The Holy Priest waved his staff and roared, "Holy Knight Legion, attack!"

With that, the knights rushed like rakshasas, and one of the knights running in front of him swung his sword and slashed at the rakshasa's head. Rakshasa blocked the knight's attack with his left hand, and his right hand instantly created a small ball condensed with spiritual power and hit the knight fiercely. The knight was knocked out by the powerful spiritual power, and knocked the knight behind him into a piece, scattering his armor to the ground.

Rakshasa suddenly realized that there was nothing in the armor. The scattered armor slowly sank into the ground, and when the armor was completely underground, the knight would emerge from the ground at the rear of the palaziers. To Rakshasa's surprise, it wasn't the knights that would emerge, but the number of regenerated knights. In Rakshasa's memory, every time a knight is defeated, only one more will be reborn, but what about today

Rakshasa couldn't help but sigh, "How can this be?" The Holy Priest's face pulled out a smile that was more ugly than crying, and said, "How is it? Surprised? Don't forget that this is the Holy Cavalry Regiment with the title of "Immortal Legion"! Not to mention that it is now at the Holy Altar. Here, every time you hit a knight, there will be twenty knights waiting for you to defeat, no matter how powerful you are in the face of the enemy, there will always be a moment when your strength will be exhausted, and that moment will mean the end of your life!"

After listening to the Holy Priest's words, Rakshasa put on a relaxed look, but his relaxed appearance was so unnatural. In a "light-hearted" tone, he said, "It looks like I'm going to get serious." Suddenly, the surface temperature around the Rakshasa began to rise, and a raging fire gradually ignited, turning into a sea of fire within a radius of several hundred meters. The knights' armor had already been burned red by the flames, but they were completely unconscious, and still rushed towards the rakshasas.

Rakshasa also said: "Water Spirit Art - Wrath of the Sea". Cracks suddenly appeared in the earth, spewing out thousands of water columns, and the raging fire disappeared in an instant, and the water jets formed tornadoes. Unlike fire spouts, these tornadoes are all made of water. Tens of thousands of tornadoes emitted powerful suction, engulfing the entire paladon regiment into the tornado. The armor that had just been burned red by the Hellfire was soaked in cold water again, and the armor cracked because it could not withstand such a huge temperature difference. Coupled with the tornado's powerful inertia, the armor quickly turned into fragments. The tornado disappeared in an instant, and there was not a drop of water to be found on the ground. Fragments of armor fell to the ground like a heavy rain.

The Rakshasa thought that if they wiped out all the paladier regiments at once, they would not regenerate, but the Rakshasa soon found out that he was wrong. When the last piece of armor fell to the ground, tens of millions of fast armor fragments sank into the ground. Then the Holy Cavalry Regiment reappeared. Unlike before, this time there were twenty times as many as before! In the face of twenty times the number of paladier regiments, the Rakshasa was truly in crisis. After using three mysteries in a row, there wasn't much left of Rakshasa's spiritual power. Rakshasa gritted his teeth and said, "Damn, can't you finish the fight? With the current spiritual power, I can only do the final blow." ”

Rakshasa turned his head to look at the holy sacrifice, but what he saw was the holy sacrifice with his eyes closed, his brows tightly locked, and his face covered with beads of sweat. It was as if he was enduring a great deal of pain. Rakshasa didn't understand why the Holy Sacrifice was acting in such pain, but he didn't have time to think about it. In the face of the twenty times the Holy Cavalry Regiment, it is still unknown whether he can survive today with his current spiritual power, how can he still have the heart to care about others.

Rakshasa took a deep breath, crouched down and put his hand on the ground, and shouted: "Look at my last mystery! Earth Spirit Technique-Earth Fury" Suddenly, the entire Holy Altar began to tremble, and the knights could not move forward because of the trembling of the earth, so they could only stagger in place. But the Holy Priest still stood firm, as if everything around him had no effect on him. But his heart was not as calm as it seemed, but full of surprise. At a Rakshasa age, it is impossible to accomplish such a high-level mystery as the Wrath of the Earth. Even if there is enough spiritual power, it will be torn apart because it can't withstand the pressure of strong spiritual power, but Rakshasa did it. In the cognition of the holy sacrifice, the rakshasa is almost about to become a monster, and sure enough, the seven major Shura are not vegetarians.

The trembling of the earth became more and more intense, and most of the knights could no longer stand. Suddenly, a powerful stream of spiritual power erupted around the rakshasa, forming a wall of spiritual power about 10 meters high in a cylinder around him. Rakshasa jerked to his feet and roared. The spiritual power wall spread out to all sides at a rapid speed, and where the spiritual power wall passed, the earth was turned over and became uneven. The knights were all scattered in an instant, and the Holy Altar was completely turned over, except for the Rakshasa and the ground under the feet of the Holy Priest, which was unharmed, the rest of the place completely changed and it was impossible to tell where it was. In an instant, the twenty-fold regiment of palasars was wiped out with a single blow. The armor sank into the ground again, and immediately after, a regiment of paladazions that was four hundred times as large as it had originally appeared! But Rakshasa had no spiritual power at all, and he barely supported his body to stand in place. Facing four hundred times the number of paladers, he felt that death was approaching him step by step.

When the last trace of spiritual power was also exhausted, Rakshasa weakened and silently closed his eyes. Suddenly, a young man of about twenty-five years old appeared beside him, and no one knew how he had come here! The young man helped Rakshasa up, and Rakshasa looked up, and hurriedly knelt down on one knee and said, "I'm sorry, great king, my subordinates are incompetent. The young man smiled and said, "It's okay, you've done your best, I'll help you recover first." After speaking, the young man waved his hand, and more than a dozen silver needles pierced Rakshasa's body, and with another wave of his hand, the silver needles disappeared. Rakshasa suddenly felt that the lost spiritual power had returned, and said to the young man, "Thank you, Great King. The young man turned to look at the holy sacrifice, a smile on his face as handsome as that of the rakshasas.

When the Holy Priest saw the young man, he was immediately surprised and said, "King of the Dark Night-Evil Flame" The Evil Flame turned his head to look at the Rakshasa and said lightly: "Remember, there are only two ways to crack this great summoning. Either the summoner voluntarily dismisses it, or "the Evil Flame disappears into thin air before it can finish speaking." In an instant, he came to the body of the holy priest, and the speed was unimaginable. Evil Flame continued, "Or, take down the summoner." After speaking, he punched the Holy Priest in the chest, and the Holy Priest couldn't dodge at all because he wanted to maintain the spirit array, and was punched dozens of meters away, marking a long mark on the ground. He tried hard to prop up his upper body, but he still couldn't

Evil Flame finds the Emperor's coffin and opens it to find that the Emperor's body is not here. Somewhat annoyed, he changed to the coffin, and the evil flame turned to the Rakshasa and said, "Dig three feet into the ground in the other world, and find out the emperor's war spirit!" "Yes!" Rakshasa answered, and the two turned into a phantom and disappeared into the air, leaving only a ruin that proved that they had been there