The overwhelming torrent of magic staggered in the air, and the dazzling light of the magic explosion made it almost impossible to open your eyes.

The three thousand great magicians are all group magic, but the number of middle-level and high-level undead creatures in the army of the undead is as high as tens or even millions, of which there are at least hundreds of thousands of magic-type undead creatures.

If it weren't for the fact that the high-level undead creatures had greatly reduced their strength at this time because of the fading of the dark canopy, and the attacks were chaotic and completely levelless, just this overwhelming wave of magic torrents would be enough to make everyone look good. The people chose to stand still last night, and at this time they finally showed the advantage, if there was no daylight punishment at night, I was afraid that there would be huge casualties if there was only one photo.

The light of the Nine Dragons Flame Wall Enchantment and the Light Guardian Barrier had already been brightened to the extreme, and the black pressure that fell on the head was a cursed magic, the undead ghosts that pounced on them with teeth and claws, the sinister fire spell, etc., fell on the Light Guardian Enchantment, and suddenly let out a tooth-souring sound and miserable screams, and then all evaporated by the thin waves of fire on the surface of the Nine Dragons Flame Wall Enchantment.

The aftermath of the magical martyrdom shattered the skeleton warriors on the ground into stubble, and countless high-level undead creatures turned into ashes in a terrible wail.

This wave of majestic magic collision was immediately followed by a wave of magic frenzy that was less numerous, but even more powerful.

Thirteen mentor-level magics, thirty-two instructor-level magics, and the powerful magic emitted by dozens of super-level undead creatures suddenly burst out in mid-air with brilliant brilliance, like a tsunami of incomparable infinite coercion, rolling and rumbling in all directions.

Countless ghosts and resentful spirits let out terrible and terrifying screams under the frenzy of magic, and their souls were shattered by the aftermath of the magic explosion, or they were torn apart by the chaotic flow of air like knives, and completely disappeared between heaven and earth.

The frenzied air currents swept in countless broken white bone stubbles, beating the Light Guardian Enchantment, the Nine Dragons Flame Wall Enchantment, and the Natural Wilderness Enchantment into a thunderbolt, and the light on the enchantment flickered and dimmed, and it seemed as if it could collapse and shatter at any time.

Even the human powerhouses who had already rushed over were also shocked by the aftermath, except for the thirty Sword Saint powerhouses, they were also able to unleash an incomparable fighting slash, sweeping the undead creatures around them into a pile of broken bones, and everyone else was already forced to protect themselves. Dozens of Templars who had been blessed with séance were unlucky enough to be at the heart of the magic collision, and they were directly swept away by the violent air current, and disappeared from people's sight in an instant.

In the aftermath of such an earth-shattering magic collision, the difference in strength will be infinitely magnified, and if it is not good, it will be the end of death without a place to be buried.

Within a radius of dozens of miles, the ground suddenly became clean and slippery by a violent hurricane, all obstacles were blown away, and even boulders several people high were swept into the sky, twisted and shattered by the chaotic air current.

Whether it was a dead tree standing alone in the wasteland, or a humble grass creeping on the ground, they were all uprooted. The desolate wilderness has become even more desolate, and nothing has grown in the veritable name of the country.

Sanctuary mages Boniface and Stephen the Pope were still unhurriedly holding spells to summon magic and magic, unswayed by the sight of natural disasters.

Without any pause, before the aftermath of the first wave of magic frenzy had passed, everyone began to prepare for the second magic at the same time, and the magic tide that shattered the sky once again surging and surging in the sky.

In such a super magic duel, neither side can think about whether they will be injured by mistake, and all everyone can do is do their best to throw powerful magic into the enemy's head.

All the strong or undead creatures in the aftermath of the magic collision can only resist with their own strength, if their strength is not good, of course, they can only be blown away by the rain and wind, and the dozens of Templars who have not yet fought with the undead and were blown away by the aftermath of the magic collision are the best examples.

The earth-shattering magical frenzy collided three times, each time leaving millions of undead creatures torn apart by the aftermath of the magic.

Sanctuary mage Boniface's Holy Order magic was finally completed, and the crystal magic scepter in his hand was lightly clicked, and a fiery red tornado only the thickness of his thumb flew out from the tip of the magic wand. Although the tornado is small, it contains terrifying magical fluctuations, which only make people feel cold hairs and palpitations.

The fiery red tornado rotated rapidly, every time it rotated, it rose and thickened by one point, and by the time it swept into the undead camp, it had become a behemoth hundreds of meters high, and the huge whirlpool below was at least tens of meters in diameter, and the tornado was full of burning red flames, and bursts of amazing heat waves rolled out of the tornado.

This is a hybrid magic of wind and fire - wind and fire, a veritable holy order spell.

Swept by this tornado, whether it is the lowest-level skeletons, zombies, or high-level undead creatures such as black knights and lichs, they are all directly sucked into the tornado by the irresistible force, and in the end, they are either crushed by the raging air current, or burned into ashes by the raging fire, and there is not even a scum left.

In the blink of an eye, a tornado of raging waves of fire swept across a radius of several miles, and the terrible wails of countless undead creatures were terrifying to hear.

The power of the Holy Rank spell 'Wind and Fire' is really terrifying, and even the magic emitted by the two sides who are fighting is directly crushed once it hits the tornado with the rolling waves of fire, and it has no effect on the tornado.

If you want to intercept the Holy Rank spells, even a strong person like the Grand Magus must do your best. The super-level undead creatures present were at the highest level, which was the king level, and there was still a gap of 108,000 miles between them and the mages of the Holy Domain. Even if they can rely on their own strong strength to enter the tornado without dying, they are absolutely not capable of defeating the tornado.

The tornado unleashed by the Sanctuary mage Boniface is still raging wildly, and Stephen's magic against the Pope has finally been completed.

A second sun seemed to suddenly appear in the sky, and the dazzling holy light fell like raindrops, which was a super magic that even the cardinal could not control—the rain shone.

For the human powerhouse, the raindrop-like holy light not only does not have the slightest lethality, but can also make the wounds on the body heal quickly, even if they are not injured, they can feel a refreshing feeling of a clear spring flowing through the whole body.

But for all undead creatures, this little bit of holy light is a deadly poison, and its lethality is simply incomparable.

All high-level undead creatures of the ghost type that do not exist will be evaporated into gray and strange smoke in a terrible wail as long as they are contaminated with a little bit of holy light, and their souls will be scattered in an instant.

Even high-level undead creatures such as black knights and mummies with entities are constantly bubbling black gas out of their bodies, and it doesn't take long for them to shatter and become the residue of a place.

This magic technique is also unable to intercept or defeat, and all undead creatures can only resist with their own strength, and the Pope's handwriting is really extraordinary.

The army of the undead who was able to fight against three thousand great magicians, as well as dozens of great magicians and great magicians, was overwhelmed in the blink of an eye. Whether it is a low-level undead such as zombies and skeletons, or a powerful high-level undead, under the double strangulation of the tornado of the rolling waves of fire and the Ganlin of the undead nemesis, there is only one end of annihilation.

Without the magic interception of hundreds of thousands of high-level undead, the three thousand great magicians could finally show their skills, and the three thousand groups covered the magic and thundered down, and the crowded undead creatures suddenly fell in pieces, turning into crumbling white bone stubble all over the place.

The thirteen archmages and thirty-two archmages also targeted their attacks on the super-level undead creatures in the distance who were surrounded by a large number of subordinates.

More than fifty super-level undead creatures had already gathered together, and their vicinity was still covered by a pitch-black dark canopy, and the many high-level undead creatures gathered here were also the most powerful.

Gan Lin is full of magic and wind and fire magic, and he keeps harvesting different levels of undead creatures frantically, but the number of undead is too huge, and it is undoubtedly a fool's dream to destroy all the undead by relying on two super magics.

In fact, up to this time, under the countless magic torrents, the number of undead creatures that have been destroyed by everyone has exceeded tens of millions, but compared to the terrifying number of the undead army, it is still only a drop in the bucket.

The flaming chariot moved slowly, and the overwhelming wave of magic blasted a corridor in the air for the chariot.

There is an unstoppable magic to open the way, and the four Beamon Behemoths are on a rampage all the way, with a series of ghostly high-level undead magic, and first come into contact with super-level undead creatures.

Boom Boom Boom ......

Eight super-large creatures collided together, making a huge noise like shaking mountains.

There is no shortage of large undead creatures among the super-rank undead creatures, and there are undead creatures that are larger than the Beamon Behemoth, and they do not lack the courage to face the Beamon Behemoth.

But obviously, the prestigious title of the King of Land Battles is not blown by a strong wind, and the Beamon Behemoth is simply a metalized fighting machine, even if it is a sharp and hard bone, it is impossible to beat the metal.

Therefore, the four large-scale super-level undead creatures who faced the Beamon Behemoth were pulled off half of their bodies in one of them, and countless white bone stubble flew all over the sky.

There are many high-level undead creatures on the ground, and they were directly crushed by the iron hooves of the Beamon giant beast, which is really fierce and limitless.

Thirty Sword Saint powerhouses also killed, and the incomparable Douqi slash swept through, and countless powerful or weak undead creatures were bombarded to the slag.

Then there are the thirty-one druid warriors who take the form of eagles, falling to the ground and transforming into all sorts of powerful monsters, including a mysterious dragon that spews out biting frost dragon breath from its mouth.

Immediately after that, the dragon Achilles, who spat out a huge pillar of fire, carried the dragon knight Avril to kill.

Four Blessed Knights, dozens of orc powerhouses, followed. There were only ten powerful dwarven warriors, the king of the hill, still walking on their short legs, and charging towards the place where the super-level undead creatures were gathered.

More than a hundred flaming chariots finally drove over slowly, and the battle had reached its most intense time, and the two sides no longer engaged in magic bombardment, but saw the red with bayonets and began to engage in hand-to-hand combat.

Many super-level undead creatures rose into the air and rushed towards the flame chariot.

The vast majority of super-level undead creatures are masters of hand-to-hand combat, they never know what pain is, as long as they don't die, they can continue to fight. Thirty Sword Masters and four Blessed Knights all consciously found their opponents and intercepted all the undead creatures that pounced on the flame chariot.

Thirty-one druid warriors, all of them surrounded a group of super-level undead creatures in twos and threes, only Alexander, the druid patriarch who incarnated as a misty frost dragon, alone resisted a lord-level undead creature, and his strength was so strong that it was eye-catching, worthy of the title of a child of nature.

With many powerful warriors as meat shields and triple barrier protection, the mages on the Flame Chariot can unscrupulously use far beyond magic to beat up fifty super-level undead creatures.

In terms of high-end power, it is always the human side that occupies an absolute advantage, and in this level of war, quantity can never replace quality.

Stephen's pope and many priests of the Holy See were the most eye-catching, and the magic of light was constantly sown like money. Although it is not on the home of the Supreme Holy Mountain, the Pope's 'God Say' magic has been greatly reduced, but against the undead creatures, the 'God Said' still has extraordinary power.

Thousands of Golden Crows have long been blown by the aftermath of magic and don't know where they go, but although they are small, they are all genuine high-level magical beasts, with rough skin and thick flesh, so they shouldn't be so easy to hang up.

There is only one king of the golden crow, who is still fighting the undead creatures unrelentingly. A king-level undead creature that had just rushed to the front had already been tortured to death by the King of the Golden Hew, and what it was looking for at this time was actually a king-level undead creature.

The dazzling light of the King of the Golden Heel Crow skyrocketed, so that the king-level undead creatures did not even dare to approach, and because they were bathed in the sun, they could absorb the sun's light energy all the time, and the laser rays were soaring as if they didn't want money, which was really fierce to the extreme.