Besides, even if they came, Master Ryan was not afraid at all.

In this way, everyone behind him was resting, and the people in front of him were rushing to enter the secret realm, but Master Ryan was thinking about how those people from the Cristia family escaped.

...

The universe is deserted, alien planets.

"puff!"

Myrock vomited a mouthful of bright red blood, his face pale, his breath fell, and his whole body exuded a sense of weakness from the inside out.

However, he seemed to have not noticed his miserable situation at all, just looking at Alan who was slowly falling from the air and said in a cold tone.

"Okay, I deserve to be Roy's son."

One day in heaven and one year on earth.

The world of the mind also has such dreamy and magnificent characteristics.

In that illusory spiritual battlefield that does not exist in the material world, Alan and Milock have been fighting for a long time, and have passed for some unknown time.

But in the real world, it's just a moment.

Even Alan, who was still waving a knife in the sky last moment, found that he was still in mid-air after he was separated from the spiritual world.

He drew his sword and fell back, and Alan fell on the ground like a willow catkin, with a calm expression on his face and replied calmly, "It seems that my performance has not disappointed you."

However, although Allen was very calm, he was a little happy deep down.

Because, in previous spiritual confrontations, it was extremely rare that Allen's [Perception] once again reached the extreme of the silver level.

Although the growth of [perception] attributes is not much for Allen's combat effectiveness, its significance is very different.

Because this marks the peak of the Silver Level.

If Alan felt that he could ascend to heaven and reach the peak of silver before solving his soul problem.

So now, Allen felt that the golden rank was not unimaginable.

After all, Allen now has met the standards, both hard and soft power.

If the time is better and the opportunity has come, he may have longed for something.

However, although he was happy for this, Allen's attention was not at all distracted, his expression was still cold, and he focused on dealing with the enemy in front of him.

"It is worthy of being a species of the Seurias family. You are very strong, and I am not your opponent."

Myrock looked at Allen and smiled.

The smile was a little gloomy, but it didn't seem disappointed, or disappointed, on the contrary, there was a hint of extremely shallow pride.

It seems that the great achievements are about to be completed!

"But, do you have time to stop me?"

As he said that, Myrock suddenly cut his wrist, and the blood that was as red as blood jade dripped down like lead and mercury.

It seemed that seeing this speed was too slow, Mylock activated his originally slow heartbeat, vigorously stimulating the blood in his body, causing the wound on his wrist to expand, and the blood flowed surging and ejaculated.

Seeing this, Allen's pupils shrank slightly and he thought it was not good.

However, before he could react, the blood penetrated the blood-like light and landed on the altar.

The magic energy circuit, which seemed to be weathered and became rough, revived in an instant, and became bright like the node of the electric light node.

The bad premonition became stronger and stronger. The knife was slashed and the heavy slashing failed to hit Milok as he said he had expected, but was blocked by the sudden scarlet light curtain.

Allen's face remained unchanged, but his heart sank.

He already understood what the other party was thinking.

Since you can't confrontate yourself, try every means to delay time.

As long as he cannot destroy the ceremony, the final winner will still be Milock and the conservatives who joined forces with him.

As for the price, as long as it can be successful, everything will be worth it.

But even though he knew, Alan had no way to break the deadlock in a short period of time.

Myrock uses the blood that contains his own life force as energy to supply the altar under his feet and recharge it.

This is a light curtain that is now completely broken.

The so-called "Entertainment" cannot be broken, but that it cannot be broken in a short period of time.

But now, what he lacks is time.

【What to do? What to do…】

He was anxious, but the slash in Allen's hand was not stopped at all.

Suddenly, Allen seemed to remember something, opened the property panel, looked at the [Destroy Mountain] on it, and showed a smile of darkness.

The long sword slashed down, and it looked like a sky, and it was at its peak.

However, this time, the target of the decimation was no longer Milock.

But, the altar under his feet.

"It's useless, this altar is..."

"How could it be?"

An unbelievable voice came from Miloch's mouth.
Chapter completed!