Thunder smiled sinisterly, and kept exerting force in his hand, tightening the chains on Mo Tie's body bit by bit. He had already seen Mo Tie's expression gradually calming. This was probably a sign of confusion and could be harvested later.

However, Mo Tie actually opened his eyes, staring at the green and faint Thresh, and looked up and down.

He spoke: "I'm curious, where did you learn your undead magic?"

Well? Thresh was shocked. He saw that Mo Tie was clear-headed and seemed to have escaped his soul-questioning, but how could this be possible?

Mo Tie let out a long breath, as if he had exhaled his depression for many years. He suddenly laughed and said, "Forget it, I won't ask you about such a sinister method. It's useless to learn it. It's not as good as my own."

He turned to look at the black fog around him, feeling bored. He originally wanted to expand his ability system, but now he felt that no matter how he was, he could not eat anything. If he really wanted to learn the evil undead magic of Shadow Island, he might become a thing like Thresh, which is neither human nor ghost.

"Old Mo, stop talking nonsense. You don't have much health anymore, fuck him!" Xiao Tie shouted in his mind.

"It doesn't matter, let's replace me with an elf body. I just figured it out. Although the body strength of the elf is average, the Middle Earth continent can be said to be the birthplace of Western magic. The elves representing light should be born with restraint against the creatures like the undead." Mo Tie explained clearly.

"Ah, yes." Xiao Tie woke up, "Most of the League of Legends are still mortal bodies, and all attributes are against the will of heaven. You don't need to hold on to the superhuman body all day long. The light elves are enough."

Mo Tie nodded. He just thought that League of Legends was not the first mysterious world he experienced, but Middle-earth continent.

However, there was no systematic power in that place, it was entirely dependent on bloodline and talent, and it was later covered up by the exaggerated powerful genes of other worlds, and he never remembered it for a while.

But it is undeniable that the elves representing the world's first light are born with positive magic affinity.

Sure enough, Mo Tie's body rolled in flesh and blood. After the elf's body was online, he immediately reacted to Thresh's undead magic.

His body emitted a soft white light, dispelling the black mist and green light around him like the dawn dawn.

Thresh's Netherworld Prison was destroyed without any attack. The green light in the hexagonal area fell on the red iron sheet like a piece of snowflakes, and disappeared without a sound.

The chains on Mo Tie's body no longer seemed painful, as if they had turned into ordinary iron chains, and fell to the ground with a slight trembling.

Thresh opposite him even screamed and covered his eyes, his faint green hair drooped, like a long-haired old dog falling into the water.

"My...eyes, ahhhhh."

No matter how stingy he was, Mo Tie lifted the broken sword in his hand and pressed Threstone's heart, and a simple tripping knocked him to the ground.

Threstone fell to the ground, with a broken sword pressing on his chest, and his eyes couldn't see it, and he couldn't help but feel scared and made a meaningless scream.

Mo Tie tried to penetrate the broken sword into his chest, but found that the shriveled skin was very strong and there was no change at all.

Is this the armor strengthened by the soul? Mo Tie thought to himself that his attack on Thresh did not meet the standard of armor-breaking, so naturally he could not cause damage to Thresh.

In this case, what if the souls imprisoned by Thresh are liberated? Mo Tie looks at the lantern in Thresh's hand...

"Click!"

A crisp sound came to Thresh's ears. He carefully identified it before suddenly realizing that there was no glass here, except for the lantern in his hand!

Originally, this lantern was just the prison wall lamp he had been with. When Shadow Island changed drastically, he was transformed into this form by a mysterious force, so he picked up the wall lamp as a container for his soul to imprison.

But after all, the material of this thing is just a glass lamp.

So it broke and was stomped by Mo Tie.

Many souls imprisoned by Threstone were freed. They were prisoners, natives, travelers, fishermen on Shadow Island, and even Bilgewater residents who were collected by Threstone in the night of Soul Erosion.

All were released.

Most of them had no intelligence, and only green light spots were left to rush out of the lanterns, and then they met Mo Tie, who was emitting white light, and turned into ashes one by one.

At the same time, Thresh's body declined at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his soul maintained his state. Now that these souls are gone, he naturally cannot last.

Before Mo Tie could use force, the broken sword in his hand inadvertently stabbed Threstone's heart.

"Ho...ho..."

Thresh struggled in pain, but he was weak and could not lift Mo Tie, who was pressing him, gradually losing his vitality.

Behind him, Lucian, who was paying attention to the battle through the fortress window, couldn't help but slap the iron door and wanted to rush out.

Mo Tie issued an order in his heart, and the iron door opened wide.

Lucian rushed over and threw himself at the broken lantern. He wanted to use his hand to push away his dense soul and find Sena, but it was useless. Those green spots of light passed through his body, as if they were not in the same dimension as him.

"No...no, Senna! Senna! Where are you, which one are you?"

Lucian cried in pain, his eyes blurred with tears, and he felt that the green spots in front of him were all foggy, like fireflies passing through gauze, drifting and swaying.

Mo Tie stood up and gasped for a few breaths. His pure elf body was not as good as the pseudo-elf with fifty tons of power he used in Middle Earth. He was a little tired after all his skills.

Of course, this is also related to the white light that has been emitted on him. This white light consumes his physical strength. Unfortunately, it is passive ability, and it will be stimulated when encountering the darkness around him.

He couldn't save any effort.

Lucian was twitching in a hurry. He just wanted to find Sena, but it seemed that there was no effect. These green spots looked no different.

Mo Tie approached, and he wanted to pat Lucian on the shoulder and comfort him.

But before he could speak, the green light spots in the lantern on the ground rushed towards him like crazy, and the white light that touched him and melted away.

Mo Tie could feel that these light spots were consuming his power. If he kept letting these things gather, he would sooner or later die.

This is like Thresh's last obsession, which not only wants these souls to be buried with him, but also makes things difficult for Mo Tie.

"It's so stupid."

Mo Tie muttered, and with a wave of his hand, ten pure-blooded elves appeared around him, standing in circles around the lanterns like ten high-power incandescent lamps.
Chapter completed!