The big blue fish is fat, with horizontal tail fins and two pelvic fins that look like giant pulp. It was covered with fantastic blue-and-white runes, and between the runes, blue waves bloomed, swinging in all directions with the big fish as the center.

The little witch hid in the heart of the big fish.

She was still half-wrapped in the black cloak. Originally, the black color of the cloak was unusually conspicuous in the translucent skin of the big fish, but as the little witch's breathing became calmer and calmer, the blue surrounding her became more and more intense and dazzling, and the black trace quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

What remained in the hall was only a large blue fish half-floating in the void.

The four wizards jumped onto the back of the big fish.

After the demonic energy that permeated the hall touched the blue waves emitted by the big fish, it was as if boiling oil collided with cold water, and the explosion was scattered and splashed away, and cold flames ignited at the place where they fell.

Stuck to those flames, it will turn into a cloud of ice chips in a moment. Nikita saw with his own eyes that an old lich had a flame of ice stained with the corners of his robe, and in the blink of an eye, the flames burned down the corners of his robe to the old lich's neck, and then penetrated through its compact features.

After the old lich wailed, he lost his breath, and his face was covered with a layer of crystal blue, like the ice of the deep sea. Some of the lichs clustered around the hall were struggling to avoid the scourge.

But more lichs had a fierce scarlet glint between their eyes:

"Don't let them run!"

"Catch these little cubs!!"

"Leave me two pounds of ribs!"

"I want to stew witch-brain-soup!!"

The shriek and fury mixed together, making the whole hall a little chaotic. Under normal circumstances, when the two big demons are present, the other low-level demons should show respect and surrender, at least not shouting in front of the big demons. But this is the second floor of the Wizard Tower, and the old lichs who stay here are all hopeless and mentally fragile guys.

They're really going crazy.

Blood-colored vines poked out of the void in all directions, like octopuses grabbing at the big blue fish, black flames rained down from the sky and smashed into the back of the fish, and white bone arrows, chains with karmic fire, whistling ghosts, invisible curses, and so on, the lich summoned a thousand magic spells to attack the big fish in a chaotic manner.

But the young wizards on the back of the fish seem to merge with the big fish, and the iron ropes and vines that try to pull them off the back of the fish will always catch the empty one, and the body of the fish is so slippery that it is difficult to catch.

As for spells or magic, when they fall on a big fish, they will only splash and ripple, or slide down from the skin of the fish, and there is no trace of damage in sight.

The simple energy attack is like replenishing the magic power of the big fish, but it makes it grow bigger and bigger, and it grows faster.

The big blue fish flicked its huge tail, rolled up the layered blue waves, and pushed the big fish to slide out of the mage tower, and it was about to escape.

Airplanes!!

There was a soft sound from the bronze tripod in front of the black wall, and the entire withered yellow land was in harmony.

Buzzing!!

Invisible ripples permeate all directions, like invisible nooses, strung together an invisible net. And the big fish landed in the center of the net.

This is the circle of the withered yellow land.

Externally, you can hide the location of this lich colony and defend against the invasion of powerful enemies, and internally, you can also turn into a net to contain all those who disrupt the rules.

Black tides flowed through the void, gurgling and gurgling, pouring out of every mesh.

This is the evil water from the abyss.

It is possible to degrade all goodness and hope.

The big fish slammed its fins on both sides and flicked its tail behind it, stirring up blue waves one after another.

The blue waves meet the black tide, silently neutralizing the tide. The blue fades, the black disappears, and together they turn into white sprays.

The white waves cheered, sitting on the blue and black tides, pushing the big fish to swim faster.

Sir Ulrich's eyes twitched, and the fingers holding the thin staff under his robe tightened slightly, and then it sighed softly and took a step forward.

Captain Mist lifted his eyelids and glanced at the old lich.

Sir Ulrich raised his left hand.

Its left hand, like many old men, was thin, dull, and the back of the hand was covered with the scars of time. But its hands are fundamentally different from the hands of ordinary old people.

As the Great Lich raised his left hand, a heavy shadow suddenly appeared over the Yellow Lands.

Nikita looked up and saw that the clouds, the sun, and the starlight in the sky had all dissipated, and in their place was a huge palm. It was an old man's hand, with withered fingers, arms extending only to the elbow, and disappearing into the void behind the elbow.

Sir Ulrich's left hand flicked slightly.

The giant hand in mid-air also moved.

The banshee swallowed quietly and opened her eyes wide.

Sir Ulrich pressed his hand down and grabbed the big fish. But although the blue figure was large, it was extremely flexible, and the trajectory of escape was like lightning in a thunderstorm, twisting and turning, turning stiff, irregular, and extremely fast.

The big hand grabbed it, and only the tail of the big fish was caught.

Then the tail flicked so hard that it escaped from the big hand. Truly slippery like a fish without leaving your hands untouched.

Nikita pretended to look at the big hand intently, not daring to look at Sir Ulrich's face. She was sure that the Mentor's face was a little unsightly now—especially the Captain Mist beside her, who let out a nonchalant chuckle, which made the banshee's heart furious.

This reminded her of a long time ago when she followed the captain to meet the other three Krakens.

The same danger.

The same will die at any time.

She didn't even dare to swallow a mouthful of spittle, lest the slightest noise annoy the Great Lich and hang her on the black wall.

Sir Ulrich was silent for a few seconds.

The big fish ran a little farther away.

Then the Great Lich switched the staff in his right hand to his left hand and raised his right hand. In mid-air, the big hand also changed slightly.

This time, Sir Ulrich didn't catch the big fish directly.

The big hand didn't even move its position, just a claw in mid-air. But with this claw, the whole withered yellow land let out a groan of pain, and the air was surging within a radius of a hundred miles, time seemed to freeze, and space flowed like syrup between the fingers of that big hand.

The big fish in the center of this claw was finally stopped from escaping.

As if caught in the wall of a tornado, a powerful vortex swirled and sucked it into the palm of the big hand. The big fish frantically instigated the fins and tails, but only slightly slowed down the progress.

Nikita's eyes were a little complicated, and he exhaled softly.

The lichs in the entire hall let out a small sigh in unison.