Bourman's raised hands sprinkled the glowing powder.

This made his body lighter and more transparent, as if he had become a creature from the spirit world, which was difficult for normal people to see.

In the blink of an eye, the "Devil Wizard" disappeared in place.

Lumian did not try to stop or avoid a possible attack, and did not hurry to take out the "torture" gloves with iron black spikes from the "traveler's bag" and put them on his hands.

As soon as he finished this, he squatted down on one knee and pressed his hands to the ground.

The crimson flames spread in all directions around Lumian's body, interspersed with massive explosions.

In the rumbling sound, the waves of fire rolled, dominating this windy barren land dominated by gray and black, and the figure of Bourman, dressed in a black robe and hood, was revealed in mid-air.

He was slowly flying towards Lumian, closing the gap between the two sides.

Lumian's figure vanished suddenly, silhouetted behind Bourman.

"Spiritual Shuttle"!

Immediately after, Lumian, who was holding a ball of red and near-white fireball in his left hand, snorted.

Two white rays of light erupted from his nose and landed on Bourman's body.

Floating in mid-air, Bourman didn't pass out directly like last time, his body shook for a while, and he forcibly turned around, looking at Lumian who was falling to the ground and on fire.

In the center of his eyebrows, the illusory vertical eyes of deep purple and almost black stood out, and the figure of Lumian was reflected in the pale patterns.

Almost at the same time, a tall and thin black shadow emerged from the inside of Bourman's body, and not far away, arms made of white bone or rotting pus poked out of the void, surrounding the transparent and thin Bourman figure.

He had just used sorcery not to stealthily approach Lumian and attack the other party, but to quietly exchange his own spirit with the driven necromancy, so as to set a trap and induce the enemy to attack his body with that strange spell.

In this case, the absence of a spirit of its own means that it will not be affected by the ability to target the spirit!

Bulman will then be able to seize the opportunity to use the Voyeur's Eye to scare his enemies and create opportunities for the driven Necromancy.

This time, he will no longer be able to delve into the secrets of the opponent's spirits, but will find out the weaknesses, kill them with one blow, and absorb the corresponding occult knowledge!

He suffered a big loss from the "Hum Ha Technique" last night, and he used this ability as a breakthrough from the beginning.

In an instant, Bourman's spirit had once again exchanged with the tall and thin black shadow and returned to his body.

With this act, Lumian once again had the feeling of being intimidated, suppressed, frozen, and around him, the horrible arms of ulcerative sarcoma or eyed reached out of the void and grabbed at his body.

At that moment, the red, near-white fireball that Lumian was holding in his left hand exploded.

Bang!

Most of the force of the explosion was blocked by the "torture" gloves, but it was not a full-coverage glove, and the exposed part of Lumian's left palm was blurred with flesh and blood.

A sharp, familiar pain pierced his brain, his spirit, and briefly rejuvenated him from the shock of his suppression.

Seizing the moment of sobriety, Lumian once again activated the black mark on his right shoulder, and disappeared above the sea of fire, disappearing into the strangely shaped necromantic arms that stretched out from the void.

He was also wary of the shock of Bourman's illusory eye.

The crimson and near-white fireball he held in his left hand belonged to the kind with a very unstable structure, and he had to be distracted from time to time to maintain his normal state, and when he was affected by the illusory eye and could no longer maintain it, the structure naturally disintegrated, and the fireball exploded, waking him up with self-damage.

If this still didn't interrupt the shock of the "Illusory Eye", the sea of fire below was Lumian's second preparation, and the residual breath of the "Blood Emperor" in his right hand belonged to the last insurance.

As soon as Lumian's figure disappeared, he was once again behind Bourman.

As if prepared, Bourman jerked his hands back, spilling some kind of wood-ground powder.

With a crackling sound, clouds of silver-white lightning fell on Lumian's head, like the Lord of the Storm raining down divine punishment from the sky.

For most of the extraordinary, it was enough to paralyze and tremble, but Lumian's figure showed no similar signs, instead like a reflection in the water, shattered by the wrath of lightning.

The real Lumian was actually curled up at the bottom of the figure, and it was the phantom he created with the "Face of Nisser" that Bulman had just slashed!

The "Face of Nisser" is essentially an illusion, but it cannot be used on other people or other objects, and must rely on itself, so Lumian pretends that he is a root system, and the branches and flowers above him belong to the derived illusion.

This is not fundamentally different from using the "Nisser face" to make yourself look taller and stronger.

In the crackling lightning, the falling Lumian condensed two red fireballs on the soles of his feet and behind his back.

Thundered!

The fireball exploded, lifting him up and throwing him at the floating Bourman.

The other party was extremely fast and close to each other, and Bourman had no time to dodge, so he could only turn his body slightly, and a spear made of white bone grew from his shoulder, and the tip of the spear was extremely sharp.

Lumian had a smile on his face, and he didn't dodge, allowing the bone spear to penetrate his right chest.

With a pop, he swung his left fist and hit the side of Bourman's face, causing the "devil wizard" to tilt his head, and deep blood-stained pus holes appeared on his face, which made the other party's eyes surging with anger, as if he saw the enemy who killed his wife!

The black mark on Lumien's right shoulder lit up again.

His figure vanished past Bourman, among the tall, emaciated shadows and other undead creatures that surrounded him, leaving behind the white spear of burning bones stained with his blood.

This time, the place where Lumian appeared was a few dozen meters away, on the edge of that sea of fire.

The wound on his right chest was hideous, blood was dripping, and there was a dark red black bone flute with a hole in his hand.

"Hate the Movement"!

Lumian brought the bone flute to his lips and pulled out a sad melody as he stepped back.

Turning the Illusory Eye again, Bourman, who was about to chase after him, froze, and even the necromancers stiffened.

Suddenly, blood and pus flowed from Bourman's eyes, nose, mouth, ears, and other places, and there seemed to be a dull and invisible explosion taking place in his body.

His anger, paranoia, and desire for revenge are detonated by the "Hate Movement."

This devastated him.

Lumian didn't play the "Hate Movement" at the beginning because, unlike other extraordinaires, the others had to find out where the problems were, and he had too many problems:

His mental state is very unstable; His psychological problems were extremely severe; His desire to resurrect his wife and to seek revenge on the archipelago crook was grossly excessive; His body has undergone the transformation of the "Grim Reaper" realm, and he was seriously injured by Lumian's blow last night, and there are many hidden dangers.....

In the face of this kind of enemy, Lumian himself does not know what will happen if he blows the "hatred movement" in the way of playing the shepherd's flute, if it is just to detonate desires and emotions, then it is okay, if Bourman's mental state is lost even the most basic constraints, then this "devil wizard" is likely to lose control on the spot and become a monster with mixed abilities.

There's a good chance that such a monster will be more difficult to deal with than Bourman!

Therefore, after the "Hum Ha Technique" failed to achieve results, Lumian immediately switched to "Torture" gloves to ignite the corresponding desires and emotions of Bourman, so that when he used "Hate Movement" in the future, it was likely to detonate the target's emotions and desires, causing him to suffer heavy damage.

Looking at Bourman, who was in a state of explosion of emotions and desires, falling straight into the sea of fire, Lumian was another "spiritual shuttle" and flashed in front of the other party.

Bang bang bang!

He spread his arms and bombarded in a series of blasts, constantly hitting Bourman's body.

On the surface of his fists that were "tortured", the red and almost white fireballs were compressing layer by layer.

Bang bang bang, "torture" is like a two-headed python, constantly tearing off pieces of flesh from Bourman's body surface.

Thundered!

Around Lumien, clusters of crimson fireballs exploded in a gesture that was not afraid of waste, keeping the necromantic spirits such as tall and thin black shadows and strange arms out and preventing them from interfering with him.

One punch, two punches, three punches, and his eyes were full of flesh and blood.

At this moment, he thought of the villages destroyed by Burman, and of the innocent people who died because of him.

How many of them are other people's beloved wives, waiting husbands, dependent parents, and children in the palm of their hands?

The village of Cordu was destroyed by the ambitions of the evil gods, and what were the innocents for?

Lumian's eyes grew red, and he swung his fist harder and harder.

This time, instead of Bourman, he took the place of the villages he destroyed and the innocents he killed.

Wasn't that the original village of Koldu?

The ambitions of those evil gods are to blame!

In a matter of seconds, Bourman, in severe pain, came to his senses, and a strange cold and incomprehensible voice came out of his throat.

The sound seemed to completely strip Lumian of his flesh, exposing his spirit to dangerous sunlight and grayish gravel.

Lumian's movements were sluggish, and the strangely shaped arms finally reached in and dragged Bourman out of the area.

Call...... Lumian let out a sigh and recovered.

He didn't chase after him, he quietly looked at the void in front of him, raised his right hand, and snapped his fingers.

Thundered!

In the sudden burst of fierce fire, Bourman's body emerged, torn apart by the explosion inside.

"Inject fire"!

"Shot" of the "Hunter"!

Lumian was actually irrational just now, his best choice should be to take advantage of Bulman's emotions and desires to be detonated, and directly attack his vital point with "Hate Movement", killing him with one blow, but he wants to beat him, punch him, and beat the "self" who made him scared and hid in the dark in his heart!

Plopped, and Bourman's head fell to the ground.

In a trance, he saw a slender figure, with black hair and blue eyes, and a delicate face.

It was his wife, Helen.

You, you're back? Bourman couldn't help but smile and wanted to stretch out his arm.

He had no arms.

He gradually lost consciousness, and it was dark in front of him, as if there was sunlight hidden in the depths.

"The Devil Wizard" Bourman, death.