Morley squeezed his hands sharply, and an astonishing force burst out from his body. Both Kevin and Osved were thrown away by his force, and they were lifted far away. The still upright giant pillars in the Ice and Snow Temple finally broke apart in this impact.

Without the load-bearing giant pillars, the top of the temple lost its support, and the magnificent and huge top was slanted, and it was about to collapse.

Such a hit would be nothing to Morley, nothing to Kevin or even to Osved, but it would be deadly to someone kneeling there, slapped to a pulp in the blink of an eye.

Wu Yangyang's head was almost invisible, and it even spiraled up the steps condensed by frost.

They couldn't raise their heads, but they could feel the shadow cast above them. Many people were shaking like chaff, tears streaming down their cheeks, and they closed their eyes in despair, waiting for a blow from above.

"Don't" someone shouted in a trembling voice, and his voice was almost broken, with a cry full of fear.

"please……"

"Lady God... I beg you..."

Osved's body slammed heavily on the ice, and cracks quickly spread around where he hit, making a light "click". At that moment, Kevin raised his hand and slammed it, supporting the huge dome of the temple with one arm.

As soon as he retracted his fingers, he heard the sound of continuous cracking from the entire frost dome. In the end, he couldn't withstand the heavy pressure, and it shattered into powder. A large cloud-like thick snow mist spread out overhead, and the temperature dropped even lower again.

After the giant beast Sirius fell to the ground, he never got up again. He was twitching all over, lying on his side, his claws curled together, as if he wanted to grab the position of his heart.

His eyes were closed, his brows creased, and he seemed to be in extreme pain.

No one knew how hard it was to feel, except Osved himself. He didn't even know what was going on with him, he just felt that a huge air flow filled his blood vessels, and the walls of the blood vessels were so thin and transparent that they bulged out from under the flesh, as if the skin was full of air. One more puff and it will explode.

Every blood vessel in his body was swollen and hot, as if the fire was burning.

It's not his illusion, it's real.

Osved's whole body exuded scalding heat, as if it had evaporated from the surface of the boiling water, and threw itself on the skin of the soldiers closest to him, instantly turning red.

Those soldiers couldn't help but twitch their fingers, not to mention himself.

The ice surface lying under him was covered by his overheated body temperature and had a tendency to melt, and gradually accumulated water flowed to the side along the ice surface. Potholes.

What's even more surprising is that there is a little spark on the snow-white fur of the giant beast, like the edge of the paper that has been scorched, and the sparks are clearly extinguished. If they burn, they will not extinguish.

Finally, with the long howl of the giant beast mixed with pain and anger, the ruins of the temple were shaken and shivered. The blood-soaked Sirius suddenly burst into flames, and the whole body burned.

Half of his body was covered with snow-white fur, and the other half was soaked with blood. At this time, he was set off by the golden red firelight, and he had a tragic and holy temperament, which was a little different from before.

The giant beast's eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, staring at Morley fearlessly, and even some indescribable mockery. He slapped the ice with a savage paw, and suddenly, a fire dragon rushed out in an instant, roaring straight towards Morley.

"Give you a godhead, otherwise you won't even be qualified to fight." Morley moved his footsteps, let the fire dragon off, and said slowly. There was an indescribable arrogance and contempt in his indifferent tone.

The meaning of this is as if his heart was crushed just now because he deliberately wanted to lose once.

Why?

Morley's neurotic personality, who doesn't feel at ease if he doesn't climb to the top and clean up all threats, would never do something like "taking the initiative to give someone a godhead just to not appear so unequal". It's so unlike him...

Osved had doubts in his heart, but he didn't have the time to spend with him. He saw the Great Elder and Sinnia bound by the pale green vines, and then swept to the unresisting crowd behind him, the huge body leaped suddenly, and rushed towards Morley along with the prancing fire dragon.

The moment he pressed against Morley, he said in a sarcastic tone: "God? Don't be kidding, even if you take all the godheads in your pocket, you will never be called a god!"

When Morley was out of the way, he shot a dragon again, heading straight for the pale green vines. The thorns on the long vine were scorched by the flames, as if they were afraid of being scalded, and instantly curled up.

The Great Elder and Sinnia, who were bound in it, lay limply on the ground, looking dry and lifeless.

Osved snarled angrily, knocked Morley away, and jumped in front of the old man and the young man. The moment he landed, his figure stretched and changed in the flames, changing from the appearance of a Sirius back to a human form. He picked up Sinnia and put the elder on his back.

Morley raised his hand, and just as he was about to stop it, a long golden arrow from the wind pierced his flesh. This long arrow carried a huge impact, and it dragged him to a staggering position. Before he could stand firm, another long arrow followed and pinned it directly into his neck.

He was knocked back two steps and leaned against the ice wall.

Osved swung his backhand, and a burst of fire instantly flowed through the long golden arrow nailed to him, burning from the end of the arrow to Morley.

And with the help of the flame, Kevin fired three arrows and nailed Morley directly to the wall...

On the Folia Mountain Road, the team led by Mio was lying on the ground in embarrassment, lowered their bodies, and bent their fingers to grab all the raised rocks or the edge of the mountain road that could be grabbed, trying to make their grip stronger.

Mio was shocked and gave an urgent order. It was a sudden storm, rolling up the ice and snow slag brought from nowhere, like a white dragon, spinning from a distance and approaching at a high speed, and it drove up the mountain road in the blink of an eye.

The mountain road already had a sloping arc. When the storm blew up, the horse vultures that could not be attached to the ground were agitated and rolled down the cliff, whining and neighing because of the large bearing area. The sound was blown to pieces by the wind, and it made people jump.

Many people who were not strong enough, or who couldn't hold tight, were also blown away by the wind.

“啊啊啊啊——”无数人手指被岩石的棱角割破皮肤，嵌进皮肉里，鲜血瞬间渗漏出来，然而他们却一边发泄似的狂吼，一边更加用力地攥进岩石，仿佛那It's a lifesaver.

The dragon-like storm came strangely and went suddenly. After walking along the Furia Mountain Road, it twisted and ran over to another place.

However, the departure of the storm did not mean the arrival of safety. Before Mio and the others even had time to stand firm, a group of familiar chopsticks followed the footsteps of the storm and killed them.

When those things came whistling, they also had rustling fricatives, and even gave people a very short-lived hallucination, as if the world was silent and you were the only one left.

That's sand ghost.

Mio bowed his head and spat, and said fiercely in a hoarse voice: "You should be able to avoid trouble today, fuck him! Brothers! Come on!!"

Once upon a time, things like sand ghost were afraid of humidity. In this climate and season, they would always go out less, and try to stay in their old nest where birds don't shit chickens and don't lay eggs. But now, their resistance to humidity seems to be getting stronger and stronger, and they even dare to come out as soon as the rainy season is over. Even a light rainy day can't cause them much trouble. They are simply hard to get to the sky.

The sound of shouting and desperate yelling became a kind of vent. When people encountered death one after another, and the troubles that were enough to kill them came one after another, when there was no end, anyone would feel exhausted, irritable and angry.

Both Mio and the rest of the team were almost desperate. With so many sand ghosts, the tens of thousands of troops on weekdays may not be able to carry it for long, let alone them. But it's dead everywhere, it's better to kill one by one, stop it for a while, and at least be able to hold back the sand ghost from killing other places.

There was a scuffle on the narrow mountain road, and the sound of metal and gravel was intertwined.

Once a person has a mortal heart, he will always become fearless, and he is almost as strong as himself. Even the Sand Ghost seems to have never seen such a desperate fighting style. .

Of course, in the eyes of Mio and the others who were red-eyed, it was impossible to notice this.

The sand ghost family has no so-called men, women and children, and no so-called family of relatives and friends. They are like some kind of fighting machine that suddenly appeared in the desert one day. Except for fighting and aggression, except for killing and turning blood, there seems to be nothing else. dry.

They are utterly indifferent and numb.

There is no such thing as feelings for them, they can't even be classified as flesh and blood creatures, let alone people...

What is the so-called "surprise" emotion for something that doesn't even have flesh and blood?

"Why is there such a scumbag like you in this world!" Mio leaned back against the armor to block a wave of splashing sand, and then used the shield of his arm to stab the sand ghost's heart with a sword.

The sand ghost gave a shrill scream, and suddenly lost his strength, and instantly fell from the air, becoming a scattered sand on the ground. However, Mio didn't have time to see this process, the moment he drew his sword, he was already in front of him.

A team of less than 10,000 people actually blocked Sand Ghost's offensive on such a dangerous mountain road.

They don't know how long they can hold on, and no one cares about it. Killing one is not a loss, killing two is a gain. The entire long and narrow line looks like a long knife stabbing into the wind and sand. Mio and the others are the sharpest tips.

And the tip of the knife is always going to see blood.