The tremors began, and the entire labyrinth city shook. Waves of magic swept through the entire secret realm, and all the monsters began to go berserk, and all the ruined buildings began to grow and twist like living creatures. The shattered window frames lit up a faint blue flame, as if eyes were flickering. The pillars that supported the collapsed walls were now dancing in the air like withered arms. The dilapidated houses were now living creatures, pulling themselves out of the dirt and beating up all the living creatures that weren't the rags

Originally, most of the adventurers couldn't see many goblins dangling in front of their eyes, but as soon as these dilapidated houses went crazy, the goblins suddenly appeared like cockroaches in large numbers - every goblin seen means that there are a thousand goblins in the invisible place, "There are at least ten days left before the magic riot!" said more than one adventurer who had broken into this secret realm, and even His Excellency the Earl, who had already killed the three minotaurs, was grunting and complaining. He had just smashed a dilapidated two-story building into a pile of palm-sized pieces of rubble and wood, and for this he had kicked up a cloud of dust, and if he hadn't wasted his fighting energy to protect his body, Bacheng would have turned into a gray bald head.

And the elite of the union who were playing with the two giants had already begun to curse their mothers, and the giants who had gone crazy under the tide of magic exerted their terrifying combat power, the earth shook violently, and the mace smashed one round pit after another on the ground - of course, the houses here were not activated, because they were all smashed into powder by the power of the giants. The cyclops also began to exert its natural abilities, and the magic began to condense in its hands, and then turned into a huge stone that was thrown by the giant. This also prevents the mages from being able to distance themselves and slowly consume the giants with their magic, forcing them to spend more of their mana on defense and casting enhancement spells to improve their agility and reflexes and those of their teammates.

Pavlov was now in a state where he didn't have any thoughts, and his whole body and mind were focused on the giant in front of him, but not for attacking, but for dodging. The power of the giant under the tide of magic is simply terrifying, if he accidentally eats it, he will definitely be smashed, even the wind that is passing now has a good lethality - now the magic chain armor on his body has now activated the effect of reducing damage several times, if it is not for the tide of magic power, it also has a strong corrective effect on the recovery speed of magic equipment, it is estimated that his magic chain armor has lost its effect at this time.

Of course, Mendeleev and the two of them have also been strengthened by the tide of magic power, although the power enhancement is limited - after all, this is the magic of a silver-level magician, just the magic used, but in terms of the recovery speed of the magic power, the magicians have also reached a very fast speed, at least if you simply use a magic missile that consumes less magic power, it basically reaches the point where after firing one, the magic power of the next one has been replenished when chanting. But this qiē was of no use against the giants who had been raised to the highest level of silver by the tide of magic.

Zhou Zhongmou didn't know about this, but after listening to Misha's introduction to the power of magicians, he felt that this world was really simple and robust, "It seems that there is a lot to be done as a foot man!" After finally listening and asking for advice to appease Misha, who was a little angry, Zhou Zhongmou thought that the combat power that the magicians in this world can exert is indeed not small, and when they are at the low level, their fighting methods are colorful and there is no pressure to crush the warriors of the same level, but when they reach the silver level, the fighters who continuously burst out of fighting spirit and strengthen their bodies are no longer the same as before in fighting against magicians. The magicians can only be half open to the warriors of the same level at this stage, of course, if the magicians are allowed to prepare calmly, the warriors will probably still be bad. As for entering the gold level, Misha didn't know much about this, and she didn't know who was stronger in the confrontation between a magician and a warrior at that level.

However, Zhou Zhongmou also has their troubles. The tide of magic also swept over this strange building, but this building was not activated - if Zhou Zhongmou knew this, then he would definitely deduce that this house was completely different. But he didn't know, so the only thing he could feel was a crazy surge of magic, causing the original structure of the house to collapse. This saved Zhou Zhongmou and them, and the three-dimensional illusion labyrinth that had been tightly structured and free of opportunistic tricks was suddenly restored to its original appearance - and Zhou Zhongmou and Misha realized that they were actually only a few steps away from the door of the hall.

After escaping the strange house as quickly as they could, they turned back to find that the place that was supposed to be a huge baroque building and the garden fountain attached to it was empty, except for the monsters that had been animated by the ruins of the dilapidated little house that they had pulled out with a roar. At this time, Zhou Zhongmou also felt a strange itch coming out of his bones, which was not a feeling that could be solved by tickling at all. This kind of itching made Zhou Zhongmou want to peel off his skin, then cut the muscles, and finally scald it into the bones with boiling water to be more comfortable. Zhou Zhongmou was still wearing chain mail, even if he wanted to scratch his fingers fiercely, he could only scratch his arm for a while, and the speed of the itch was extremely fast, and when Zhou Zhongmou snorted, he rolled wildly on the ground.

On his body, black bristles continued to grow, and his skin was cracking—but the pain made Zhou Zhongmou feel extremely comfortable. The blood flowing from the cracked skin wound quickly coagulated, and the blood scars were pasted on his body, and even the face had such cracks and blood scars, Misha was stunned at all, she didn't know what to do at all, the healing spells in magic were not something she could know as a primary apprentice, so in the end, she could only struggle to clean Zhou Zhongmou's "wounds" with the water in the water bag.

The bristles did not stop growing, but they were covered with blood and formed hard blood scars, and the red muscles under the broken skin were always expanding, but they also appeared to be torn from time to time, and the viscous blood also quickly clotted at the wound. And the real itch occurred - Zhou Zhongmou's bones also began to rupture longitudinally, the white bone marrow mixed with red blood and pale yellow tissue fluid slowly flowed out and gradually coagulated, just looking at the appearance, Zhou Zhongmou is like a sack with too many things in tatters, looking like it is about to hang up.

Finally, with a low "bang" sound of air leakage explosion, Zhou Zhongmou's stomach cracked, and the sewer inside rolled to the ground with a snort, of course, accompanied by blood, Misha had no choice, she could only retreat to the side, looking at the ball of flesh on the ground sadly, tears couldn't stop flowing from her beautiful eyes. But Misha didn't notice that the bloody human body that she thought was hopeless was still breathing, and it was breathing more and more vigorously!