One skill point per second, I turn the fireball into a forbidden spell

Modi opened his hands, and the fanatical expression on his face completely froze.

The surging heat wave dissipated because Lin Yi canceled the skill.

He felt like a mentally retarded person with delusions...

"Just kidding... just kidding you...?"

The host Aliang was confused.

He had been prepared for Lin Yi to solve the battle at the speed of light again, but he didn't expect that Lin Yi would take the initiative to cancel his long-charged skills after the game started!

"What's going on? Did Lin Yi see something?"

Zhao Enquan's eyes were deep. In fact, he had also noticed the strangeness of Curry Country challenging Lin Yi three times in a row.

Especially when Lin Yi's current strength was almost a crushing blow, he was still stubborn and came to give it up.

Too suspicious.

He also reminded Lin Yi, but how the final battle would play out still depended on the situation.

On the ring, Modi put down his open hands and pointed at Lin Yi, saying you for a long time.

He was almost dying of anxiety. The plan was almost successful, and he was ready to sacrifice his life for the country.

In the end, Lin Yi withdrew more than 20,000 fireballs, and he couldn't do it.

The referee on the sidelines was also full of resentment.

Didn't you say that the skills you used could not be taken back?

Now the shit you pulled out is not retracted?

It's really hateful!

"You seem very disappointed that I couldn't send you on the road with the fireball."

"Don't worry, don't worry, I promise to let you fulfill your wish and experience the happiness of Barrick."

Modi swallowed his saliva, he felt that he could still be rescued.

But he also understood a truth, saying anything at this time seemed to make him look more like a clown.

So, for a while, he really couldn't think of what to say.

Lin Yi didn't expose him, but just raised his hand again.

However, this time, the skill he used was not the fireball.

But the rank was also not high.

[Summon: Necromancer]!

This is the 3rd level skill of the necromancer system.

The last time Lin Yi used this skill was when he was testing the dead space during the provincial exam.

As Lin Yi's mind moved, a magic circle emitting a dark evil light appeared in front of him.

Then, a skinny necromancer with a tattered robe crawled out of the magic circle.

"Uh..."

A sigh came from his rotten throat.

Two blue ghost fires also lit up in his eye sockets under his hood!

[X4396! ]

A prompt appeared in front of Lin Yi.

Multiple casting, 4395 additional skeleton mages!

But Lin Yi's casting did not stop at all.

At present, he only needs to think about this low-level spell, which is ten consecutive shots!

[X3369]!

[X4086]!

[X3994]!

...

A series of multiple casting prompts triggered by the primordial chaos also appeared in front of Lin Yi.

The next moment, with Lin Yi as the center, more than 40,000 magic arrays flashing with black evil light suddenly appeared!

Because the number is too large.

Most of the magic arrays have even expanded outside the ring.

All over the huge Penglai Island Arena!

The breath symbolizing death spread from the 40,000 magic arrays, making all the audience present tremble.

Why did the temperature drop so much in the summer? !

"Uh..."

Densely packed necromancers crawled out of the magic array.

For a moment, the entire arena became extremely hellish!

After all the necromancers were summoned, Lin Yi, who was surrounded by these terrible monsters in the center, looked more like a villain than a villain.

Modi's brain has crashed.

Surrounded by undead monsters, he was at a loss.

"Necromancy skills!"

"I didn't expect Lin Yi to have necromancy skills!"

"My God, how many necromancy monsters did he summon... Did he bring a legion to our competition???"

Everyone was so frightened by the scene that the audience even forgot to applaud.

But Lin Yi didn't hesitate.

He pointed at Modi with his right hand.

The next moment, the ghost fire in the empty eye sockets of countless necromancers became brighter!

Forty thousand necromancers chanted together!

After just one second.

The whole venue was illuminated by brilliant flames again!

Fireball!

Forty thousand fireballs, at this moment, crossed the sky again and flew towards Modi on the stage!

"Don't!"

"Save..."

Modi was engulfed in a sea of ​​fire before he could say the second word.

"I said I would definitely fulfill your wish."

"Look, it's arranged for you!"

Lin Yi's voice was drowned in a sea of ​​heat and brightness.

Barrick was subjected to several minutes of continuous fireball torture.

But Modi was much more relaxed.

More than 40,000 fireballs exploded at the same time.

So he was burned to ashes in an instant.

At the same time.

The life-support formation under the entire ring collapsed!

The sound of "pa pa pa pa" was like setting off firecrackers.

[Fireball (Necromancer)]

[Number of fireballs: 41964]

[Theoretical damage: ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ]

"So that's it!"

"So that's it!"

Along with the host Aliang's commentary, there appeared a brief information about Lin Yi's summoned creature on the big screen.

The countless necromancers present had low HP, as if they had been hurt.

Then, Modi's anti-injury talent was also posted by the official event.

"Lin Yi should have discovered Modi's anti-injury talent in advance, so he withdrew the skills he used."

"The source of damage for the skills used by the summoned creature is the summoned creature itself, so Lin Yi himself is safe and sound!"

"What a keen sense of battle!"

After Aliang finished speaking, the fire on the ring dissipated.

A scene that frightened everyone appeared!

Compared with Barrick, the extra 4,000 fireballs became the straw that broke the camel's back.

After the last life-supporting array on the ring was broken, Modi turned into a pile of black ash and was completely annihilated by the wind.

Modi, dead!

There was no chance of rescue!

Only Lin Yi and the dense necromancers were left on the scene!

Lin Yi's eyes were cold, and he looked in the direction of the Curry National Team again.

"If anyone wants to die, just come to me."

"I will satisfy you."

This time, the Curry National Team members who were cursing and swearing fell silent.

They were really scared!

Because someone among them really died!

In front of Lin Yi, the organizing committee of the event could not save them!

Afterwards, Lin Yi's eyes swept over the middle-level players who were preparing for the game in the backcourt.

Wherever Lin Yi saw, almost all of them shrank their necks and lowered their heads.

Their pride, their self-esteem.

In front of the materialized incarnation of death, it was meaningless!

Lin Yi suddenly felt bored.

He lost interest in the game.

Anyway, three wins are already in hand.

Let's talk about it after the high-level players finish tomorrow.