Alice took some time out and slinked to Willet's side. All the people who stayed behind gathered around the unconscious Magic Guild Master who was knocked unconscious after using a concealment formation.

In any case, everyone has made what they think is the right choice. In the eyes of others, this may be stupid, uneconomical, or ridiculous.

Everyone has different values, concepts and character choices. Everyone is not fighting to win the name of a hero, nor is it just to live a little longer, so they never think about giving up.

People live in this world, and as a magician who is respected by all people, he must always have something he wants to stick to in order to have the motivation to live in this world.

Sacrificing one's life for righteousness, not only in the human world, but also in different universes and worlds, there will be a group of people who value righteousness, even if they are afraid of life and death, and are afraid of despair and disaster.

But at a critical moment, they are willing to stand up and never regret their decision...

Even if my choice leads to death, I will not abandon my friends and inner perseverance and become a human puppet without faith or ideals.

Facing everything in life numbly.

Everyone's heart is beating violently, and the blood flowing under the soft skin is as hot as a burning flame...

Under the huge crisis, under the heavy pressure like a mountain, under the dark and desperate sky, they held their heads high and used every ounce of their strength to guard the top of the tower. Their legs seemed to be nailed to the ground.

The nails were struck by the waves of monsters that came one after another like waves.

Never take a step back!

Alice fought side by side with the eleven wizards. Although everyone's will was very strong, like an iron tree standing tall against the sky, they never took a step back. But the magic power would always be exhausted.

Every time a light attribute magic skill is released, part of the remaining magic power in the body will be reduced. Time seems to be deliberately slowed down. In the moment of struggling to support and not fall down, every minute and every second is long.

It makes people feel painful and tired.

And running out of magic power means that you will lose the ability to resist the attack of the screaming demon soul.

No one counts time. But everyone thinks that they must work hard to overcome the difficulties in front of them, even if the difficulties seem as huge as a mountain.

It seems difficult to cross

At the penultimate minute before the concealment magic circle was about to take effect, the body of a relatively thin magician suddenly swayed slightly, and fell forward silently under the dim halo of dusk. All the magic power in his body had been exhausted.

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When the magician was about to fall powerlessly from the edge of the tall tower spire, a white, thin but powerful hand stretched out from behind halfway, grabbed the magician's sleeve at the critical moment, and pulled him back hard.

He pulled the thin wizard back to the platform surrounding the spire from the swarming demon spirits.

That hand was wearing a white fingerless glove, and the back of the glove was printed with strange and mysterious runes that looked like a lion pattern. The owner of this hand was none other than Alice.

"Hang on!"

In the sight before coma, a head of gorgeous golden hair burst into view. Her face seemed to be favored by an angel and was too beautiful to be human. The little girl's clear and bright voice was full of concern.

The magician, who was thin and depleted of physical strength and magic power, tried hard to twitch his lips, as if to show a smile. But before he could succeed, the boundless darkness instantly overwhelmed his weak consciousness...

More and more people fell, and more and more people lost the ability to fight. When they lasted until the last thirty seconds, only Alice and two wizards were left who could continue fighting.

There were only three of them, but there was a steady stream of screaming demon spirits flying upwards. The huge pressure as heavy as a mountain pressed on the remaining three people, making them almost breathless.

They not only have to defend the top of the tower, but also work hard to protect those around them from harm. This is undoubtedly a difficult and difficult task.

The three people were breathing very heavily, and the hearts in their chests seemed to jump out of their throats and spurt out of their mouths.

My throat was even more burning and uncomfortable, and my lips were chapped, as if they were on the water-starved ground in a drought-ridden area. There were cracks, and the red liquid flowing out of the mouth tasted fishy and salty, and was as heavy as tears.

In the last ten seconds, the only person left who could fight was the nine-year-old Alice.

The petite and thin body of the blond little witch stands on the top of the giant tower, and the blue light of her gloves has never been extinguished.

During this period of time, Alice has been using the power of controlled amplification to forcibly improve her combat capabilities.

At the same time, she also released her own spiritual power, covering the entire spire and the platform around the spire, locking every screaming demon soul.

The demon sword in his hand continued to cut through the air, causing ear-piercing screams and blurry afterimages. At the critical moment, the screaming demon soul that flew up was knocked away dozens of meters away.

Sometimes because there are too many, Alice must output a large amount of magic power in a short period of time, and the force of the knock-up will be greater, so strong that it can knock the screaming demon soul hundreds of meters away!

Three seconds left.

Alice switched out a golden round lion shield with her right hand, and used the summoned shield as her third arm to defend against the sneak attack of the screaming demon soul.

The Howling Demon Soul was photographed at once!

Two seconds left.

Alice used the lion's roar to repel the screaming demon soul that had rushed up and wanted to attack the unconscious wizard. At the same time, she did not forget to control the golden lion buckler from the air to fly away the ugly demon that was preparing to attack her.

The last second.

Alice's dazzling golden hair was flying in the twilight evening wind, her swords were spinning in the air, and the circular sword energy was rushing in all directions, like a mountain torrent, like a tsunami, the momentum was rolling, and the edge was bound to appear.

Black Gold Secret Skill: Full Moon Slash!

The round sword light is like a full moon, its brilliance is so bright that everything loses its color, becoming the most dazzling existence in the twilight sky.

The screaming demon soul hit by Full Moon Slash instantly turned into black particles and exploded under the sword light. Like the dust that filled the sky after a disaster, it lost the ability to continue doing evil and turned into a lonely nothingness.

The sky was already very dark, and the afterglow of the setting sun was barely visible. The night wind carried the coldness and the smell of flesh and blood, blowing across the top of the giant tower that was lonely after the fierce battle. The little blond witch stood leaning on the sword, with long hair and broken black magic.

The robe flaps in the wind.

She was the only one who fought to the end.

He also protected his friends of different ages around him. When the last second passed, the jade phoenix on the spire suddenly bloomed with ice-blue light. This light was like a shining star, and like a blue

As bright and dazzling as the sun.

An astonishing cold air spreads from the jade phoenix, and the cold blue light illuminates the dim world as bright as day.

After the clouds touched by the light froze for two seconds, white snowflakes suddenly fell down, and heavy snow fell from the sky hundreds of meters in radius. It was poignant and beautiful on the desperate ruins.

The blue light suddenly converged and returned to the giant tower. The tower was wrapped in blue light, like a baby wrapped in a quilt, tightly.

The bright blue light shone again, and the entire outer layer of the giant tower was frozen with a thick layer of ice, glowing with a smooth, bright and clear cold light in the hazy moonlight.

Alice stood on the edge of the top of the tower and looked down. The screaming demon souls that had not yet rushed up were still on the side walls of the giant tower.

The whole body of the Screaming Demonic Soul was covered in dark blue ice, and pieces were stuck to the hard and cold stone wall, like hawthorns wrapped in syrup, and could only remain motionless like a bunch of candied haws at the mercy of others.

This scene was still very spectacular. Alice let out a surprised sigh, then raised the sharp arc of her mouth with a cold light in her hand, and wiped out all the screaming demon souls stuck to the wall.

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The eyes of the frozen Screaming Demon Soul could still move. It watched the roaring dark golden secret energy fireball, but had no way to dodge. The body became very fragile under the extreme cold, and Alice was easily killed.

The attack shattered into black particles.

After death, the screaming demon soul turns into black particles and falls from the sky, mixed with the goose feather snow, and looks like dancing black and white snowflakes in the moonlight. No matter how long it floats, it will eventually return to the earth.

What Alice didn't know was that while the black and white snowflakes were flying, there was a person standing quietly in the shadow of a ruin.

Rather than being a person, it is more like an erratic shadow. Although he is standing in the shadow, it does not look like he is standing there. He looks insubstantial and seems to disappear at any time...

"Human nature is indeed something that cannot stand the test. All those who fail to meet the standards should die."

The shadow let out an inaudible sigh, the voice was hoarse and low, and as dark as a dark, lightless night shrouded in clouds.

It seemed like he was talking about a normal thing, but his tone was as cold as the ice of hell. After saying that, the shadow raised his hand and made a slow fist-clenching motion in mid-air.

Such movements are slow and resolute, as if if the hand held not air but a stone, the hard stone would be crushed to pieces.

After completing this action, the shadow let out a long and playful chuckle, and then dissipated like smoke in a gust of evening wind...

At the same time, more than a dozen senior magicians who had successfully escaped into the tower and were not killed by the attack of the screaming demon soul, as well as several wizards who had volunteered but escaped in the face of the battle, suddenly widened their eyes and stretched out their hands tremblingly in unison.

He grabbed his own neck.

Their eyes were full of fear and disbelief. In their staring eyes, the dark pupils were tightened with fear and panic. The white eyeballs were instantly covered with dense scarlet blood filaments, and the slender blood filaments were like swimming in a snake's den.

His poisonous tongue kept crawling inside his eyeballs.

The magicians who held their throats subconsciously opened their mouths, trying to shout for help, but no sound came out. Even if they made a sound, the other people who were watching indifferently would not have any sympathy for them.

Leaving behind the Magic Guild Master, Alice, and so many companions, and sneaking back in order to survive, the people waiting in the tower have long been angry.

Just because the opponent is numerous and powerful, most people dare not speak out in anger.

Instead, Alice's friends, Pauline, Ying Yuan, Ying Xue and Andrew all stood up, but they were almost killed because they angered the greedy wizard.

Seeing the guys who were still aggressive just now suddenly stretched out their hands and grabbed their own throats with strange and stiff movements. Although they didn't know exactly what the reason was, everyone felt that these people deserved their crimes.

"Save...save...me!"

The old man with a colorful beard who ran out first had his skinny hands tightly clasped around his neck. The veins on his forehead and throat were bulging, and his expression was ferocious.

The whining sound coming from the throat is like a vicious dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy when it is desperate for mercy. People can't help but despise it.

Under the huge shadow of fear, the colorful bearded magician saw the coming of death, and he began to cry more and more uncontrollably.

Big tears overflowed from the red eye circles, the narrowed pupils were trembling violently, and the two legs that were barely standing were trembling.

A pool of yellow stains flowed out from under the magic robe, and a pungent smell of urine hit his face. The old man, who had looked indifferent just now, and said that he would target anyone if he felt something wrong, was now facing the huge threat of death.

Being frightened to the point of incontinence in the shadows is ridiculous and hateful, but not pitiful at all.

It's a pity that no matter how much the old man with a gray beard asked for help, cried, or trembled in fear, the hand holding his throat did not hesitate at all.

The voice sounded.
To be continued...