"That's ......" The familiar aura of death surged behind Amen in an instant, frantically filling the sky and the earth, Yamen's pupils contracted slightly, and the cheetah-like vigilant eyes were filled with doubts and incomprehension, the Calthas he firmly grasped in his hand did not have any abnormal movement of soul power, but the black flames between heaven and earth burned silently, "Your flame?"

"[Hades's sigh] is a flame that will never be extinguished, even if it is swallowed up by your explosion, they will resurrect in a very short time, and I don't need to deliberately condense my soul power again, this is the flame from hell......" Karthas lowered his eyes, his towering eyebrow bones shrouded his deep eyes in a narrow shadow, and his flat voice revealed a cold breath like ice and snow, There is also a very unfortunate thing, your ability needs to be infused with the condensed fire element by grabbing the other person's body, right? Although you have captured me at this moment, unfortunately, you are not grabbing a part of my body, in other words, you cannot pour the fire element into my body and detonate my whole person......."

"What?" Yamen subconsciously shifted his gaze to his hand, and the cold and piercing feeling suddenly exploded silently from his palm, surging and crazy spread along his arm, the abyss-like hellish aura was the same as the rising black flames behind him, Yamen's heart seemed to sink to the bottom in an instant, and some kind of bad premonition flashed in his mind.

"What you grasp in the palm of your hand is a part of my [Stygian Armor], they cover every corner of my body, like an invisible film composed of Stygian Flame, although even the naked eye can't distinguish their form, but any form of attack can touch them, counteract the opponent's attack and at the same time use the Stygian Flame attack to devour the enemy......" As he spoke, Karthas's arm easily slipped out of Amen's increasingly stiff palm, and at the same time, the black flames all over the sky behind Amen gradually transformed into a ferocious [dark wolf], and the wolves seemed to be attracted by some kind of black hole-like attraction, and swept towards the stunned Amen, looking down from the high sky, the dense wolves were like a crazy wave of man-eating ants, surging to swallow Amen's small figure in an instant.

The Underworld is coming!

"It's a pity! your deadly killer weapon didn't break through the level barrier after all, but I still admit that you are a good opponent......" The condensed black flames swelled violently in the next moment, shooting out countless straight and interlaced black rays, the sky was dimmed in these black lights, huge cracks crisscrossed the entire battlefield, rolling waves carrying the breath of hell rampaged in the broken and twisted space, scorching everything unscrupulously, the violent weight fell from the sky, trying to crush all the creatures in this land, everything around was shaking, as hideous and terrifying as the end of the world, but the whole world could not hear any expansive explosions or roaring air waves, only a dead silence that returned to nothingness, as if hell had descended, "It's over, Oslan warriors!"

Time seemed to freeze at a certain moment, the world shrouded in hell seemed to fall into a long eternity, and even Karthas, who stood proudly in the center of hell like the emperor of the underworld, was full of sadness and despair, and the sharp eyes that seemed to be able to see everything were now only the bottomless abyss, empty and empty......

The hellish world did not know how long it lasted, so long that even Calthas had forgotten the existence of time, when the gentle sunlight passed through the fading haze and gently sprinkled on his handsome and desolate face, he seemed to have just woken up from an endless nightmare, the sad look still permeated his face, and there was a certain deep tiredness, the misty and chaotic eyes gradually cleared, but the cold fear lingered, and he finally looked at the huge charred figure that fell on the distant ground, no breathing, no heartbeat, and no flow of soul power, quiet as if the broken rocks on this landKarthas finally turned away silently.

"And one more ......," Kartas muttered to himself dreamily as he shuffled slowly towards the complex adjacent to the battlefield, as if he had come down from hell to the grim reaper......

Wren leaned weakly against a collapsing wall, the biting cold rolled in his chest, his beating heart seemed to be about to burrow out of his chest, the darkness that had shrouded him a moment earlier was like a nightmare that had invaded the depths of his mind, and the fear of hell was deeply rooted in his heart, unable to extricate himself, this indescribable sense of despair was even more terrifying than the pierced wounds on his body, as if the soul was stripping away his body bit by bit......

By the time he woke up from this seemingly never-ending nightmare, the cold beads of sweat had already soaked Wren's clothes, and his trembling limbs and frightened pupils silently proved that the hellish scene of a moment ago really existed, and Wren was like a wandering spirit that had escaped from the edge of hell, and every cell in his body was struggling, as if he wanted to completely escape the world that made them tremble, the world polluted by hell......

However, ironically, as the master of these cells, Wren had no intention of escaping at all, and his mental breakdown was obviously more fatal than the heavy blow on his body, his eyes were scattered, the snow-white placket of his chest was smeared with a large patch of dried and coagulated blood from the blood gushing from the wound, and his handsome face became distorted and hideous under indescribable fear, pale like snow in the Far North, like a dying beast quietly waiting to fall into a real hell......

It wasn't until a black shadow blocked the light pouring down from the sky that Wren woke up a little from his trance, he raised his head stiffly, facing the silent figure in the backlight, his black broken hair swayed softly in the breeze, and his full and slender body rolled with majestic power like a tide, although the face hidden in the shadows could not see the expression, but Wren clearly felt the sadness and desolation in the eyes looking at him, as if he was stared at by hell......

"Your companion is dead, and the next thing is you......" Karthas's flat voice came faintly, like the verdict of death on a high seat, "forgive me!