The demon's massive body was coated in a damp glow, and shadows slipped down his skin drop by drop, tinkling and dancing. Like a monster from the depths www.biquge.info of the sea, he vividly shows the crazy possibilities of the world.

Teng Yunshen dragged the corpse of the blue mage to him. The screams of the dead echoed in his ears. A dry, cold wind blew out of the door of death, crumpling his dead figure into a cloud of indistinct smoke. Teng Yunshen threw the corpse at the demon spirit.

The monster raised its deft tentacles and swept up the flying remains.

Life sleeps, death awakens. Teng Yunshen opened the door to the world of death on the corpse of the blue mage. And the insatiable monster craves all the energy he doesn't have.

The demon spirit is unbridled in extracting the magic of death. It wailed. There is a deep line between life and death, and even the incomprehensible monster cannot easily cross it. The demon spirit becomes vulnerable. He needs a little time to adjust to his body structure. 、

He is not smart enough, or rather, he is no longer wise. He didn't have to evolve at this time, but he followed his instincts.

And Teng Yunshen got a chance.

The world of the past is still under the shadows, in the depths of the unknown. It is even more unrealistic to see shadows as illusory, and as things that have become things of the past. Time has left a shadow in the world of the past. Teng Yun deeply tugged at the shadow under the shadow.

He had fought alongside necromancers and had held the Necromancy Ring, an experience that had familiarized him with the magic of a bygone world.

He wears the shadow of killing, and he is like a tiger with wings.

Teng Yunshen detonated the death of the blue mage. It had nothing to do with complex chemistry, it was just a thought, and he drove a series of violent explosions. The wet shadow of the demon spirit burned, and the flames pushed through the blue mist, illuminating the gray winter sky.

The demon howled in a heart-rending rage, deafening.

Teng Yunshen grabbed the corpse of the brass mage at his feet, concocted it as he could, and threw another door of death at the monster.

The demons have not learned from the painful experience. He swung his wounded tentacles again, wrapping around the flying corpse. He hadn't figured out how it all happened, and probably never would have figured it out. Chaos gripped the spirits. He didn't perceive the approaching danger, nor did he care about it. The reason why he felt pain was only because he still had a few past habits in his body.

The injury makes the monster's thirst for power even stronger.

Teng Yunshen detonated the death of the brass mage. Glittering metal powder burst out of the torn flesh and blood, spilling into the churning flames and crackling rain.

The demons swirled.

The killer dragged himself to the molten silver mage. No matter what kind of mana the silver alloy gave the wizard, it didn't help her survive. She was barely able to keep the alloy magic running so that she wouldn't die in her fragile body. The performance of the alloy material continues the life of the molten silver mage. However, she climbed too slowly, and the killer chased after her at once.

Teng Yunshen stretched out his shadow hand and tied up the molten silver mage. The Molten Silver Mage struggled hard, but to no avail, she could only let Teng Yunshen drag her towards the monster that was eager to devour the snake.

Dozens of ignorant mouths and the beat of the noise uttered blind notes, and the charred shadow clung to his mutilated silhouette, exuding a strange fragrance. Little by little, his dazzling face melted and seeped beneath the pitch-black skin. The haze of death hangs over the spirits.

Teng Yunshen could draw power from killing the Molten Silver Mage, but he didn't intend to do so. He wants the silver mage to live. Death can bring strength to a wizard, and so can being alive.

The molten silver mage's body is a light that can be seen. It is a mirror that reflects the strange appearance of the demonic spirit.

Teng Yun grabbed the shadow of the demon spirit and tore it off bloodily. The demon fell to its knees. He stretched out his deformed big hand and slapped it towards Teng Yunshen, like a roaring volcanic cloud.

The killer turned away.

The shadow of the demon was large and heavy, as if it had caught the net of a sunken ship. The killer flung the Shadow behind him. The tidal force between the entity and the shadow tore at him, and for a moment, he thought he was going to be torn to shreds...... But he still managed to complete his magic before that moment came.

The killer pushes the Demon Spirit Shadow into the mirrored world.

The rain of fire will not fall. The demonic hand continues to swell. Teng Yunshen lured him into a shadow body, and used the shadow mage's sorcery to take away his shadow. The dry pain grasped him like thorns. However, he still has the potential to evolve. Just a little bit, his big hand was about to reach Teng Yunshen......

Bang! The killer retreated between the monster's fingers in a moment's time. Bang! The demon's fingers landed at his feet. A heat wave ignited him. He dodged attack after attack, but there was always a price to pay to defeat an opponent like the Demon Spirit. He burned.

If you put the time point forward a week, the killer may scream loudly, or he may disappear without even saying a word. And at this moment, the killer not only endured the intense pain, but even he had a clear understanding of the extent of the pain.

He evokes the magic of mirroring, pushing the shadow of the demon behind the mirror.

His mana had been raised to the level of the fourth order, and the mutual pouring of shadow magic and mirror magic no longer bothered him. Moreover, he opened the door to the mirror world, and after the mirror, the mirror image of the demon spirit became the natural carrier of the demon spirit's shadow.

The shadow of the demon envelops the shadow of the demon in the mirror. The two are one and the same. Precisely, in the supernatural world, they are naturally complementary.

The molten silver mage is evaporating.

As a mirror, the changes in the mirror world do not affect her in any way, she is only a pure medium, providing a passage from the physical world to the mirror world.

However, the spirit's wanton twisting fingers knocked her down.

The chaotic energy of no beginning and no end slammed into the fragile structure of reality one after another. The whole world is in turmoil. The rationality of all things is afraid of the breath of the demon spirit.

The molten silver mage fell to the demon's fingers, almost as deadly as the dagger and poison that appeared on the stage at the turning point of the drama, as if it were the embodiment of doom.

Fear catalyzed the melting of silver. The soul of the molten silver mage turned into unrestrained smoke. Teng Yunshen lost this mirror.