It was a feast.

A feast of spirituality.

At one end of the horizon is an army of phantom demons rushing in like a beast tide.

Professionals gathered at the front of the defense line, protecting the camp behind them, like a dam about to meet the tide, but behind them, countless brilliance swept out like a meteor shower, rushing towards the incoming tide of magic.

"[Twenty-five Forms · Hundred Lights]!"

"[Thirty-six Forms: Violent Poison Explosion]!"

"[Form 41 · Bubble Mine]!"

"【Fifty-nine Forms · Jiao Yan Fever】!"

Various types of range-attacking spiritual techniques were used by the warlocks one after another, causing circular arrays one by one to appear on the warlocks' wrists one after another, looking extremely gorgeous and brilliant.

For a time, the incoming phantom army was ravaged.

Hundreds of thunder lights descended from the sky like lasers, wreaking havoc in the phantom demons, bombarding back and forth, causing bursts of roars.

The ground turned into a poisonous explosion, and the poisonous liquid poured down like a downpour.

There are bubbles falling lightly, all over the battlefield, and once touched, it immediately turns into a terrifying shock wave and explodes one after another.

Fountains of lava rose up around the battlefield, bringing scorching fire and turning everything into a sea of ​​fire.

In the face of these kinds of offensives, the phantom demons were completely reduced to tyrannical miserable creatures.

"[Thirty Forms Burning Bird Singing]!"

Even An Zijin did not hesitate to use the strongest spiritual technique he mastered at this moment, causing bursts of high temperature and bursts of fire and rain. It swept out suddenly and landed on the battlefield in front.

Under this astonishing offensive, the incoming phantom army, except for a small number of them, were able to respond, and the rest were not even able to react in time, and suffered a devastating blow.

The thunder and fire were accompanied by the roar, and the poisonous rain curtain also caused the phantom demons to emit scorched smoke as if they were splashed with sulfuric acid.

The violent roars of the phantom demons were replaced by screams and wailing at this moment.

But the army of phantom demons is still persevering and rushing towards this side, with fierce eyes and hideous faces. That crazy appearance is like a beast that has been hungry for many years. start to go crazy.

"[Twenty-five Forms · Hundred Lights]!"

Seeing this, Su Ming, who was in the group of warlocks, was like An Zijin and the other warlocks beside him.

It's just that he only used twenty-five moves, low-level spirituality techniques. Even if he wasted like this, his spiritual power was still surging continuously, which made Su Ming feel that he was not enjoying himself enough.

He wanted to let go of his hands and feet and output with all his strength.

He even wanted to use the only high-level spiritual technique that he had mastered, the eighty-eighty-eighty-eighty-eighty-eighty-eighty-eighty-eighty-eight-eighty-eight-eighty-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight kinds of moves——【Fate Heaven and Earth Turn】.

If it is a technique that surpasses many spiritual techniques, has already reached the peak of advanced spiritual techniques, and its power is close to the forbidden techniques ranked 90th and later, then Su Ming is confident that all the magic and demons in front of him will be instantly destroyed. Destroy yourself.

But in that case, Su Ming will exhaust his spiritual power, fall down completely, become an ant that others can manipulate at will, and expose all the details of himself.

This made Su Ming only press the impulse in his heart, and patiently continued to use the twenty-five-style to help the army of magic demons in front of "scraping".

But the more he endured, the more irritable he felt in his heart, as if his entire body was bound by something, causing the spiritual power fluctuations around him to become a little disordered.

The torrent of spiritual power ran more and more violently in the body.

The heartbeat is also accelerating, making Su Ming feel that his whole body is hot.

"what happened?"

Su Ming noticed his own abnormality, and was a little stunned, but also felt more and more irritable.

"Brother Su Ming?"

An Zijin, who was next to him, seemed to have noticed Su Ming's abnormality, so he couldn't help turning his head to look at Su Ming.

Seeing this, An Zijin's heart skipped a beat.

Because she saw it.

Seeing Su Ming's face, it was unexpectedly hideous.

"Su...Brother Su Ming? What's wrong with you...!?"

An Zijin was a little scared, but also a little anxious.

"Me?" Su Ming seemed to be awakened, wiped the nonexistent sweat on his forehead, shook his head and said, "I'm fine."

An Zijin didn't believe it at all.

Su Ming's appearance doesn't seem to be okay at all.

But just as An Zijin was about to lean towards Su Ming, she suddenly noticed something unusual.

I saw that on Su Ming's forehead, there seemed to be some lines that suddenly appeared and disappeared suddenly, making An Zijin stunned there.

"what is that?"

An Zijin thought so, and wanted to speak, but for some reason, suddenly she couldn't speak again.

Because, An Zijin also felt that her heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and her heart was getting more and more irritable, which made her feel unhappy.

If An Zijin could see what she looked like at this moment, then she would find that the same lines on her body suddenly appeared and disappeared, flickering, like a disillusionment.

The difference is that An Zijin's lines appear almost all over the body, while Su Ming only appears on his forehead, and the scales are obviously different.

Of course, neither Su Ming nor An Zijin noticed this.

The two were just silent, irritable, and continued to release spiritual techniques toward the battlefield ahead, as if they wanted to vent something, and their methods gradually became violent.

Such Su Ming and An Zijin also did not realize that with such venting and such venting, their spiritual power fluctuations became more and more disordered, not to mention that the spiritual power in their bodies was also skyrocketing wildly.

Such anomalies will naturally not fail to attract the attention of the people around them.

"Hey, look at those two..."

"This is the first time they have released spiritual art?"

"Spirit-like spells with area attacks are more energy-intensive than general spiritual spells. Even if they use low-level spiritual spells, if they keep releasing them without interruption like this, the spiritual power should be bottomed out, right?"

"Who are they? Where are the senior three-star warlocks? Or hidden four-star warlocks?"

"No, look at the uniforms on them."

"That's clearly two students!"

"is that a lie?"

"It's just a student, can the spiritual power be so sufficient?"

"Damn it..."

The surrounding warlocks became stunned.

Even the few three-star warlocks who were regarded as kings by this line of defense looked at each other in dismay, and the eyes of Su Ming and An Zijin became a little wrong.

And all of this, Su Ming and An Zijin, who were in an abnormal state, were completely unaware of it, and they were still venting their spirituality there.

Just when the spiritual power fluctuations on the two people were so chaotic that they could set off the airflow and blow away the surrounding warlocks, the vision occurred.

"what!"

A warlock screamed for no reason, spewed blood all over, and fell directly to the ground, not knowing his life or death.

"Shh!"

A dark shadow appeared from behind the warlock, his hands were as sharp as knives, and after pulling one hand out of the fallen warlock, he was immediately bathed in blood and threw himself on the opponent.

"Pfft!"

In the sound of tearing, the shadow bites the neck of the warlock, and starts to suck blood with trembling.

"not good!"

"Shadow Demon!"

"Everyone, be careful of your shadow!"

There were bursts of exclamations and roars, which awakened the warlocks who were attracted by Su Ming and An Zijin, and also awakened Su Ming and An Zijin.

"Shadow Demon!"

Su Ming's expression changed suddenly.

Shadow Demon, a kind of phantom that can act in the shadow, silently like a ghost.

They can't appear during the day, but once at night, they will turn into the most terrifying assassins and start a brutal hunt.

When everyone focused their attention on the phantom army on the battlefield ahead, these silent ghosts actually sneaked over and appeared in the warlock's camp.

"Woo~~"

"Woo~~"

Like the whistling of the black wind, the shadow demons appeared one after another from the shadows of the warlocks, killing everyone present.

"Pfft!" "Pfft!" "Pfft!"...

The sharp blade cut through the bodies of the warlocks, instantly causing them to scream in agony.

"Counterattack!"

"Fight back!"

Some people kept shouting in the panic, so that the warlocks had to stop the area attack spirituality-like spells they were preparing, switch to other spells, and start to fight against the shadow demons.

"Oops!"

"Go and support the warlocks!"

When the hunters in front discovered this situation, they were shocked.

But they didn't have time to turn around to support them. The army of phantom demons, who had lost the range attack of the warlocks and were restrained by the spiritual bombing, roared in ecstasy and charged at a faster speed.

The scene suddenly became chaotic.

"Zi Jin!"

"Boy Jin!"

Jiang Wanyu and Yao Beibei shouted, but they couldn't come back at all, they were entangled by a few strangely shaped phantoms.

"Go away!"

Lei Hao rushed towards Jiang Wanyu and Yao Beibei, and swung his sword vigorously, protecting the two who were a little flustered.

Xu Qianqian, who took out the dagger, was about to respond to the enemy. Seeing that Su Ming in the warlock camp was also being targeted by Shadow Demon, he turned around subconsciously for a moment and wanted to rush over.

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"Qianqian! Be careful!"

Li Wei next to him saw that Xu Qianqian was actually distracted, and hurriedly shouted.

"You really care about that Su Ming, my dear sister."

Xu Yanyan was leading the hunters of the Xu family to meet a group of sharp-blade demons, and she happened to see the situation on Xu Qianqian's side, and a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Xu Qianqian quickly returned to her senses, resisted the urge to rush to the back, and faced the two screaming demons that rushed from the air.

All the professionals began to commit suicide in the chaos, causing blood, broken limbs, corpses and swords and swords to appear continuously.

At this time, Su Ming was indeed entangled.

"Woo~~~"

A shadow demon sprang out from the shadow behind him and stabbed Su Ming's back with a claws.

"Brother Su Ming!"

Seeing this scene, An Zijin couldn't help but scream.

"!"

Su Ming only felt that his temple jumped suddenly, and his own spirituality was madly warned.

"[Twenty-eight Forms Spiral Fire]!"

At the moment, Su Ming didn't even think about it, turned around and released a large flame.

On its forehead, the strange lines finally emerged completely, reflecting the firelight, which was extremely hideous.