The next day flew by.

The third day was fleeting.

For three days and three nights since they were teleported, the original game of cat and mouse was repeated between Midi and Wiseman.

For three days, Midi slept for less than six hours, most of the time on the run, the rest of the time fighting and bandaging wounds, or searching for water. If it weren't for the twenty years of experience as an adventurer who was reborn, he was at ease in the jungle, and his efficiency and speed far surpassed that of the female ghost swordsmen, and under such an intense pursuit, Midi would have died a long time ago.

It's just that Wiseman's tracking spell that senses soul fluctuations, coupled with the endless physical strength and powerful recovery power of the female ghost swords, has always been like a maggot on the tarsal bones, biting tightly behind Midi's back.

At best, Midi had only been an hour's way away, and then she was chased after her again, and then several new wounds were added.

Another night of fierce fighting.

With the crisp sound of birds and the cold winter wind, the dawn of the fourth day has finally arrived.

Looking at the wounds all over his body, feeling the exhaustion and trembling coming from his limbs, and licking his chapped lips, Midi felt like the end of a strong crossbow. Midi didn't know how far he could run, his hands could barely lift. Both mentally and physically, he has reached his limits.

But Wiseman was still behind, and in good spirits.

A three-day chase is probably as simple as going out to walk a dog for a level 45 necromancer. When he ordered the female ghost swords to constantly harass him, he himself slept well every night, and there were some contract demons to serve, and there was no consumption at all, and every morning when he woke up, he was in a very good spirit.

As a result, Dawn became Midi's hardest time, and he had to face Wiseman's strongest firepower.

Today, with the current state of running out of oil and drying up, can you survive it?

Midi didn't know what to do. However, he wants to try. Instead of trying with the desperation of a desperate battle, we try with the hope of protecting the future and challenge this difficult fate with all our hearts.

After a short while, the three tireless female ghost swords will search the area where they are, before that, Midi does not plan to escape, and he has no extra strength to escape, so he simply closes his eyes, his heart is like water, he evens out his breath, and seizes the time to rest and recuperate, and fights in the best state he can achieve.

And then grasp the glimmer of life that is slim but does exist.

But this time, he closed his eyes and took a short, deep breath when he found himself suddenly in a fantasy from which he could not break free.

Beneath his feet was an endless abyss with no bottom in sight, spewing pure black flames with the smell of sulfur from above.

Overhead, there was an endless blue sky, pouring pure white ice chips with a holy breath down.

Light and shadow, ice and fire, white and black, the brilliance of the heavenly realm and the flames of the demon realm, two completely different forces devoured each other and annihilated each other in this world, it was as if the heavenly realm and the demon realm themselves had collided and merged together!

And in the place of light and darkness annihilation, there was a cold giant sword without a sheath.

The ghosts of Midi!

Compared to the initial embodiment when changing jobs, the sword of ghosts and gods at this moment has devoured the ghosts and magic of countless enemies in a series of battles, and it has changed dramatically. It became huge, countless intricate patterns appeared on the surface of the sword, and the cold aura continued to overflow from the outside, causing the air to freeze as well. And the cold light quenched from the blade of the sword makes people feel incomparably clear at a glance.

The sword remained motionless there, as if it were the center of the entire world.

And the next moment, as if awakened from a deep sleep, the Sword of the Ghost God suddenly let out a clear sound, and then began to vibrate violently!

After three days and three nights of escaping, the power in Midi's body has been completely emptied, reaching the limit, whether it is surging magic power, cold ghost energy, or the purest physical strength and energy, it has been reduced to the lowest point. It was precisely because of this that the tremor of the sword of the ghost god could not resist Midi's empty body at all, and could only accept it all.

But soon, Midi found that his body, which had reached the limit, was once again inspired by a new amount of power in this resonance.

Push the limits!

The magic began to surge again, the ghost qi began to erupt again, and the physical strength and energy were also recovering like crazy!

It's just that Midi can't control the power of this new life, and his will can only watch as everything is pulled and pulled in the resonance of the sword of the ghost god, and it continues to flow like an ocean current, and finally forms a huge whirlpool.

This vortex connects the light of the heavenly realm with the flames of the demon realm, like a mainstay standing between heaven and earth, making people look up in awe. Magic, ghostly energy, physical strength, spirit, and even the breath of Midi's soul were all crushed by this huge vortex, and then fused together.

The power of mysterious ghosts, the potential for super-level transfers, the fighting spirit inspired by the threat of death, the strong will to survive, the unwavering longing, and the desire to be reincarnated......

All of this, at this moment, in Midi's body, with this sword of ghosts and gods filled with chill as the core, merged into one.

The surging fluctuations kept repeating again and again, as if the breath of a giant beast was swallowing, and the whole space trembled in this rhythm. And with each breath, the different elements are crushed, filtered, washed, and refined.

In the clear sound of the sword and the surging fluctuations, even Midi's own will began to waver.

The whirlpool is like a black hole, absorbing all wills, smoothing out all the self, and only the purest force remains.

In an instant, Midi felt a tremendous pressure, as if dozens of peaks were pressing on her head. To suffocate him, to make him submit, to make him give up on himself.

However, how could the pressure of a few dozen peaks alone really make Midi lose herself?

He is a reborn man with twenty years of combat experience, who has tasted countless despairs and experienced death himself. And in this life, he has just made a heavy vow to challenge this bumpy fate. On his shoulders is not only his own fate, but also the fate of his beloved Fina and Alice, the glory of the Asrex family, and the future of thousands of people in his territory!

Since the Pure Force Vortex tried to bring Midi to its knees, Midi had only one response-

It's up to me to conquer you!

Midi's eyes lit up with determination, and in the next moment, he was like a meteor, throwing himself into the heart of the vortex without hesitation. The rapidly spinning eye of the wind suddenly froze as Midi rushed in, and then, madly spinning at a higher speed!

In an instant, this worldly realm, which was intertwined with light and shadow, light and darkness, rolled up a storm that destroyed everything.

And just as Midi was at this limit-breaking level, the time in the real world was also passing rapidly.

The three female ghost swords were tirelessly searching for Midi's location, and suddenly, they all raised their heads at the same time—a powerful force fluctuating in power was sweeping in, sending a chill down the sensitive female ghost swords. What puzzles them most is that the nature of this fluctuation is difficult to discern.

It is neither the most common magic power fluctuation, nor the pure Holy Light Pulsation, nor the rare martial artist fighting qi, and certainly not the kind of cold ghost qi. The fluctuation of this force is so pure that even the attribute itself is repelled.

But at least, the center of the fluctuation is clear at a glance.

The three female ghost swords immediately entered the battle posture, and in an instant, they had already rushed over from three different directions, surrounding the target that brought the fluctuation in the middle, and the source of the fluctuation was none other than Midi, who they had been chasing for three days and three nights!

At this moment, Midi, who had always been extremely alert, rarely did not make any counterattack, and the black-haired boy was sitting cross-legged on the ground covered with dead leaves, his eyes closed and his face pale, and from time to time from under the bloodless skin, a line of abnormal red.

"Good opportunity!" a soft exclamation sounded.

Wiseman Newton slowly appeared, this terrifying necromancer was more powerful than the three female ghost swords, and he didn't know how many times stronger. And right now, the wonderful incarnate power fluctuations released from Midi obviously attracted him.

"This little guy is probably upgraded, not only upgraded, but also had an epiphany, which is why there is such a big movement. It's a pity that even if he reaches level 30, he has no chance. Wiseman spoke as if he were giving a lecture to the students in class, and then snapped his fingers crisply, "Now, give it to me, catch it alive!"

With this command, the three female ghost swords moved at the same time, like three unsheathed swords, from three different directions, rushing towards Midi, who was still with his eyes closed ten meters away.

However, at that moment, Midi opened her eyes.

It was a pair of pupils burning with silver cold fire!

Where his gaze swept over, the three female ghost swords who had no emotion and didn't know the pain of the Dao were all stunned.

The next moment, Midi sat like that, and shook a sword out of his hand.

A fierce gust of wind rose from the ground, causing Wiseman's gray robe to leap wildly, and countless fallen leaves flew with the wind with a fierce sound. And the three female ghost swords had already been hit by some invisible force at the same time, and they slashed through three trajectories in mid-air that flew out countless blood, as if they had been hit by an incomparably heavy siege hammer, like a kite with a broken string, and flew directly upside down!

When Midi's sword stopped, it was still a long time before the wind stopped.

Wiseman Newton stood still, unable to move.

"What is this?" finally appeared in the eyes of the cynical-looking genius necromancer, with a rare shock, solemnity, and seriousness.

"Extreme swordsmanship. Midi replied lightly, just looking at each other with a calm gaze.

Pieces of dead leaves fell from the air, and in the crisp cracking sound, beside the necromancer, more than a dozen towering trees broke into two at the waist, and fell down with a bang, and the fracture was as smooth as washing.