"Fuck you, stop shooting arrows into my eyes!"

The dust from the ruins was thick in the fierce battle, and it was like a fog, enveloping the ruins of the tavern. Each roar of the Red Tank was accompanied by a deafening roar that seemed to shake the entire wasteland.

His voice was like thunder, stirring the air and spreading through the canyon.

At the same time, Clint's arrows split through the air in the dust, leaving behind a sharp sound of breaking wind. Arrows weaved through the ruins like lightning, sometimes flickering tips through the dust, sometimes disappearing into the gray mist.

His archery is accurate and deadly, and each arrow he releases seems to have a precision beyond common sense.

After discovering that his arrows didn't work on Red Tank's hard skin, he immediately changed his mind and aimed the bull's-eye at the weak spots on Red Tank's body, such as his eyes and between his legs

"Ahh

The figure of the red tank, stuck in the eye socket by an arrow, roared and writhed through the ruins, its huge fist like a raging storm, and every swing set off a raging wave. Dust flew everywhere under his impact, making it difficult to see where he and Clint were.

Although the ruins are filled with chaotic battlefield scenes, there is a wonderful beauty in them. The roar of the Red Tank mingles with the sound of Clint's arrows to form a rousing symphony.

The white night looked down from the sky, feeling the energy fluctuations that permeated the ruins.

Clint Patton won't be a match for the Red Tank, and he knows that, as do the two people who are fighting below.

Although Red Tank seemed to be furious, rampaging through the canyon like a real tank, he always inadvertently raised his head to look at himself in the air, obviously guarded.

Hawkeye didn't try to kill the big, thick-skinned man all at once, he seemed to know he couldn't, so he just kept going around in circles among the ruins.

The current scene is not so much martial arts as dance.

And he is the only audience.

Bai Ye touched his chin and thought for a moment, then took a deep breath and waved the staff of Vatum in his hand, releasing a streamer. This energy pierced through the dust mist and pointed straight at the battlefield in the ruins.

"Come back, Clint!"

Clint heard the call of the white night, and without hesitation, he turned around and fired a specially made hook arrow.

With a snap, the arrow landed pinpointingly into the nearby cliff, and Clint quickly soared into the air with his hook, avoiding the onslaught of the red tank behind him.

The red tank swooped into the air, its massive body leaving a blurry figure in the air, and he could only roar as he watched the gray-haired old archer walk away from him.

The eagle eye grabbed at the cliff and looked up at the man in the sky and shouted, "What next?" He's thick-skinned, so much so he needs me to call the Thunder Warriors over? ”

As he spoke, he pulled out a communicator from his pocket and prepared to dial it.

White Night shook her head at him and motioned for him to stop. He looked at the Red Tank with a determined gaze, and then said to Clint, "No need, I'll take care of it." ”

"There was once an old man with white hair as you who said that you should defeat magic with magic."

He smiled and waved the staff of Vatum in his hand in mid-air, his movements filled with the sense of ancient magical rituals. With his swing, the Staff of Vatum emitted a faint yellow glow, forming a beautiful and mysterious trail.

The drive and manipulation of the staff of Vatum does not require much foundation, and the artifacts that these demon gods specially throw out to play with take into account people who don't know magic, so the threshold for use is very low.

And as time passed, except for the demon gods like Setolak, who had nothing to do in their crimson universe, many of the demon gods who participated in the competition at the beginning almost forgot that there was such a thing.

Between thoughts, Bai Ye's movements became more and more proficient, and there was a mysterious atmosphere in the air, as if the entire canyon was swept up in his movements.

With his swing, the magical energy released by the Staff of Vatum gradually gathered in midair, forming a powerful yellow storm. The storm swirled and let out a low roar, and the heavens and the earth changed color.

"This storm! You also said that you have nothing to do with Vatum! ”

The red tank struggled to move forward in the storm, and he only felt a strong sense of oppression at this time, as if the whole heaven and earth were exerting great force on him. His charge was stopped by the Yellow Storm, and no matter how hard he tried, it was as if he was struggling in a bottomless quagmire.

As a red tank, he can indeed be literally "unstoppable" after ramming, but this brute force is often blocked by all kinds of slippery things.

Electricity flickered around him, forming an impenetrable barrier. Each time the Red Tank tried to break through the barrier of light, it was met with even stronger resistance, and the power contained in the storm was about to crush him.

Red Tank's form loomed in the yellow storm as he struggled to stay on his feet, but he was small and powerless in the face of this mysterious force. The pressure released by the Yellow Storm made him feel breathless, and the whole world was exerting great pressure on him.

White Night levitates in mid-air and raises the Staff of Vatum alof.

As he moved, the entire Yellow Storm began to grow more violent. The Wind Blade cut deep scars into Red Tank's hard skin like a sharp sword, and blood splattered out. The roar of the Red Tank became louder in the storm, but it was swallowed up by the wind.

Bai Ye's expression was still calm, he was silently mobilizing the power of the Watum Staff, mastering the full rhythm of this storm. The Wind Blade writhed in the air, spinning like a yellow tornado, trapping the Red Tank in it, making it difficult for him to get out.

Clint stood on the cliff and watched this scene, revealing a look of amazement.

His involvement was no longer needed in this battle, as White Night was engaged in an extraordinary duel with the Red Tank with his incredible strength.

Magic, intimidating.

"No, no."

As the scars on his body mounted, Red Tank's skin emitted a faint red light, like a faint flame flickering in the dark night. His originally tall and mighty figure began to become a little sluggish, and his original abundant strength seemed to be passing away little by little.

Red Tank struggled, but the Yellow Storm continued to invade, binding him to death, preventing him from having a chance to breathe.

The red light faded, and the loss of strength made him more and more tired. His massive body gradually lost its former majesty under the pressure of the Yellow Storm.

His low roar echoed through the canyon, like a wounded beast cornered by hunters, in its final struggle.

Thank you for the reward from Wu Huaxia

(End of chapter)