Thresh stared at Mo Tie with green eyes. He turned the iron hook in his hand, circle after circle, maintaining a state that could be thrown out at any time.

"Tell me, mortal! Are you ready to come in?"

Thresh raised the lantern with his other hand and placed it next to his head. The dark green light inside the lantern made his thin cheeks particularly terrifying.

Mo Tie smiled relaxedly: "I still want to install me with a broken lantern?"

Thresh also smiled: "Hehehehe, ignorant mortal!"

As he said that, he turned his lantern around and instantly flew out countless green lights from the bottom of the lantern. They quickly spread with Threstone as the center, forming a hexagonal green light area, surrounding Mo Tie.

"It seems that you haven't escaped, hehehe..." Thresh chuckled proudly.

Mo Tie felt that after being surrounded by this green light, he felt like he jumped into a glue pool, and his actions were greatly hindered. It was obviously just some green light, but it showed such a strong stickiness.

Interestingly, is this the magic of the undead? He smiled.

The power and agility attributes provided by the perfect superman body far exceeds that of any king-level profession in this world. Even in Thresh's proud magic skills, Mo Tie can still keep moving quickly.

He raised his hand and pointed his sword at Threstone, his actions were not stagnant compared to when he killed the undead skeleton before.

The light in the hexagonal green light area even gathered on his forearm, trying to exert greater resistance to him, but it was useless.

Thresh was shocked. This was a situation he had never encountered before. Someone could swim freely in the pain and howling of the soul!

"Who are you?" he asked in a hoarse and cold voice.

Mo Tie's habit is that when he lifts the sword, he will shut up his mouth.

His sword was like a bright star, shaking the air in the dark black fog and the dismal green light, pointing straight to Thresh's heart.

"bite!"

With a crisp sound, the sword in Mo Tie's hand was broken!

Thresh smiled cruelly on the corner of his mouth, and he said with a ferocious look: "I don't know how many years I have never felt the sting. Every scream of the soul has brought me strong protection. You are far from enough."

Mo Tie looked through the gap in the broken sword and judged that it was caused by excessive force. Although he had not used all his strength yet, this Demacia metal was not famous for its strength.

He looked at Thunder's chest again, the skin there was shriveled and dull, not even a white mark.

Is it true that kind of skill? Mo Tiexin thought that there are several magical existences in the Valorand continent, and they can continue to become stronger as the battle time extends, without a limit!

Thresh is one of them. He relies on the soul magic that has been exploring for a hundred years - he can transform the souls in the lantern into armor and magic powers.

The attribute of armor is easy to understand and is used to fight against Mo Tie's physical attack just now.

Magical power is a bit abstract. In a simple explanation, the arcane bomb emitted by Zelas is a magical power attack, which can cause relative intensity damage in the form of some energy.

The magic power of soul magic is reflected in the damage to life bodies.

For example, after Thresh blocked Mo Tie's sword, he finally threw out the hook that had been spinning in his hand.

"Click!"

Mo Tie was shocked to find that the originally iron hook had actually penetrated his flesh and blood, but it did not cause damage to his skin, as if it was not his body, but his soul.

At the same time, he felt a headache, as if he was paralyzed, and his whole body was frozen.

"Xiao Tie, what's going on?" Mo Tie asked in his consciousness, enduring the pain and paralysis.

"Well... I don't know, your body is fine," Xiao Tie guessed after some tests, "Is it true that the person in Thresh's hook is the soul?"

"What? Isn't there a system in my soul? Shouldn't it be the safest place? The big guys with systems in the world are inviolable in the spiritual realm." Mo Tie shouted.

"No, correct it. It's not the system in your soul, it's your soul in your system. And from the state of the clone, it can be seen that each individual is an independent existence. As long as the system does not interfere, they are complete living organisms." Xiao Tie Youran said.

"Damn it, then in front of Thresh, my magic resistance is basically zero." Mo Tie said in shock.

He had already felt the pain from his soul, including now, still bursts of pain in his mind.

The perfect superhuman body is useless. He has never seen the mysterious attack when constructing this set of genes.

"This is difficult. We don't have the means to fight against this kind of soul attack." Xiao Tie muttered.

"Is Charles' telepathy good either?"

"Thoughts do not equal souls, and they do not have defensive capabilities." Xiao Tie denied.

"Where is the power of Yumier's giant?" Mo Tie had an idea.

"Your gene has already loaded the power of the ancestor giant. Do you think it is useful?"

There is nothing wrong with it.

Mo Tie endured the torn pain in his mind and thought about the solution.

If he violently becomes a giant of 30,000 feet violently, kick Threstone back to his hometown in Shadow Island, and he will never be controlled by Threstone.

...Not necessarily, this kind of soul thing is indefinite. He can understand this best when controlling those clones far away from all over the world.

Just as Mo Tie was thinking, Thresh took the next move. He pulled the green chain and "Crack" and Mo Tie felt that he could not help but move forward two steps forward, and then saw Thresh, who was dozens of meters away, quickly approaching him like a ghost.

Hua Ke, isn’t this Thresh’s second-stage Q skill?

After approaching Mo Tie, the Threstone skillfully swung the lantern, and a large soul hit him.

Mo Tie felt that there seemed to be thousands of personal faces in front of him. They were of different genders and ages, but each face showed a painful expression, with distorted facial features, and exuded resentment of hatred or regret.

They turned into soul attacks and came towards Mo Tie.

Mo Tie had no power to resist this, and he was still paralyzed by the iron hook.

A large amount of negative emotions rushed into his consciousness instantly.

Thresh's attack is not just to pour pure regret and resentment into other people's minds, but to guide the deep self-hate hidden in the soul through his magical undead magic.

The richer the experience and the broader the knowledge, the more likely people to suffer greater harm.

After all, except for innocent children, who can touch the conscience and say that they have never done anything they have missed?

At least among the countless souls he was restrained, none of them.
Chapter completed!