“！”

Clark was in a state of revenance, and a strong fear haunted him, and he turned and ran.

Behind him, Fang Bai leaped forward, and in mid-air, the dragon wings with a wingspan of more than ten meters stretched out and flapped slowly.

The surface of the dragon's wings, which are like metallic films, is covered with fine dragon scales, and the wind blows when it slowly flickers.

Spell auras flickered on the armor and dragon wings.

Finally, Fang Bai stopped in mid-air.

Looking at Clarke, who was moving away at great speed, Fang Bai was not in a hurry at all, and gently flicked the roulette, and a few more parts appeared in the dragon wings behind him.

The dragon wings were folded and fixed, and with the two new jets on the dragon wings, Fang Bai's falling momentum stopped, and he instantly crossed the sky at extreme speed.

Burst! Burst!

In just a few moments, Clark reached out.

Feeling Fang Bai getting closer and closer behind him, a thick fear lingered in his heart.

"No, no. Nope."

Clark yelled uncontrollably, his eyes red, and at this time, he couldn't help but recall Quincy's words and many dissuasions, and a wave of remorse welled up in his heart.

Thinking of Quincy, Clark turned around and flew in Quincy's direction.

"Quincy, Quincy, Save"

Poof!

Clark looked down at the tip of the gun that popped out of his chest.

The tip of the spear was covered with fine dragon scales, which were difficult to see with the naked eye, but after piercing into the flesh, they instantly became natural barbs, scraping Clark's flesh and blood.

"Me."

Clark said the last word with blood in his mouth, and before he could speak, the tip of the gun trembled.

Boom!

Terror is poured out!

Clark's body exploded into a mist of blood, leaving not a single fingernail-sized shard.

The remaining spiritual power didn't have time to fade away with the wind, and it was enveloped in an illusory flame.

With a terrifying wail, Clark was completely erased from the world.

Immediately, the flames ignited the blood mist, extinguishing it all.

In the process, Fang Bai found that this flame was unexpectedly useful.

Whether it is defending against Clark's mental attack before, burning his spirit, or burning the remnants of his spirit and destroying corpses now, it is quite useful.

"This flame is the main body of the Meditation Method, and it is going to grow stronger in a steady stream, and it will become stronger as the spiritual power realm becomes stronger, and it will never fall behind.

Now it seems that the potential of this flame is quite large, and I can dig deeper.

For example, create defensive counterattack spells, and create spells that double attack both mental and physical attacks."

Fang Bai pondered about it, feeling that it had a very high development potential and a high level of practicality for spiritual attack and defense.

"Sure enough, proper practice is not a bad thing for research.

Practice is really knowing, even weapons have to be tested in actual combat, let alone me. ”

Fang Bai stretched out his hand to finish the robe that Clark had dropped, his spiritual power swept away, and his brows suddenly furrowed.

"Why are you so poor?"

Fang Bai saw that there was nothing in this robe except for the remnants of crystal powder and other spell casting materials.

No notes, no cheats, not even a spell book.

The dignified elite-level mage didn't bring anything valuable when he went out, only a little spell-casting material.

There weren't many materials left for this kind of arrangement of magic circles, and recalling the magic circle that had just attacked him, Fang Bai was slightly silent.

"You're damned."

Fang Bai sighed, checked the black robe, and found that this golden-veined black robe was an extraordinary piece of equipment, which had the effect of calming the mind, hiding the aura, and strengthening the spiritual power, in addition to several shield spells.

Only then did Fang Bai be appeased slightly, and it was this black robe that smashed a hole the size of a head.

Most of the upper circle has been destroyed.

Well, Fang Bai did it himself.

Fang Bai was slightly silent, recalling the direction in which Clark had fled just now, and recalling what he had shouted just now.

"Quincy, huh?"

The dragon wings behind Fang Bai folded again, and the whole person shot out, and the spiritual power expanded overwhelmingly.

A pain in his mind made Fang Bai's brows furrow slightly, and then he continued to pull the net to scan in a high-speed flying manner.

On the other side, Quincy, who had already been transferred, looked at Fang Bai flying in the sky from the corner of his eye, and when he found that Fang Bai's gaze swept over, he instantly closed his eyes, secretly frightened.

"What a keen perception!"

The mages behind him looked at the movement over there at this moment, patted their chests with palpitations, and then looked at Quincy with no more ridicule in their eyes, only admiration and gratitude!

Last night, as soon as Clark left, Quincy forcibly took them to transfer, and they had a good opinion at the time, but they had to be forced to move with them.

But deep down, he still scolded Quincy.

Can now?

Some are just afraid, and some are just grateful and admired.

What are you afraid of?

It is clearly perceptive, sober, and highly forward-looking.

"Let's go, we can't stay here, we have to leave now!"

Quincy immediately said aloud, and the others didn't bother at all when they heard this, and nodded again and again.

"Okay, okay, let's go."

"Deacon, where are you going?"

"Don't talk about it, Lord Deacon, let's talk as we go?"

Looking at the extremely cooperative and unusually active mages, Quincy nodded.

"Let's go, go this way."

After a while, Quincy led the people to slip away.

Fang Bai withdrew his gaze suspiciously, there seemed to be a gaze over there, but it seemed to be an illusion.

Illusion?

Fang Bai doesn't believe in illusions!

Fang Bai immediately shot out, and during the mental power scanning, his brain throbbed for a while, and there was not much energy left for the engine in the belt.

However, Fang Bai didn't care, endured the pain, and searched the area carefully, but he didn't find anything.

Frowning slightly, seeing that the energy of the engine in the belt was about to run out, he immediately landed, and the dragon-patterned steel plate folded on his calf spread out and fell to the ground.

Da! Da! Da! Da!

After several blessings of accumulation, Fang Bai shuttled between the mountains and forests at great speed.

The distance that flies in a straight line in the air requires detours, turnbacks, through forests, and over hillsides from time to time in the mountains and forests, and the efficiency of rushing is extremely slow.

It took Fang Bai a long time to return to the scope of the deposit.

After entering the scope of the deposit, Fang Bai jumped up again, and the dragon wings behind him stretched, slowly rising into the air in the wind, and then shot out.

Flying in a straight line, he returned to the range of Tiangong Pavilion in just a few blinks, looking at the player who was in the dark, Fang Bai slowed down, and just stopped when he came to the player.

The thrusters dissipated, and the dragon's wings stretched out and slowly fanned.

In the howling wind, Fang Bai descended at an extremely slow speed.

The clothes on the player's body below are hunting, and the skin on the face is blown into folds, spontaneously vacating a circular space.

The height decreases little by little, and finally the toes are on the ground, the soles of the feet touch the bottom gently, and the energy is just exhausted.

The dragon wings were retracted and dispersed, and Fang Bai, who was wearing dark red slim armor, stepped forward with dragon pattern combat boots, and as he walked, the armor turned into dark red particles and drifted away with the wind.

(End of chapter)