Watching one soldier after another being assassinated by the ghost stalker, the commander of the Lost Temple's side was also secretly anxious.

Although the number of ghost stalkers is not large, their threat is too great, ignoring ordinary attacks, and their own attacks are one-hit kills, so it won't be long before they can directly slaughter an entire mountain path.

"Come on, prepare me to use that new magic that can deal with these ghosts!" said the general in charge of guarding the foot of the mountain.

"Lord Boze, that new magic technique has an important role, but it shouldn't be used at this time!" said a person next to him in a whisper.

But Boze shook his head and said, "No, don't you see that those ghost stalkers are constantly slaughtering now? Now that all the masters have gone to preside over the sacrifice, now we can only rely on the number of people to fight, if we wait until the masters all come back, and our people are almost slaughtered, then even if there are no masters, they will be besieged and killed." ”

"The little one went and told the magicians to prepare the magic. ”

The ghost stalker is still slaughtering, one by one the warriors fell without resistance, although they are all elite soldiers, but in the face of opponents who can't be killed, even if they die, they are unwilling.

Just as these ghost stalkers were moving forward, suddenly in the sky above their heads, a huge black vortex with a length of thousands of meters suddenly appeared, this black vortex slowly rotated, and then there were bursts of strong suction specifically for the soul.

"At this time, I directly used the Fallen Soul Vortex, I don't know if the Pope will blame it, but God knows that this Revenant Soul Temple will send out a ghost stalker at this time, and there is no way to do it. Boze said helplessly.

Just as these ghost stalkers were constantly reckless, above their heads, a huge whirlpool suddenly appeared, this huge whirlpool was more than 3,000 meters in diameter, and it was spinning at an extremely slow speed.

Such a huge whirlpool is not something that a single magician can cast, it is already caused by gathering all the magicians at the foot of the mountain and the mountainside part to draw a large number of magicians to perform magic together.

The main effect of such a huge vortex is that it only has an extremely strong suction force for the existence of the soul body.

That's right, this magic called the Fallen Soul Vortex is a new magic technique specially passed down by the Lost God for this time.

Faced with the huge suction force generated by a huge vortex of three thousand meters, these ghost stalkers couldn't resist one after another, even if they couldn't resist at all, they were directly sucked over, no matter how they struggled and shouted, they were still helplessly completely sucked into this whirlpool.

Since these ghost stalkers who are not weak cannot resist the suction of this soul falling vortex, those fierce spirits that have just formed are naturally even more irresistible, but in an instant, the surrounding fierce spirits were completely devoured by them, and there was no one left.

The Soul Eater Octopus felt very angry at this time, and this huge vortex swallowed all its food at once, leaving not even a little bit for itself, which was too much.

In addition to the anger, the Soul Eater Octopus rushed directly into this huge whirlpool, if there were those who cleared the Soul Eater Vortex in the Lost Temple, they would definitely be shocked when they saw the Soul Eater Octopus's actions, because the Soul Eater Octopus was obviously a flesh and blood body, but it was able to rush into the Soul Eater Vortex that only targeted the soul body!

A normal flesh and blood body, when encountering such a falling soul vortex, will not be able to touch this vortex at all, at most, the body will only pass through the vortex, and it will not be able to touch anything at all.

Unfortunately, no one noticed the little octopus's actions, after all, everyone's attention was on this powerful magic.

A magic that seems to have no attack power, but it wiped out all the undead stalkers at once, which made Mi Fei extremely distressed, this is all the hard work of the temple, is it easy to cultivate their strength like now? All five hundred of them were killed in seconds.

Although it is impossible to see whether the Lost Stalkers in the Fallen Soul Vortex are dead or alive, in this case, it is estimated that all of them have been killed.

"What is this? Sure enough, the Lost Temple really has a new divine art, and looking at it like this, this divine art is quite targeted. Mi Fei said in a deep voice, and then looked at the Fallen Soul Vortex, but soon he felt that something was wrong, because the vortex had been spinning so slowly, but there was no intention of shrinking and dissipating.

Suddenly Mi Fei felt a feeling of dizziness, ghost stalkers are not comparable to those ordinary soldiers, in terms of preciousness, the cost of cultivating a ghost stalker is equivalent to the cost of training an army of 1,000 people, and the loss of 500 ghost stalkers at this time is equivalent to losing 500,000 troops all of a sudden, such a loss, it is difficult for him Mi Fei to bear this responsibility.

The loss of five hundred sergeants at once made Mi Fei feel very frightened, he turned his gaze to the huge whirlpool in the sky, and then shouted: "Attack me, tell me to fill in that huge whirlpool and destroy it!"

This was the only way he could think of to save the ghost stalker, and for a while, countless magic bows and arrows attacked the huge vortex in the sky, but to Mephi's despair, the huge vortex in the sky seemed to be immune to these attacks, and all the attacks penetrated at once, and there was no way to damage the vortex at all.

Just now they used the Ghost Stalker to make the Lost Temple try the powerlessness of the attack to be ineffective, and now, it was their turn to feel the powerlessness of the attack to be ineffective.

At this time, the Temple of Revenant Souls had to admit that if they continued to attack, things would get worse and worse for them, and the losses would be bigger and bigger, until they could no longer bear it.

And until now, their soldiers have not been able to completely collide with the other party, and the plan they used to wear the other party's clothing and weapons has gradually tended to be shattered, because so much time has passed, and the troops above the mountainside of the Lost Temple have been marked with the Lost Temple's fighting spirit and magic breath, so the plan to use the same clothes to muddy the battlefield has been declared bankrupt.

At this time, Mi Fei began to want to ask for help from the Temple of Destruction, but now for help, this matter still needs to be asked by the Pope, right? Mi Fei looked at the direction of the Revenant Pope.

Uh, well, the Revenant Pope is still being stuffed with a kite, and if you want to get out, don't think about it for now.

"By the way, such a big magic, their magicians must have exhausted their magic power, now even if they want to use ordinary magic, they have to calculate the magic power to slowly cast, if they want to use powerful magic, it is definitely impossible, as for the three major magic techniques, then don't be delusional, without the three magic skills, it is unlikely that they want to cause trouble!" Mi Fei's eyes suddenly lit up, and he suddenly thought about it.

With such thoughts, Mi Fei suddenly felt short of breath, taking advantage of this great opportunity, he must firmly grasp it, as long as he can make good use of the great opportunity of the opponent's magician without magic suppression, he will be able to achieve excellent results.

Thinking so in his heart, Mi Fei suddenly had no idea of asking for help from the Temple of Destruction, as for the thousand-meter gap in front of him, he was directly ignored by Mi Fei, and directly dispatched all the flying troops and began to transport the ground troops to the opposite mountain road.

In fact, this mountain road is only 20 meters, so even if the 200,000 troops of the Air Force bring one person to pass, it will be 200,000, and it is more than enough to block part of this mountain road.

And now the air force has also been able to use bows and arrows to suppress the Lost Temple, and it seems that the Lost Temple is at the foot of the mountain to rely on the Lost Gate to restrain all air strikes and magic attacks, but now their main air combat power is still on the top of the mountain, and it will take a little time to rush over now, but this time is enough to save the situation.

The army of the Temple of the Dead Soul rushed forward and collided with the army of the Lost Temple, and at this moment, the two sides officially entered the level of blade exchange.

The two sides continued to roar, roaring, each other is using the strongest moves to attack the enemy in front of them, in this hand-to-hand confrontation, there is no reservation, no one knows if they will die in the next moment, rushing to the front, I am afraid that the person who will die, leaving strength is useless.

Swords and guns collide with each other, people are constantly dying, and people are constantly rushing forward to take the place of their dead comrades, both sides are for the victory of their own religion, one by one are fanatical believers, for their own beliefs, can give their lives.

Between the two armies, people are constantly being killed, and even many are dead without corpses, the corpses are thrown on the ground at will, or thrown down the bottom of the mountain, at this moment, life is so fragile, life is so humble, the fangs of war devour one life after another, blood, stained the entire mountain road red, corpses, piled up at the foot of the mountain on both sides of the road, no one will care about their heroism before death, and no one will feel sorry for them.

Even if they are dead, what the living pay more attention to is not their comrades-in-arms who used to call them brothers and sisters but now throw their bodies at the bottom of the mountain, but the enemies who are still alive and hated in front of them.

War is indeed a place to temporarily abandon all irrelevant killing emotions, all the soldiers who have killed red-eyed, only the enemy standing in front of them in front of them, and the only thing that they remember in their hearts is to continue to kill.

The brutal battlefield is like a purgatory of death, and bloodshed and death are the only melodies here. Here, you can rejuvenate the blood of life and death with the enemy in the hearts of all warriors, until that blood slowly cools down, and even the life is frozen.

They have even abandoned what their purpose of this war is, maybe their leader has been killed, but they instinctively drive themselves to keep killing the enemy, keep advancing, and for no reason, keep moving forward.