Snow-white sword light illuminates the entire hall.

Like a lightning bolt in the night, it pierced the fog in the old lich's mind.

yes, what does it matter if it's a bait? it eats it or not, these young wizards are right in front of you. Now, if it continues to hesitate, these little baits will be unhooked.

The sword light kept closing in on the old lich's thoughts, aiming at the black wall behind it.

The old lich slowly turned his neck, as if to catch a glimpse of the sword.

"Look here!"

The muscular captain of the hunting party roared, his muscles swelling in a circle, and his iron-black fist smashed through the air with his roar, slamming into Sir Ulrich's head.

The turbid air mixed with the heavy fist wind, and it became extremely viscous, and the fist wind seemed to turn into a puddle of glue wherever it went, delaying Sir Ulrich's head-turning.

Just a split second late.

It was in that moment.

The sword slashed through the old lich's ear and slashed at the black wall.

A halo of light rippled up on the wall, not in the slightest, not even a piece of wall skin was split, but the three-legged and two-eared bronze tripod under the wall made an angry buzzing sound.

Because of the trophies that the bronze tripod had boiled for a long time, the skulls that hung on the wall were shattered.

Everyone in the hall heard the sound of the porcelain breaking. It was a sound that made everyone panic. If one were standing outside the Mage Tower, one could even see some of the starlight in the depths of the starry sky shining a little brighter for a moment.

The hundreds of wizard skulls hanging on the black wall shattered in unison under the light of the sword, and with a crisp cracking sound, they stopped fluttering.

There was a moment of silence.

Then it turned into fly ashes.

The fine ashes slowly fell down the rough walls.

It looks like a gray waterfall.

It's like the curtain of the times has come to an end.

The liberated souls let out a contented sigh before dissipating, and all in the hall heard their blessings and curses. Wish the hunters who saved them a safe return home, and curse all the lichs that they will never be reborn.

The captain of the Mist crossed his arms and a hint of an unpredictable smile on his lips, quietly watching the scene in front of him, seemingly with no intention of interfering at all.

Sir Ulrich also did not want the captain to interfere.

Because it would be a disgrace to the whole withered land.

It stopped turning its head to look at the black wall, and slowly turned its neck to look at the captain of the hunting team who had just slowed its movements, and at the fist that was close at hand.

"Look for death. ”

It said two words with a calm expression.

The answer was the roar of the captain of the hunting team with all his might: "Fan! God!"

The same as when he stopped those 'old monkeys' a moment ago, the same fist that emitted a faint black light, also smashed through the restraints of layers of air, and the momentum that swirled around the fist was also advancing in the middle of the progress, the breath became darker and darker, and the fist became bigger and bigger.

The only difference is in the goal.

The previous fist smashed on a group of old registered wizards, showing the words 'fist is afraid of young and strong' vividly, and wherever the fist wind goes, those old lichs are flying with flesh and blood.

And right now, the target of this fist is a great wizard.

A great lich who has made a name for himself in the dark world and thundered in the wizarding world. Admittedly, Sir Ulrich's fame was mostly related to the study of evil magic, and he was already very old, and his physical condition may have declined a little. Compared with this old man's fist, it is quite a bit of a sense of the upper and lower slacks.

But the Great Lich is called the Great Lich because they are 'big' enough to have enough pack capacity for any change, for any enemy.

As soon as the Mage Tower broke into the enemy, the two demons put a lot of protection on themselves.

A thin layer of mist filled the area around Captain Mist.

Around Sir Ulrich, a tidal wave of shadows poured out from the black wall behind him, which could theoretically not be broken as long as the Mage's Tower was not destroyed.

It's just that a moment ago, the sword light of another young hunter slashed into the black wall, shattering the hanging skulls, causing the bronze tripod to be furious, and the black wall shook for a moment.

At that moment, the captain's fist slammed into him.

The fist slammed into the shadows.

It's like a stone falling into water.

The difference is that when this fist smashed on the old lich before it, it was like a Tarzan falling into a blue lake, shaking the earth and surging in all directions, and this fist fell in the shadows, like a mountain falling into the sea, although it also set off a huge wave, but the sea was too big, and no matter how high the wave was, it was only a small splash in front of it.

If the lens is more detailed, you can see that the shadow like the black tide ripples layer by layer under the fist, like the ripples splashed when a stone falls into a pond, intertwined, spreading, and agitating back and forth, and the turbulent fist force continues to dissolve under the interaction.

The black shadows concave inward under the fist, and the ripples that fluctuated were also pulled by the force of the dent, becoming longer and thinner, like rubber bands.

All the while, Sir Ulrich just stared at the fist indifferently.

His feet did not move, and his face did not change at all.

On the contrary, the owner of the fist changed greatly after the fist fell into the shadows, and the originally somewhat red face quickly lost its blood, revealing a bit of darkness:

"Run!!"

He yelled.

The entire hunting team was like a clip that had been flipped a switch, and in an instant, it was clustered together and stood in the direction of the four-pointed star. In the center of the four-pointed star was the little witch who had been hiding under her cloak all along—since Sir Ulrich's eyes had fallen on these 'little bait', she had not even shown her head, and even hid her head under it.

"Is it over? I'm going to go to sleep...... I can't help it!"

The little witch hid under her cloak, shivering and thinking about it in pieces.

Until the captain yelled 'run', she closed her eyes, stretched out her legs, covered with the heavy cloak, and fell asleep in the blink of an eye, falling into a deep sleep.

A pale blue mask appeared around her as she breathed.

At first it is regular spherical.

Then, as the little witch's eyes swam in the eyelids, the regular blue ball began to wriggle irregularly, like a worm biting through the coat of a cell, and slowly grew a head, wings, fins, tail, and more and more complex runes on the 'ball'.

It seems like a long time has passed.

But it's really just a moment.

A big blue fish appeared in this world full of lichs in plain sight.