I saw that there were charred corpses everywhere in the huge temple!

Flame and lightning filled the place, and the rich aura of spell factor almost made him breathless!

A first-level wizard group with more than 300 people in the Snowy Base of Ace was buried in this temple of the Nether tribe - within just three minutes.

He raised his head with a pale face and finally saw the culprit.

Lance stood calmly on the platform, looking down at every corner of the temple, ensuring that every wizard here was killed by him.

The large-area lethality of Ultraland Lightning Chain and the Hand of Vulcan is indeed extraordinary. Although it is a waste of magic, the effect is outstanding.

Every corner of the temple was baptized by flames and thunder. With a level wizard's defense of less than 70 points, it was impossible to resist these terrifying second-level witchcraft.

What's more, Lance's thunder power is supplemented by plane power, and the intensity of the thunder spell cast by ordinary wizards is at least twice as strong as that of the lightning spell.

As early as the moment Lance appeared, all the wizards here had been sentenced to death.

He stood there, staring at the angry wizard of the Nether clan.

It seemed that he was not the culprit of the killing feast just now.

"The Denis wizard... report your name." The Nether tribe gritted his teeth, and fire almost spurted out from his eyes.

Where he was in charge, there was a sacred place like the temple of the God of Witchcraft, but the enemy sneaked in and killed all his subordinates!

This time, the three second-level wizards in this base immediately became the commanders of the bare feet. Not to mention whether they would be looked down upon by other second-level wizards of the Nether Clan inside, the loss alone was unbearable for the three of them.

So he was full of anger.

He couldn't figure out how Lance sneaked in.

His eyes swept across every corner of the temple, trying to use his mental power to count the number of deaths. Unfortunately, Lance's Ultraland Lightning Chain is too domineering and often blows a person into several sections.

Although the mental power of the second-level wizard is strong, it is impossible to determine a real number.

But what he didn't know was that at the moment the door opened, Wesley, who had already taken the primary transformation potion, turned into an ant and secretly escaped from this place of right and wrong.

...

The wizard of the Nether tribe had a gloomy face, endured the smell of fishy smell, and walked towards Lance with great strides.

As he walked, he took out seven small glass beads. The color of the glass beads was dark green, and there was a faint mist floating inside.

Lance squinted his eyes and looked calmly at the small beads floating beads beside the enemy.

The witchcraft inheritance of the Nether tribes is completely different from that of Ferrendor. Ferrendor's witchcraft originated from Guwanlun and is one of the most orthodox witchcraft civilizations in the Creland plane.

The witchcraft of the Nether tribe comes entirely from another time and space. Although it is not supported by the power of the original plane, it is very strange and makes people unable to defend against it.

Since the war started, more than half of the Deni wizards have died because they were harmed by the strange witchcraft attack methods of the Nether tribe, rather than the fact that their magic power is inferior to that of the enemy.

Lance had read the information given by Old Man Laijin, and there were very few records of the attack methods of the Nether Clan's witchcraft. However, he was not worried and directly opened the Crystal Mist.

Crystal Mist is a solidification spell that is 360 degrees of all-round defense. After Lance swallowed a large amount of white crystal, its defense strength rose sharply, and ordinary second-level witchcraft can all resist.

"My name is Brewer, Deni, believe me, you will die miserably!"

Brewer said sinisterly.

Every time he took a step, a dark green glass bead exploded, revealing a large cloud of thick mist.

After walking seven steps, the rich fog suddenly spread, covering the entire Lance on the platform.

The crystal fog rises automatically.

A thin layer of crystal film spreads out, protecting Lance inside.

Painted black mist lingers around Reims.

Suddenly, a ray of green light flashed and hit the surface of the crystal fog hard. The thin crystal fog remained motionless.

"Acid spray?" Lance was stunned for a moment. At this time, the black fog had completely blocked his vision. Even the death gaze and Hawkeye could not see through the things behind the black fog.

And this acid spray was so suddenly that even its launch location could not be estimated.

At this moment, two red lights flashed continuously behind him.

Bang bang!

The red light was obviously two daggers. Under the push of unknown force, the two red light daggers were inserted into the crystal film fiercely.

This time, two cracks suddenly appeared on the thin crystal film.

"Blade of Death?" Lance whispered to himself.

The dagger struggled for a moment, but failed to go further, and then it shattered and shattered.

The hole that was stabbed by a dagger slowly filled it up.

In the black fog, more strange lights began to flash.

Lance understood a little.

"This is negative energy space!"

The black fog just now was something similar to a barrier. Brewer used the black fog released by small beads to artificially form a temporary negative energy space.

Lance is in the negative energy space. Because of the attraction of his flesh and blood, he will be attacked by continuous negative energy spells in this space.

This kind of spell is rare. After all, for Brewer, he does not need to use any subsequent spells to destroy the enemy with the power of the negative energy space itself.

However, if you want to use negative energy space once, it will put a lot of pressure on him. The rare materials he needs are even more expensive.

Every small bead that just exploded is worth five thousand magic stones.

Outside the negative energy space, Brewer looked at Lance in the space with a hideous face.

"Crystal Mist? And it has been changed after a sudden change. No wonder it can last until now." A trace of disdain flashed in his eyes: "It's a pity that no matter how powerful your own strength is, without escape spells, it will never be able to fight against the power of a piece of space. The stronger your defense ability, the more it will arouse the rebound of negative energy space."

"At that time, the crystal fog will be just a useless defensive barrier."

When he thought about this, he saw a large golden light flashing in the negative energy space.

A hint of joy suddenly appeared on Brewer's face: "Haha, I didn't expect this kid to be so unlucky. It prompted a rebound in negative energy space so quickly."

He was very familiar with this large golden light.

Since he learned the powerful spell of negative energy space, at least two-thirds of the enemies died under this large golden light.

This is the negative energy version of the second-level witchcraft [Sword of Glory], and it is a terrifying attack group with more than nineteen spells. The spell strength exceeds 300 points, and the crystal fog is completely irresistible.

What's more, these golden lights have the ability to destroy spell factors, and Lance completely lost his resistance in front of the negative energy version of the Sword of Glory.

"Those trash from the Red Robe Brotherhood will die if they die, but it is absolutely unforgivable to actually kill so many of our compatriots."

Brewer narrowed his eyes, thinking about how to report the matter.

After all, in his opinion, Lance is already a dead person. How to properly handle the subsequent incidents of this matter is the top priority.

This base located in the snowy land of Ace is an extremely important part of the Nether tribe's front. Although it is a great contribution to killing a young second-level wizard from the enemy, if it is based on the sacrifice of most first-level wizards in the base, then the top leaders will never easily forgive the three of them.

When he thought of this, he became very angry. Ordinary second-level wizards cherish their lives very much.

A normal-minded wizard would never do such a thing as breaking into the enemy base alone, because it was too dangerous.

"This kid looks so young. He is probably just promoted to a second-level wizard. With this passion, he is completely unreasonable to play cards, which makes him take advantage of the loopholes."

"Damn it, it's a big loss."

Brewer looked at Lance, and his anger became stronger and stronger.

And at this moment, the sword of light in the negative energy space had already gathered and rushed towards Lance!

The golden light looked particularly dazzling in the thick black fog. As the person who arranged the negative energy space, Brewer's eyes were also shook by the dazzling golden light, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly.

"Die, right?" he thought to himself.

Because in the negative energy space, he could no longer sense Lance's vitality.

And he didn't believe that Lance had any trump cards to fight against the Sword of Glory.

But the golden glow had not yet ended, and Brewer's neck suddenly hurt.

"This is a cutting!"

The wizard of the Nether Clan's heart was beating wildly, and his neck suddenly shrank strangely, like a turtle.

The smooth cutting slid along the port of his neck, splashing a lot of blood.

Lance's figure slowly appeared behind him. The Macon sword in his hand aimed at the headless Brewer:

"A very powerful negative energy space, wasted a year of my life."

Before he finished speaking, a large string of explosive fireballs suddenly exploded from the tip of the Macon Sword.

Under the replication of the super power of witchcraft, fireballs flew out in succession and hit Brewer's body one after another.

This time, the wizard of the Nether Clan failed to use the means of defiance of heaven to save his life.

Under the powerful lethality of the burst fireball, his protective spell just struggled for a moment and then shattered.

After a few loud noises, the powerful second-level wizard also lay in the center of the hall of the temple, mixing with the rest of the burnt corpses.

The negative energy space suddenly disappeared.

"ah!"

A scream came from the door of the temple. Lance turned slowly, but happened to see the wizards on duty running away frantically.

Their eyes of Lance were filled with fear, as if they saw the god of death in the world of the dead!

However, this killing feast has just begun.

"There are two second-level wizards, mentor Andy, and another member of the Underworld."

Lance thought quietly and slowly walked out of the temple of the Underworld like Shura Field.
Chapter completed!