The sun gradually dimmed and sank below the horizon.

The air was also gradually filled with a cold smell.

On the black plains, a large white 'tide' gradually poured out from the far distance, rushing towards the area where Garon and the giant beast were located.

They strangely self-circumvented the location of the giant beast, as if they were blind, and continued to surge forward, and soon reached the vicinity of Garon's location.

Inside the cave, Garon vaguely felt that there was movement, but the guards set up outside did not report back, he suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and continued to absorb the breath.

hiss

Suddenly, a faint sound of insects biting came from outside the cave.

Honk!!

Suddenly, the invisible temporary guard raised a sharp alarm.

Garon's heart was shocked, and he quickly interrupted the absorption and put the demigod into the space ring.

Looking back towards the mouth of the cave, there was an innumerable number of tiny white ants pouring in at some point.

A terrifying low temperature as low as minus seventy or eighty degrees Celsius rushed in with the influx of ant colonies.

"Ice ant tide?" Garon naturally knew about this kind of natural disaster, each of these ice ants seemed to be very small, only the size of a human palm, but they were all genuine second-level creatures, their bodies were fragile, but their teeth and √ teeth were indestructible, even dragon scales were not hard bones for them to gnaw.

Seeing so many ice ants rushing towards him, he was relieved. If it's a fire ant, he's still worried, but the ice ant, it just so happens that he's also an ice dragon. This aspect is still relatively easy to deal with.

A mouthful of dragon breath spewed out, and Garon's current dragon breath already had the power of an adult dragon. The icy aura suddenly made the ice ants even more cheerful, they were the most threatening. In fact, in addition to the hard teeth, it is the strong low temperature that comes with it. The low temperature of minus seventy or eighty degrees continued to advance as they moved, and ordinary creatures could not stand it at all, except for real ice and snow creatures. And this low temperature is also mixed with some kind of ice-based toxin, but Garon's physique can be immune, and it may be very troublesome to change to a ninth-level peak mage of the same level, because when the mana is always exhausted, at that time, the ice toxin can really only be allowed to mermaid flesh. But Garon's own physique is different.

The large swarm of ice ants were sprayed by the dragon breath of Garon, and their movements slowed down, and at the same time, the aura became even colder, making him seem to feel that the storage on the other side looked a little like the same kind of creature.

The biggest feature of this ice ant tide is that it only eats non-low-temperature organisms. And the white dragon even has blood below zero point, which is naturally typical in low temperatures.

So it was very easy, a large number of ice ants poured in and retreated.

A false alarm.

Garon exhaled, but there was still a chill in his heart that he couldn't get rid of. He looked around, but still didn't notice anything unusual.

Breathed a sigh of relief. He was about to continue absorbing when suddenly, a black shadow of a humanoid smoke passed through the front of his body.

Garon tried to dodge, but couldn't. But he immediately found that the other party actually shuttled directly from his body. As if there were no entities at all.

At the same time, he felt his body weaken slightly.

hiss

The humanoid creature coalesced behind him, floating in the darkness of the cavern, and it was simply a cloud of black smoke that made a humanoid. They can't see faces at all, only blurred limbs.

"Phantom?" Garon chuckled. "Isn't this a creature that's supposed to be in the realm of the undead?"

Spectre is a troublesome thing, once it appears at the main matter interface. That's something like a natural disaster.

They are physically immune and have a 50% dodge rate even with enchantment and spell attacks. And every time they touch a creature, it weakens the strength of the other party.

This weakening of power is permanent and very annoying, and unless you can kill the phantom who drained your power, you will forever lose the part of your power that was sucked by him.

Garon frowned slightly, looking at the phantom in front of him, what troubled them the most was not this, but that the phantom usually appeared in groups.

Every time they kill a creature, they develop it into their own derivative and become the next phantom. So under normal circumstances, phantoms are the appearance of one race after another, and as the top powerhouse in terms of physical attack, Garon is most annoyed by this type of physical attack immunity.

His spell power is only level five, and he doesn't have any enchantment equipment.

As soon as he thought of this, Garon saw more than a dozen phantoms densely appearing in the cave, and his scalp suddenly went numb.

"Troublesome"

A pounce from the phantom just now took away 0.5 of his strength, if so many phantoms pounced together, wouldn't his strength of more than eighty be brushed up in a few clicks?

Originally, he still felt that he had a strong physique, immune to spells, and didn't care much about spell arcane, thinking that there was no strength other than the eighth-level space-time spell that could compete with him. However, after seeing the physical attack warhammer that was strengthened by spells in Snow City, and now the supernatural power that the phantom comes with, he realized that purely taking the physical route is not the right way in this world.

"It's no wonder that even the top warriors need enchanted equipment and artifacts. ”

Surrounded by a swarm of phantoms, Garon's mind spun rapidly, thinking of a way to get out.

This is the effect of restraint, even if an eighth-level ** master is here, it will be easier for him to deal with it. But not Garon.

Swish!

More than a dozen phantoms pounced suddenly, Garon couldn't dodge in this small space, and although he was extremely fast, the speed of the phantoms was not bad, it was equivalent to teleportation, obviously these phantoms were also high-level goods.

The phantom in the lead was the first to appear, and it let out a loud and high-pitched chirp, directing the others to pounce.

Garon opened his mouth to take a large mouthful of dragon breath, spraying two phantoms, although his dragon breath does not count the damage, but it is also a supernatural power damage, and it also has a certain effect on the phantom.

The frost slowing effect suddenly appeared on the two sprayed phantoms, but it did not cause damage, they themselves were undead creatures, and the cold could only reduce their speed, not kill them.

Garon slammed to his right, and surrounded by more than a dozen phantoms, his body shrank suddenly, shrinking into a tiny mass of young dragons, and then rushed out of the gap in the encirclement by a fraction of a second.

Strictly speaking, this kind of high-level necromancer is meaningless according to the hierarchy, only targeted tactics can eliminate them, and without targeting, even top fighters can only be ground alive by them.

Garon dodged left and right in the cavern, narrowly dodging the Phantom's attacks each time. This annoyed the phantom who led the team.

Chirp chirp!!

He began to shout loudly again.

Immediately, all the phantoms moved more rapidly.

Garon saw an opportunity and rushed out of the cave to the surface.

He remembered that his demigod Despair Skull was supposed to have a soul attribute attached, and might be able to have an effect on this kind of necromancy.

Thinking of this, he jerked out the head of despair from the spatial ring, grabbed it on his claws, and pressed it towards a phantom.

The Head of Despair looked like an ordinary human white skull, unremarkable.

And after Garon came out, he let go of his hands and feet, and suddenly his speed of 80 points was fully utilized, and almost at the same time as he came out of his claws, he hit a phantom that pounced on him.

Pump!!

A scream. The phantom howled miserably, and quickly retreated as if it had been burned.

"Effective!?" said Garon.

Continuing to concoct the same method, his speed was as high as eighty points, and after shrinking his size, he was even more flexible, and the phantoms were thrown around by him, and in a few shots, there were five phantoms hit by him with a desperate head, and the body shape obviously lost a lot of body black smoke.

The phantom who took the lead was a little frightened and began to chirp, as if trying to retreat.

But Garon was pleasantly surprised to find that the aura of potential on the head of despair had increased a little again.

Although it was only a trace of it, he was very precise in his subtle sense of this aspect, and he had been holding it in his hand, so he felt the strangeness of the demigod weapon at the first time.

"Could it be that the soul aura of these necromantic creatures has been absorbed, and it has been enhanced?" Garon guessed.

He tried a few more times, chasing after the phantom that had already begun to flee and continued to press and smash.

smashed a phantom five times in a row, and finally, this guy popped, and it actually exploded directly, turning into a puff of black smoke and slowly dispersing, completely dead.

Garon obviously felt that the potential aura of the Desperate Skull had increased again, and his heart was overjoyed, if this method was feasible, he could hunt souls through the Desperate Skull, and there was no need to follow the rules of bloody battles, only the victorious side would be allocated souls according to their merits. He himself is free to hunt souls and turn them into potential breaths!

Boom!

Another phantom was shattered by Garon, and the explosion dispersed, and Garon suddenly felt that the power that had been sucked away before had returned. And the aura of potential on the skull of despair has been raised a bit. Compared to when he took it out before, there should be an improvement of five or six points. This is not small, the two phantoms were smashed apart by him, and the rest scattered and fled, this harvest has made Garon very satisfied.

"That's the equivalent of half a month's natural income, haha!" Garon turned back to the cave in satisfaction, he found that the sharp protrusions on his back were getting longer and longer, and it was clear that the growth rate was starting to accelerate. I believe that it won't be long before he can evolve into the next form and continue to increase his attributes.

"It is said that the Evolutionary Form is able to randomly gain an innate ability from the Source Force Ocean. Some are elemental abilities, some are supernatural abilities, although not all of them are good and some are bad, but even if they are bad, they can have great advantages if they are used well. ”

Garon was looking forward to what talent he would be able to gain in his evolutionary form.

When an orthodox White Dragon becomes an adult, it will naturally gain the talent spell Ice Mirror, as well as Frost Swallow (a large area). But he was different, he was still a child and had reached a point that all white dragons in history had not reached. (To be continued......)