through the dark road

Taseres locked on Mo Bei and released cruel killing intent with a ferocious expression.

This made Mo Bei feel a little depressed. The dog he had raised for a long time suddenly no longer recognized people, and was mad at him. He just wanted to pick up his slippers and give the dog a good beating.

Judging from the aura, the current banshee has transformed into a real Biers-level demon, but Mo Bei still didn't regard it as a threat.

Not to mention that there is still a certain gap between the strength of the aura and Yi Zuer, but the Banshee's picky fighting style cannot possibly be compared with a master like Yi Zuer who has been tempered for a long time.

As expected, the banshee's first offensive move was a sweeping sweep with her claws without any fancy. Although the sound was fast and violent, Mo Bei could accurately predict the trajectory and landing point of her attack from the moment she stepped on the ground and charged forward.

I really don’t even bother to hide. . .

With a violent explosion, the Banshee collapsed directly in the abyss field where the offensive was launched. Her body shape was like a cannon being ejected from the barrel, and it crashed back from the exploding black mist, completely shattering the rock wall behind it. Buried deep in it.

Mo Bei just kicked him hard, causing the banshee to come back in the same way. This kick seemed ordinary, but in fact it took a lot of effort, and the stamina was superimposed to create a violent explosion.

There was no way, the banshee's crude attack methods gave him too much time to react, and he also had an obligation to make his demon servants realize the cost of reckless attacks.

The banshee shook away the gravel that was pressing on her body, and was shaken inside out by the superimposed force. Her mouth and nose were bleeding, and she looked a little embarrassed, but the sadistic smile on her face became more and more crazy.

Mo Bei noticed that wisps of black mist were escaping from the cracks in her demon horn armor. The blood splashed on his armor also released a strong evil aura, and even had the effect of impacting the consciousness.

After all, it is a Biers-level demon. If no one takes care of it, it will definitely be a scourge in Sanctuary. .

A banshee scream that penetrated gold and cracked stone erupted in the nearly closed underground space, causing Akali and others to feel a surge of energy and blood, giving them a splitting headache.

They didn't intend to interfere. Although this seemed like a good opportunity to practice against a super powerful enemy, the problem was that Taseris was not very smart. If she still had some consciousness, everyone would join forces. If you beat her, you may be resentful in your heart, and you may not be able to calm her down if you look back. .

Mo Bei, the master, could deal with her no matter how he dealt with her, but it was better for others not to interfere. . .

They watched as Mo Bei held down the banshee with his bare hands and beat her violently, then knocked her out of the patio, obviously not wanting to collapse the place.

"Sure enough, the price of getting stronger is to get beaten..." Alvin thought of the days when he and Mo Bei were training against each other, and sighed with emotion.

Ned rarely paid attention to the logical problem in Alvin's words and sighed:
"If this can allow me to step into the transcendent realm, I would be willing to do so..."

Serena was busy setting up the magic circle, and when she heard this, she pursed her lips and smiled knowingly.

She has also gone through the stage of longing for the extraordinary but not being able to get in. She has also been confused and delusional. Seeing Taseris's strength improve so easily, it would be a lie to say that she is not envious.

The trees on the island became more and more withered, apparently because the banshee plundered the remaining power of Nilesa. The banshee was now covered in black energy and became more and more hysterical after repeated setbacks in the attack.

Mo Bei was greatly surprised. Instead of being reckless, the banshee's attack in such a state gradually became a bit sharp and cunning. . .

It shouldn't be. . .

How could this happen to the banshee who was so eager to hit her all at once?
If he hadn't been able to sense the existence of the soul link, he would have suspected that the current banshee had been replaced by Nilesa.

He was feeling some doubts in his heart, but the moment the oncoming banshee clashed with his fists and feet, it exploded into a black mist, which made him look stunned. He immediately turned around and struck with his elbow, and the barbs of the broken steel gauntlet broke through the devil's horn. The defense penetrated deeply into the side of the banshee, making it difficult for her sharp claws to penetrate.

"boom!"

He kicked the banshee to the side, knocking her upside down. However, the armor on the back of her heart had been torn open by the banshee's sharp claws. The evil energy penetrated from the wound like strong acid. It was extremely vicious and corroded. The severe pain, like flesh and bones, made him grimace.

Hey. .

Good guy. .Mo Bei looked at the banshee with a look of success and thought that this was not her original ability.

Serena said that the demon Nilesa was known for his viciousness and cunning. It seemed that the banshee absorbed not only Nilesa's origin and corrupting power, but she didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing. . .

In fact, he would rather the banshee be stupid than have a demon servant by his side who is always thinking about the Devourer.

Worried that delaying for too long would leave irreversible negative effects on the banshee, a dazzling holy light rose up from his body, and he stood in the air like a blazing white flame. He twitched the corner of his mouth and said:

"This is all for your own good..."

After the news spread that an adventure team was attacked and killed on Gray Desert Island, Westmarch, which was already in a tense and sensitive period, triggered another riot.

In a simple attic, a little old man with a gray beard and gray robe held the window sill and looked at the crowds of people running around in the street. The grooves on his face looked full of sorrow.

But as he heard clearly what those people were talking about, his gray eyebrows raised unconsciously.

A strong man who suddenly appeared.

With just a few words, he could conclude that Mo Bei had arrived at the western border, and he had made some moves as soon as he arrived.

"How will we resolve the dispute over the western border..."

The old man murmured to himself, looking through the gap between the roof ridges and seeing the towering spire in the distance, he sighed slightly.

Under the spire was a towering fortress-like palace. The hall under the huge dome seemed very empty. There was only a table over ten meters long, and five or six people were scattered around.

Several servants were changing the candles in the wall candlesticks. The candle ends that were only about an inch long and the wax hanging on the candlesticks were scraped off and collected in a clay pot. At this time, candles could be lit. It is a luxury and cannot be wasted.

There were only the footsteps of servants walking back and forth in the entire hall. As the candles were lit one after another, the light in the hall seemed a little warmer.

At the end of the long table sat a woman in gorgeous clothes. Her black hair was mottled with silver threads, and her youthful beauty could be seen in her eyebrows. However, her deep nasolabial folds and unsmiling expression made her look very cold and solemn. .

After waiting for a long time, a halo of light finally passed over the mithril scroll tube in front of her.

When the light faded, she picked up the scroll tube and took out the letter paper. After just one glance, several vertical lines appeared between her eyebrows.

Seeing her reaction, several other people at the long table also looked disappointed.

One person asked:
"Isn't it His Highness Threl? Could it be Lord Cortaz?"

The woman shook her head:

"Shouldn't be one of us."

Another said:
"We both have an agreement in advance that people on the front line are not allowed to participate in the battle between bears and wolves. Under this premise, it actually doesn't matter who this strong man is. Maybe he just tracks the high-end combat power of the wizards to the west."

"The problem is that this person is too strong. According to the description of the survivors, the four members of the Wizarding Association had the strength to run rampant on the gray desert island, but their legs were all chopped off in just an instant..." The person from before He sighed with emotion and hesitated to speak.

Several people at the long table looked at each other and knew what he meant.

If any of the rising stars from his side can grow to this extent, even if they cannot directly participate in the power struggle in the Western Border, they will still have an influence that cannot be ignored. (End of chapter)