Pillars of Ita

Chapter 1181 Two people

Several figures were moving through the woods. As they fled, they looked back and saw a huge creature moving slowly in the misty forest.

But it seemed to move slowly, but each step was huge, so it followed closely behind the group. In front of that thing, there were countless withered tree people, who moved faster, and from time to time shot out a silver-gray vine arm to wrap around the obstacles in front of them, allowing them to move across the terrain, extremely flexible.

From a distance, it looked more like a silver tide covering the ground, bypassing the rocks, and swallowing up everything in their way.

"Giovanni," someone shouted, "they're following us!"

The young man who was called turned around and looked at the people who followed him. He stretched out his hand to the shield guard who called him and said, "Give me the thing, I will stop them."

"No," the man said, panting a little, shaking his head, "I can't run any more, let me do it."

"Do you have more resurrections?"

"I have three more."

"Then I'll leave it to you." Giovanni looked at the other party and nodded.

Without saying anything, the man turned around and put up a large shield on the ground. The investigation team promised to give him double compensation, but he didn't care about that. Instead, he felt very excited about it.

The Silver Wind Watchers rely on their closer ties with Parliament and the Alliance to pretend to be an official organization. People outside have long been fed up with these people.

What's more -

Giovanni looked back and saw from afar that the withered tree men shot out a vine arm at the other party, which accurately wrapped around the other party's large shield. Then more vines wrapped around him and blew away his large shield.

A vine wrapped around the opponent's thigh, and then there was a flash of light, the light produced by the explosion of gray crystal. The explosion raised countless silver dust into the sky, which fell down in succession and formed a mist.

The material inside is the same as that used to make Aimaya's holy emblem, silver-gray wood blessed by the unicorn girl.

Giovanni immediately turned around and said to the others, "We don't have much time left. There are only two minutes at most before the fog dissipates. Speed ​​up."

Everyone quickened their pace at the same time.

……

Lian, Ailuoya and Merel were surrounding the central gray branch, which was the only branch left from the heart of the Holy White Tree.

It had already died, and even if it was stained with ash, it would not be possible for it to grow back into a towering disaster branch. However, the three of them drew a small ritual circle around it.

Three holy emblems made of different materials were placed in three directions of the heart of the tree. The holy emblem of the elven princess was silver-grey, taken from the heart of the oldest oak tree, and reinforced with magic and blessings. The elven saint personally performed a ritual for it, infiltrating the dew of the Holy White Forest into it, making the blessed wood become tight and strong, like steel.

The holy emblems of Ailuoya and Merel are made from the most ordinary wicker wood, which have been cast with magic and woven into the shape of a unicorn. It is the sacred animal of Ailuoya and also the symbol of the unicorn girl.

Faela and Ellowin also joined the battle, and when someone tried to launch an attack on the flank of the survey team, one of the two elven guards drew his bow and arrow with an elegant posture.

He released the bowstring, and the arrow flew through the gap above a knight's kite-shaped shield like a meteor, and shot into the hole in his helmet.

The knight screamed and fell on his back. A Nightingale rushed over and dragged him back to be treated by a priest.

Ellowin drew his bow again and shot an arrow at the priest, but a shield guard raised his shield to block his way, causing the arrow to hit the shield.

Then the man swung his sword, prompting the others to launch a round of attack.

Faela held up a large shield and held a spear to block Ellowen's way. Ellowen also threw away his long sword and drew out his two swords, ready to meet the enemy.

Among the three elf girls, only Ailuoya seemed a little nervous. She looked towards the battlefield from time to time, and the magical flames intertwined and reflected in her field of vision.

Lian's eyes were calm, as if she was completely focused on the ceremony. The elven princess was so focused that when a beam of fire arrow flew over the heads of the three people, it only lit up her heavy eyes.

Like the refraction of a gem.

She turned her head, looked at the girl beside her, and said, "Merrill, are you ready?"

Meryl, who was standing by, felt a little calm. The grief she had been unable to suppress had gone away, leaving only a sense of responsibility, a sense of responsibility towards these people, towards her friends, towards herself - towards the leader:

"I'm ready, but this gray branch..."

"I will try to make it assimilate our aura, but I can't do it alone. During this process, the will of the Holy Tree will descend, and it will definitely alarm the Gray Branch."

"I need you to use your will to block the perception of the sacred tree. I will ensure your safety during this process, but if you fail, our spell will be ineffective."

Lian's gaze stayed on Meryl: "This is difficult, but you are the purest and most determined unicorn girl I have ever seen in Linoril. In some aspects, you are even better than me - Meryl, I believe you can do it."

"your Highness……"

Meryl nodded slightly.

An indescribable feeling rose from the heart of Her Royal Highness the Princess. Those who were willing to believe in her, her innocence and naivety, their eyes intertwined with each other, forming a heavy responsibility.

And that heavy burden is now on her shoulders, "Meryl, thank you for forgiving my willfulness."

She had already made a vow in her heart that she would avenge Linseya, not as the Elf Princess of the Elf Court, but as the founder of the Holy Maiden Society.

Their companion, best friend, and leader.

Lian turned her head and looked in one direction, thick smoke and flames reflected in her heavy eyes. The thick smoke had already covered most of the battlefield, with red lightning flashing from time to time.

The air was also filled with the smell of sulfur, and in this direction one could even feel the scent of burning flames. The high temperature seemed to have raised the temperature of the entire forest by several degrees.

She knew in her heart that the true outcome of this battle should be decided there, by a Silver Rank—but for some reason, she was more willing to trust the young alchemist.

The young alchemist that the Elf Princess was concerned about was currently fighting with the Gray Hellhound assassin.

AshClaw and Daryl crossed paths, and one of his swords almost knocked the greatsword out of Miss Catman's hand. Not only that, the sword almost cut her neck.

Even though he blocked it with the greatsword, a wound was still left on his arm. Daliel's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and rose-colored blood slid down the hilt.

AshClaw turned into thick smoke, and his voice seemed to be everywhere in this world of smoke. "Haven't you realized yet? You are no match for me, little girl. Even if I attack you head-on, you still can't stop me—"

"Then why don't you attack head-on? Are you afraid?"

Daryl sneered in response, showing her snow-white fangs, and her emerald eyes flashed with contempt, "Why don't you release your hellhound? Is it because the power of the law is not enough?"

AshClaw was touched in the sore spot and snorted coldly, "Your sharp words can't change your situation. I'm so calm because I'm waiting for the spell to be completed. What are you waiting for? Waiting to die?"

"I'm waiting for you to reveal a flaw!" Daryl roared, and suddenly took a step forward in the direction she had identified and slashed with a sword.

But she made a wrong judgment, and the sword in her hand only cut through the smoke and hit nothing. Moreover, she used all her strength in this sword, but it revealed the flaw behind her.

A cloud of smoke transformed into a human figure behind her, holding an elven rapier, and stabbed at her back. AshClaw's voice was still smug, "I think you are the one who exposed the flaw-"

But his voice stopped abruptly.

The sword in his hand pierced into Tayler's vest without any hindrance, and even pierced through the magic furnace behind her, but it was like stabbing a clay statue, and Tayler was split in the middle.

The female knight broke into countless pieces of earth, which scattered all over the ground with a loud bang. The fragments on the ground seemed like a malicious joke, mercilessly mocking him.

A sound of wind came from behind his head, but AshClaw never used his full strength, and he immediately turned into a cloud of smoke again and blended into the dark environment.

The greatsword came from behind him, cutting through him evenly, but it only stirred up the smoke and dust, splitting it in two.

"What the hell?"

Although AshClaw avoided the attack, he was still quite surprised. He could see that Daryl, who was pierced by him, was more like a golem.

A construct.

But any construct will turn into mud after being shattered, and the clay golem is not in this form, not to mention that the fragments are turning into sand in a form visible to the naked eye.

That battle craftsman again?

AshClaw turned around and tried to find traces of Tracis in the smoke, but he did not find the fairy lady, but saw Fang He the next moment.

On the other side of the smoke.

Fang He no longer wanted to pretend with the gray hellhound assassin. He threw away the magic wand he was using to pretend and raised the magic gloves.

AshClaw saw this scene from afar, and how could he not realize that he had been tricked? He was about to go in that direction - but suddenly, a strange ripple swept past him.

Then AshClaw heard a buzzing sound, as if something was blown to pieces. The crystallized ground in front of him seemed to be stroked by an invisible hand, and the crystallized surface turned into powder in an instant.

It took him a moment to realize that someone had released a sonic boom nearby, but before he could react to what the spell meant, a greatsword stabbed at him from the side.

And this time, Daryl finally guessed right -

On the other side of the fog - Tianlan was hurriedly putting down her seven-stringed feather harp. She watched her spell take effect in the fog. The beams attenuated on objects of different materials and produced echoes.

Then the simply modified wind element detector lit up immediately, and where the beam was formed on the crystal, the poet felt as if she was fished out of the water and breathed a sigh of relief.

  She immediately shouted:

"Found it, found it!"

"Coordinates!" The Papara people were furious.

"Oh, G671N319, W...W71°, about sixty feet."

Without thinking, Fang He sent a signal there, then he waved his hand, and a row of dragon hunters with red light in their eyes slowly walked out from behind him.

A flash of golden flame appeared on his shoulder, and Nini appeared there with her little tail curled up. She shook her golden flame, showing her little fangs, and looked ahead with a belligerent look.

AshClaw was a little annoyed by the female knight's persistence, but just when he was about to force her away with a sword, a sharp scream came from far away.

He subconsciously moved to the side, and a crossbow arrow flew past his original position and nailed to the ground not far away, with its wings still shaking.

AshClaw was shocked. How did the other party find out that he was here? Was it just a coincidence?

But he didn't have much time to think, because Daryl swung his sword again to block him.

AshClaw finally couldn't bear it anymore. A black flame ignited on the elven rapier in his hand. He rushed towards the opponent and stabbed Daryl in the heart with the sword.

But the female knight took a step back and created a clone in front of him. The clone seemed to be made of clay, rising from the ground and slashing at him with a sword.

AshClaw didn't quite understand the principle behind this scene, but he didn't need to understand it. The purpose of the illusion was to confuse people. This clone generated in front of him made him sneer.

Could a clone still pose any threat to him with the greatswordsman's double-edged cross slash, or could it break his defense with ordinary attacks?

But the clone seemed to have heard his thoughts and immediately proved it to him. It threw the greatsword in its hand towards him with great force. The greatsword spun in the air and flew towards him like a windmill.

AshClaw was almost stunned, the greatswordsman was not a Nightingale - they had daggers on them that they could throw at any time, and if the greatsword slipped out of their hands it would mean exposing a fatal flaw - so their throwing skills were usually powerful and heavy, a trick that could kill the enemy in one blow.

He didn't dare to bet that it was a feint, so he could only draw back the sword and strike back. When there was a loud bang, the huge sword was bounced away, and the power coming from his hand did not seem fake.

But before he could be surprised, Daryl had already chased after him with a sword from his left side. AshClaw hastily blocked the sword, and both of them flew out amidst the flying sparks.

This was the first time that AshClaw retreated during a sword fight. He still had the advantage in strength, but after a few rounds of fighting, his balance bar was almost empty.

Moreover, just as he landed on the ground, another sharp wind blew from behind him. AshClaw had no way to avoid it, so he could only draw out his other sword and slash with his backhand, splitting the flying crossbow arrow into two.

His heart sank.

Now it is completely certain that the other party has found out my location through some unknown means.

The continuous attacks made AshClaw's mind a little confused and he couldn't calm down. He had to force himself to calm down and try to find out what was wrong.

But at that moment, two strange structures suddenly rushed out from the smoke nearby.

Those constructs looked a bit like basic sword-wielders, but their entire bodies were covered with a layer of pale yellow crystals. They did not use long swords, but instead had a pair of slender gray-white claws.

The two constructs' visual crystals flashing red light swept in this direction and immediately spotted AshClaw nearby. They emitted a low mechanical sound and pounced in this direction.

AshClaw didn't even think twice before swinging his sword and slashing at one of the ancient king's guards.

The construct looked strange, but its movements were clumsy. Before it could react, he slashed it in the chest with a sword. It flew out like a cannonball, hit the ground and broke into pieces.

But what AshClaw never expected was that the construct immediately got up from the ground as if nothing had happened, grabbed an arm that was scattered on the ground, pulled it up to its body, and with a strong twist, inserted the thing into its shoulder.

Then the pale yellow crystals on its body flashed with light, wrapping the two together, and then the construct staggered towards this direction.

It looked like it had been seriously injured and was staggering, but after only a few steps, it was already jumping around again and rushing towards this direction.

AshClaw was stunned. He had seen too many strange things today, but this weird construct was still far beyond his expectations.

He immediately thought of something and swung his sword at the remaining construct. The sword light swept across the opponent's waist, splitting the upper and lower bodies into two and sweeping it away.

Then he withdrew and hid in the smoke.

This battle was full of strangeness for him, and he already felt a little threatened. He now had to figure out how the other party discovered him.

But at that moment, that familiar ripple came again.

It swept past him, and the resonance of the high-frequency sound waves caused several bottles of potions hanging around his waist to explode, and glass fragments and potions were scattered all over the ground.

At that moment, it was as if a flash of lightning passed through AshClaw's heart, and he instantly understood what had happened - sound waves.

"The flames of hell are shadows and thick fogs created on the realm of law, but the entity of law is the realm itself, not the smoke."

"But this does not mean that the smoke can be blown away, because in fact it is generated in that area all the time and will not enter any area outside the area."

"Any magic, ether or other detection methods from outside the domain can be blocked by the master of the law, but there are some exceptions -"

"The realm of law cannot prohibit the existence of matter in reality, breeze, air, rivers, water. Otherwise, the master of the law can seal everyone in it and suffocate them to death."

"But Hellfire can't do that."

"So Tianlan, have you figured it out?" "Huh?"

"It's the sound," Alisa shook her head. "Sound can penetrate the thick fog, so we can communicate inside. Similarly, it can be used to find the other party's location—"

"When we lost our physical bodies, we didn't turn into smoke or shadows, but simply hid in them," Miss Nightingale explained. "Otherwise, we should be invincible in that state and won't be harmed at all."

"But no matter how we move, there are some characteristics that remain the same. The echoes of sound will return to our location and reflect its characteristics back to us."

"Is it the same principle as the wind element detector?" Tianlan suddenly realized.

"It's the opposite of Tiangang," Fang He slapped his forehead, "That's called sonar, Tianlan."

But it is unrealistic to ask Miss Poet to act as a human sonar array, and her poetic abilities also make it impossible to do so.

But there are always some magical products in this world that have the same characteristics and principles as them, or even developed from them.

With Fang He's current level, he can easily make a small wind element detector by hand, and then transform it into the product from which his technological foundation originally came.

It's not complicated either.

Although it is very crude, it is enough to determine the opponent's approximate position and distance at close range.

The poet lady puffed the strings, trying to form the sharpest notes into a beam and concentrate them in one direction. The principle was a bit like one of the poet's spells - sonic explosion.

It is difficult for her to do this continuously, which is enough to prove that she has some talent in the field of poetry and has put in some hard work, but not much.

But she suddenly jumped up: "He, he, he is coming this way, help!"

"Don't be nervous!" the Paparar said to her.

But he himself became nervous first, and immediately jogged back with his crossbow in his arms, where he re-set the crossbow.

Tianlan said angrily: "Parker!"

"I can better protect you here. I'm a crossbow shooter!" The Paparal man confidently unfolded his crossbow.

Tianlan looked at the guy with gritted teeth.

However, in the smoke, AshClaw was not as calm as Tianlan thought. The moment he realized the problem, he had already found the poet lady who was causing trouble.

He left Gu Jun's guards behind and charged in that direction, only to see a red dot appear in the smoke, and a row of constructs he had never seen before walked out from there.

Almost the moment they saw AshClaw, they raised their magic guns and shot at him.

AshClaw could no longer bear it. He had been keeping his hands back because he was on guard against the wizard who had not yet made a move, in case the wizard suddenly appeared and tricked him like last time.

But now, before the wizard girl appeared, he already felt a new threat - even with the strength of the Silver Rank, her physical strength was not much better than that of an ordinary Chosen One.

His protection mainly comes from his law ability, his outstanding dodging and balance abilities due to his level, and his hiding ability.

But to be fair, the opponent's strength is not too bad, and he himself is not the kind of player who is good at head-on combat.

Facing Taliel, these strange constructs, and the opponent's ability that he still hasn't figured out, if it is a head-on battle, no matter how strict his defense is, there will always be times when he fails.

He was able to gain the upper hand by relying on his own law domain, the thick fog and black smoke produced by the hellfire, and his ability to hide, which was enough to give him an advantage in front of opponents of the same level.

But now, the other party not only noticed his weakness, but also found him out with unpretentious means.

When he was in the realm of laws, his level of protection was even worse than his normal state.

But AshClaw's first consideration was not to remove the domain. With his current level of power of law, once he removed the domain, it would probably be difficult for him to use it again.

What he naturally thought of was to kill the person who could find him and kill him.

But the opponent's continuous attempts to stop him finally made him a little anxious. Anxiety made him no longer so calm, and he didn't care about so much, so he just went all out.

AshClaw looked at the strange constructs blocking his way and pushed them forward.

An invisible force emerged from his left hand, and the shadow on the ground surged towards the dragon hunter in front like a wave. He had already demonstrated the thick smoke and flames in the hellfire area.

This was his trump card - Shadow. The reason why he was confident that even if the Star Weaver did not rescue him, he could still defeat Fang He and the others with heavy losses was because he had not used this trick yet.

Shadows formed a wall in his hands, blocking all the dragon hunters' bullets, and then he pushed forward, knocking most of the dragon hunters away.

Then AshClaw raised his sword again and slashed it horizontally. A dark flame engulfed seven or eight dragon hunters and burned them to ashes.

But this slight delay caused Daryl to catch up with him again. AshClaw was so angry that he threw the other elven rapier in his hand at Daryl.

Before the sword fell to the ground, it transformed into a hellhound that was more than two meters tall, covered in flames. It turned around and swept towards the cat lady with its whip-like tail.

The latter was caught off guard and was swept away.

AshClaw didn't even look behind him, nor did he retract his sword. He turned into a puff of smoke and ran towards Tianlan's direction - but before that, he was stopped by another person.

Mei stayed by Tianlan's side from beginning to end and never moved.

Tianlan kept reporting the other party's position behind her - it was getting closer and closer to them. When the knight looked up, she just saw a thick smoke mixed with flames sweeping out from the fog.

She thrust her makeshift shield into the ground, and a shield of light spread out to the left and right with her as the center, forming a wing. The wing gently folded, surrounding her, Tianlan, and the Paparar people.

Forming a silver barrier.

"Seeking your own death!"

AshClaw roared, and a sword emerged from the billowing smoke, slashing at the Knight Lady.

He was determined to kill the poet, and everything that stood in his way was dust.

May's teacher is the Holy Lady of September, whose religious name is Rhea Senar, the Alliance's First Guard Knight, the solid wall of the earth, and the insurmountable shield.

But she was just an ancient knight, and an apprentice at that. He would not take such a little girl seriously.

Tianlan was standing behind Mei, watching the sword that almost spanned the sky and earth. The dark flames seemed to swallow up all the light around it. He was so frightened that he almost lost the ability to think.

  Only the Knight Lady was not afraid. She raised her halberd and thrust it forward. Her answer was resounding:

"Ore V'as Thar (The noble must die)!"

  And why fear death?

With a loud roar, the halberd spun out and flew past the Paparar's scalp, scaring the man so much that he fell off the crossbow.

The halberd finally swung and stuck into the ground behind.

The big shield in May's hand also shattered into pieces, the silver barrier shattered into pieces, and the knight lady flew out from another direction and crashed into the carriage formation in that direction.

She crashed in from one side and flew out from the other side, rolling to the ground.

AshClaw knocked Mei away with just one sword, then swung his hand back, summoning a shadow that spread out from under his feet and lashed towards Tianlan like a whip.

Miss Poet couldn't hide at all.

She flew up with a scream, flew high up, then fell heavily to the ground. She couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood - but fortunately she had recently upgraded, so she didn't die.

However, the unfortunate seven-stringed feather harp in her hand also flew out of her hand and broke into two pieces again.

Another team of dragon hunters emerged from the fog at this time. Under Fang He's command, they raised their guns and aimed at AshClaw.

The latter didn't care. Instead, he looked at Fang He not far away, smiled at him triumphantly, and raised the elven rapier in his hand to make a provocative gesture of wiping his neck.

The next moment, flames burst out and the flying bullets passed through AshClaw's body, but only hit a cloud of scattered smoke. AshClaw once again turned into thick smoke and flew towards the sky blue.

He intends to root out the problem completely.

And this time, no one would find him.

AshClaw even wanted to laugh out loud for a moment.

But he couldn't laugh for a moment. He never thought that he would have such a hard time dealing with a group of insignificant guys. Where did these people come from?

But Fang He did not respond to him.

He simply took out the communication crystal and shouted, "Jita, now!"

AshClaw was too familiar with this sentence, even deeply engraved in his mind. He almost realized that he was too complacent and forgot that the other party had a trump card.

A huge sense of uneasiness immediately enveloped him, causing him to hesitate for a moment in mid-air, and just that moment of careless movement was enough for Tianlan in front of him to react.

Miss Poet is actually quite clever, but she no longer has any musical instrument.

  How to do?

Tianlan's mind was in turmoil at that moment, but it seemed that there was only that destined choice. Yes, she... she also knew a few songs.

Although her brother Ed strictly forbade her to use it.

  But she didn't care about so many things. To inspire courage? To be full of passion? Or a collection of jokes by Solphis? A sonnet? No, only this one was the most suitable:

Banshee's Requiem!

If she remembered correctly, the song was used to dispel illusions. It was useless in this environment, but the only benefit was -

Simple, loud enough.

Tianlan hesitated only for a moment. No, she didn't even hesitate. She immediately opened her mouth and compressed the breath out from her chest, which eventually gathered into a ridiculous song.

Although the Banshee's Requiem is pronounced in a shrill voice, it utilizes an extremely beautiful high pitch.

  And what does that song sound like?

It felt like seventy or eighty iron scratchers were scratching the blackboard back and forth, and like a thousand banshees were hovering over the forest, rubbing AshClaw's head against the ground repeatedly.

Even with the patience of this Silver Rank, he couldn't help but lose his concentration for a moment. In addition, his mind was completely focused on the 'non-existent' Miss Naturalist.

As a result, he was caught off guard and was howled out of the fog by the poet lady's voice.

Fang He didn't even need to look at any waveform on the wind element detector - because he saw that the fog shook a little.

Not far away, the Paparar who had just crawled back shuddered and fell off his crossbow at the scream.

Only Fang He took out earplugs and plugged his ears as soon as Tian Lan opened his mouth, then raised his hand in the direction of Ash Claw.

He won't give the other party another chance.

A ball of blood bloomed on AshClaw's right chest. Among the seven Dragon Hunters that fired behind him, only one bullet hit him.

The Silver Rank groaned, and this time there was no elven chain mail to protect him. The bullet went straight into his vest and exited from his chest.

Since he was shot in a misted state, the bullet almost directly injured him.

He just didn't die. After all, he was a silver-level person, and the power of law still protected him at the last moment.

He looked at his power of law which had fallen by a large amount and was now almost gone, and his heart sank to the bottom. He no longer wanted to kill anyone and only wanted to leave this place.

But when AshClaw moved, it didn't move at all.

He was horrified and looked down, only to find that a pair of arms were tightly holding his legs - it was the Gu Jun guard who was cut into two pieces by his sword before.

Only the upper body of the construct was left, and a crack appeared on its head. One of its visual crystals was malfunctioning, but it still crawled out with him.

And held him tightly at this time.

AshClaw broke out in a cold sweat.

Fang He was not surprised at all. He raised the magic glove and gently grasped the other party.

At that moment, a giant sword in the fog was parting the billowing smoke, with golden flames attached to the blade, and appeared in AshClaw's field of vision.

The flames were spreading upward along the hilt, even enveloping the hand holding the sword behind it - a constructed arm, and the torso, head, even the steps it took, and the six pairs of wings in a ring behind it, were all wrapped in raging flames.

The arm held the sword, and the other hand pressed on the sword. Behind the black fog, the visual crystal flickered with golden red light, and the wild, warlike -

The golden flames belonging to the dark dragon.

That was Nini. She was controlling the giant sword and gently pushing it forward, allowing the sharp tip of the sword to pierce AshClaw's chest directly.

The latter didn't even react——

It’s not like he had never fought against Seraphim Helver before, but at that time… the opponent was not like this…

What finally restrained his resistance was also the power of law. At the moment when AshClaw finally lost consciousness, a thought even flashed through his mind.

The power of law?

  Dragon Knight?

The young alchemist from Corin-Ishurian, wait, he seems to know who his opponent is.

A faint white light was rising from the corpse of the Silver Step man, but Fang He did not intend to give him this opportunity. He took out the silver box and walked over in two steps, placing the box against the other's lowered head.

In an instant, all the starlight was sucked into the box.

Fang He took a deep breath. This was not the first time he used this box, but this time, he completely killed a Silver Rank.

This grudge is huge.

Fang He looked up in one direction, where the fog was dissipating.

No, it should be two.

……