Godhead passed directly through the vessels, as if it were a medium that all the matter of the event could not contain.

Claire retreated violently for a long distance, and the godhead was still light, but the distance between her and him was getting closer.

In the end, when Claire couldn't stop it with her hands, it melted directly into his eyebrows.

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