The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Just at this moment, Old Poison heard the other party's words, and his heart suddenly tightened, his sense of crisis rising to the extreme.

Almost in a flash, he felt a decaying, putrid, and sinister power shuttle from the void, seemingly heading straight for him. With his mental strength highly tense, his mental perception was brought to the limit. He quickly sensed that two auras seemed to have moved to a place close to him during their battle just now.

And that decaying, putrid, and sinister power was the Arrow of Lost Souls. He thought of what Dorre had told him about his encounter before.

After sensing the essence of the power, Old Poison shifted the light around his body, flashed his figure, and abandoned the power he was gathering, suddenly breaking through to the side.

But no matter how fast he was, he couldn't compare to a sneak attack. In the sky, a green light struck the moving light.

The massive warlock light shuttle suddenly lost control at this moment, and crashed heavily on the ground in a free fall. The immense power even shook the entire mountain.

Litem easily dodged this attack. He raised his head and looked at the sky with a sneer.

That old hag has already made her move. The Arrow of Lost Souls directly hit Old Poison. He must have been injured. Now is the time to strike a drowning dog. He flashed and flew towards the sky.

In the dark sky, Old Poison had completely lost his anger at this time. The green light pierced through most of his defenses and landed directly on his left hand. It didn't hit any vital points, but the soul poison attack attached to the Arrow of Lost Souls made his heart incomparably cold.

Poison began to erode his entire palm, and it began to rot. A strong, sour, and foul odor continuously spread throughout his body. At the same time, the power of lost souls impacted his spirit from his flesh, the wailing of the dead, the cries of death, filled his sea of consciousness in an instant.

The Arrow of Lost Souls is one of the most powerful single attacks in black wizardry. Ordinary people would naturally try their best to defend against it, but he never thought he would be hit.

Old Poison's heart was filled with despair. Damn black wizard.

In his sea of consciousness, around the image of the Snail Ancestor, streams of corrosive poison energy spread from all directions towards the Snail Ancestor. The energy radiating from the massive and exquisite Snail Ancestor transformed into small snakes around the source of the poison, frantically devouring the corrosive poison energy. But those corrosive poison energies were like maggots on bones, impossible to remove, and showed a tendency to intensify.

Old Poison panicked. He knew that if he didn't kill Litem, he probably wouldn't be able to leave today. Once hit by the Arrow of Lost Souls, as long as the opponent didn't die, they could continuously erode his spiritual world with this sinister witchcraft at close range, which was simply unsolvable.

Being hit by mental witchcraft, being hit by the Arrow of Lost Souls, even the confident Old Poison had to feel a chill in his heart at this time.

On the ground, with a successful strike, Siteri grinned on her old face, "Old Vulture, it's your turn. Be sure not to let him escape."

Old Poison was very fast, and the sky was Old Vulture's territory, so he sneered, "Watch me, he won't run far."

Standing up from the ground, the short Old Vulture seemed as majestic as a mountain. He suddenly shouted loudly, his voice spreading in all directions.

In the sky, some small black dots appeared at some point. These small black dots were densely packed. At first, they were far away, but the next moment they were already close. On closer inspection, they were huge vultures.

Old Vulture didn't know what instructions he gave to those vultures, but they chased after Old Poison.

Old Poison was quite unlucky at this time, having been hit by two witchcrafts in a row, and was working hard to eliminate and resist them. When he saw those vultures in the sky, his face turned fierce.

But at this time, he could only maintain flight. Not only was there sinister power in his spiritual world, but a shackle had somehow appeared on the Snail Ancestor's body, tightly缠着 its body, desperately tightening.

That was Litem's mental witchcraft.

Mental witchcraft is the most direct and dangerous. If one is not careful, both people will be injured. Litem did not chase after him at this time, because in his sea of consciousness, Old Poison was also attacking him. A majestic Snail Ancestor was forming, and a set of hands sent dozens of white lights crashing into his sea of consciousness. Although this attack was not very good, it still had to be defended against.

He stood completely on the spot, watching Old Poison leave, a sneer on his lips.

He couldn't move, but there was still the old hag and Old Vulture beside him. His gaze turned, and the small black dots in the sky flew from a distance. A wanton, joyful, and sinister smile appeared on the corner of Litem's mouth.

Old Poison, let's see where you can run.

He was smiling when he suddenly felt a golden figure in the field of vision next to him. The figure was not standing next to him, but next to the old witch.

The old witch also noticed this figure, and was immediately startled. Before she could react, a golden fist had already struck out, directly hitting her weak body.

Boom.

As if struck by a meteorite-like stone weighing several thousand tons, her fragile body was instantly blown apart, turning into scattered flesh and blood that splattered in all directions.

With just one blow, a level six wizard died instantly. At the same time, a scream rang out from the void, and a green-black smoke floated out of the void, screaming and running away, extremely fast. That was the spiritual body of the black wizard Siteri.

The golden figure was Dorre. He ignored Siteri's fleeing spiritual power and turned to look at Old Vulture. In a flash, he moved his feet and moved to his front at an extremely fast speed, and also punched out.

Old Vulture reacted at this time, his eyes filled with fear. A level six wizard was blown away with one punch. This was too exaggerated.

He desperately activated all the defensive items on his body, magic scrolls, layers of light shrouded his body, and then floated backwards at an extremely fast speed.

Seemingly fast, but in Dorre's eyes, he ran slower than a snail.

He just took a wrong step, and he crossed hundreds of meters to catch up with Old Vulture in mid-air. Similarly, a punch, like Mars hitting the earth, fell.

Boom.

Layers of light shattered, power penetrated, and landed on Old Vulture's body. With a loud bang, Old Vulture's body was also beaten into pieces.

Blood洒 the sky,碎肉乱飞.

At the same time, a white transparent thing flew out of his body and遁 to the distance at an extremely fast speed.

Seeing Old Vulture's spiritual body, Dorre didn't chase after him, just stood quietly in the sky, watching the other party as if taking a leisurely stroll.

…

Litem's face was extremely distorted at this time. From the moment the other party appeared to the moment he blew up his two teammates, it was only three or four seconds, but the results were shockingly terrifying. Two level six wizards were instantly reduced to only their spiritual bodies. In this place, if they couldn't find a body in a short time, their strength would greatly decline, which was why the other party didn't chase after them.

Who is the other party?

His forehead was covered with sweat, and the small snakes that were dealing with Old Poison began to panic.

Dorre slowly landed and came to Litem's distance, slowly开口, "You know, why I don't kill you?"

In the mountains, the cold wind was凛冽, Litem was sweating coldly at this time, his body冰凉, he desperately挣扎, "Senior, how would I know."