Bruce slammed his iron fists into each other twice, then shook his shoulders vigorously, and the joints of his body crackled like popping beans under the drive of the great force.

As soon as he moved his body, he bowed down and roared like a beast about to come out of the cage, and he was ready to rush to the crossroads.

But as soon as he was ready, Libert reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

"What are you going to do? I mean it's my turn, not 'us'. Now the ghouls are in a soul state, and your fist can't hit them, hehe......"

Libert glanced at Bruce with a wicked smile, an expression that hadn't yet come to you, which made Bruce feel the urge to punch someone.

"...... Give me some of that holy water. ”

"No, that's too precious, it's not cost-effective to use here. Hey...... Bruce, hurry up and find a way to break through the high-level realm, the battle qi also has a certain damage ability to the soul body, don't just think about using that kind of 'holy water' every time you encounter a soul body. ”

"I ...... Hey......"

Bruce reluctantly stopped the action that was about to sprint, a little annoyed, and now Liebert's face looked so uncomfortable, he simply shook his head and squatted on the ground.

But Bruce, who had just squatted down, became more and more angry the more he thought about it, and he turned his head to look at Liebert with a wicked smile on his face.

If eyes could kill, Libert had been killed countless times by Bruce's eyes.

This guy definitely did it on purpose, if they had intervened earlier, it is estimated that they could have gone to Jonathan to get a bounty by now.

"Hey...... Don't be annoyed, there's a reason why you won't play, you'll understand later, hehe...... It's my showtime. ”

Libert completely ignored Bruce's murderous gaze.

He smiled heartily.

It's like a kid discovering something fun.

"You're on, what about the spiritual enchantment? If this is withdrawn, the patrols and mercenaries will soon find out about the situation here!"

Bruce tilted his head, a little more serious in his indignant eyes.

"Aren't you here? Can't you even do this?"

With that, Libert stopped paying attention to Bruce, who was gnashing his teeth.

He reached out and pulled out the magic staff from his waist and kissed it to his lips like he did with a long-lost lover.

The originally plain magic staff actually emitted a soft and pure magical energy after Libert's light kiss.

It would have been a surprise if anyone else had been there.

Because this is the power of the holy Twilight God, the power of the Twilight God that only the high-ranking pastors of the church have, and it is also an exclusive power that the Twilight God gives to believers.

Suddenly, Libert's eyes lit up, his face was serious, and he no longer had the playful look he had just had.

He closed his eyes and raised his magic staff above his head in his left hand, chanting obscure incantations in a sonorous voice.

At this moment, Libert was wrapped in a divine aura, and the whole person looked solemn and solemn.

As the divine aura grew stronger and stronger, Libert actually floated slowly.

The wide gray-white and luxurious magician's robe on his body was windless and automatic, and the hunt sounded.

The whole person is like an apostle of the gods, descending to the world, sacred and inviolable.

If the followers of the Twilight God were present at this moment, they would definitely bow down and bow down.

By the time Libert stopped chanting, a cloud of holy magical energy had coalesced in the empty palm of his right hand.

Only two breaths had passed, and he opened his eyes suddenly, and a pair of beautiful black eyes were faintly glowing with a faint golden light.

With a wave of his right hand, a flash of energy turned into a light with incomparably pure holy power shot straight at the soul-incarnated ghoul Joseph.

And Bruce, who stayed on the sidelines with some indignation.

He was squatting on the ground, drawing circles on the ground with his fingers a little bored, and still chanting words in his mouth.

"...... Two ghouls with souls want to pretend to be like this, beware of the thunder element gathering to kill you...... When the time comes, I'll see you pretending to be a ghost!"

......

On the other side, Lance and Ike are fighting with the soul-incarnated Scar Man and Joseph.

In this encounter, Lance and Ike were very embarrassed.

The blood on the tip of the tongue on the blade did cause some damage to the two-headed ghouls that were spiritualized, but it was minimal.

It didn't take long for the blood on the tip of the tongue on the two swords to be consumed.

Now, apart from dodging, the Lances can no longer launch an effective attack.

However, the soul-incarnated Scar Man and Joseph can cause some damage to the spirits of the two.

Just when the two of them were in trouble.

Suddenly, a spiritual energy like materialization, with a dazzling holy brilliance, pierced the air, and a whistling sound with energy breaking through the air directly hit Joseph who was spiritualized.

Joseph, the soul body who was just about to pounce on Ike, turned into a light blue flame and instantly burned into ashes, leaving no trace of existence.

This sudden change made the two people present stunned and forgot the movements in their hands.

I couldn't help but look in the direction of this spiritual energy at the same time.

A frail young man with a magic staff in his hand and dressed in an off-white and luxurious mage robe, bathed in the glow of holiness, was slowly floating out of the alley.

This man was none other than the magician Liebert.

Just as these people were stunned, Liebert was very satisfied with the shocking effect that he spent a lot of mental energy to create.

A subtle confident smile also appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"The power of blazing light, fusing my spiritual will, turned into a net of heaven and earth, and bound everything in front of me - the net of spirit"

With Liebert's incantation chanting again, a large web of magic quickly condensed in front of him.

Just at the end of the last syllable.

Libert holds the magic staff in his left hand and holds it across his chest, and his right hand is raised and waved forward.

This "spiritual web" appeared silently beside the scar man as if it were teleporting.

Then Libert sneered, his right hand shook the void, and the "spiritual web" quickly closed.

The soul-like scar man had not yet recovered from his surprise before he was already enveloped in the net.

With the void manipulation of Libert's right hand, the energy-filled "spiritual web" began to slowly converge.

The soul-incarnated scar man in the net kept screaming in pain, and his body was as if it had been burned by a red-hot soldering iron, emitting a scorching sound and an unpleasant scorching smell.

After a few breaths, the "spiritual web" contracted to the size of a fist, and it no longer became smaller, and the original scar man had long since stopped screaming, leaving only a charred heart still beating slowly and rhythmically.