End of the Magic Era

On the other hand, the eighteen heavenly scales have done their best, countless fighting and spells, forming all sorts of spells to the incarnation of the Holy Mountain.

Raging Fire, Cold Ice Frost, Roaring Hurricane, Heavy Boulder, Light & Darkness, Scarlet Duel, Golden Duel, Bronze Duel...

The heavenly attack formed a chaotic devastating flood, one next to the other, one squeezing the land towards the incarnation of the Holy Mountain.

But this is enough to tear a sky scale to pieces in three seconds of a violent destruction storm that begins to fall towards the ground after entering the 100-metre range of the body of the Holy Mountain Incarnation.

Even spells that fall straight from the sky are torn apart by frequent changes in gravity.

A large number of attacks fell within 30 meters of the body of the Holy Mountain Incarnation, while a small number fell within 30 meters of the Holy Mountain Incarnation, without much effect.

The only effect is that the aftermath of the devastation caused by this devastating storm that was torn to the ground, is not at all gravitationally pullable, and the massive floods hit the surface of the Incarnation of the Holy Mountain along the ground.

But for the Holy Mountain incarnation's horrible defense, it didn't do much. It was filled with fierce and destructive forces that sanded the blood bone armor on the surface of the Holy Mountain, slowly roughening the armor reflecting the metallic shine, and a crack emerged rapidly.

But as the magic moved, the blood bone armor of the incarnation of the Holy Mountain rapidly returned to normal. It resisted a dozen heavenly spells, and the body did not shake for a moment. Like the holy mountain in front of it, no greater changes could shake it.

Hardly resisted the attack, the corner of the incarnation of the holy mountain had a slight ironic smile, the number of meteorites falling in the sky suddenly doubled, at the same time as the eruption of the volcano, a chi attack like a blood crystal needle, turned into heavy rain.

The indiscriminate attack, covering all directions and all angles, looking far away, is really like a bloody rain...

A tragic scream came, these rains of orangutans penetrated very strongly, the fighting armor of the beast had no way to defend itself, and those fine needles easily pierced the defense of the beast.

If it weren't for these strong men who were passing through hundreds of wars and decisively protecting the key, their heads and hearts would probably have been pierced by now...

A tiny blood hole appeared in the wounds of these beasts, called the most defensive bronze beast, Stelle, all pierced through eight blood holes...

And on the other hand, the human magicians, they're no better, with a little thumb-sized blood hole all over them.

Morgan's Dark Demon was killed in seconds, his arms and shoulders were stabbed through two blood holes, and five more holes were added to Didala's Burning Soul robe.

Slytherin used endless sand to form the sand shield, but it just seemed a little lame, and Bilbo's transformation into a shadow weakened most of the damage, but it just seemed to consume a lot.

And the worst part is Dubois, the lightning technique under his control, the attack force is powerful, but in the face of this extremely penetrating blood pipe, the defense ability is weak, after a wave of blood rain, Dubois has been punctured by at least a dozen blood holes, even one penetrated from the right chest, his thunder shield, like paper paste, has no effect at all...

Lin Yun's rules-word shield was forcibly pierced, and the power and speed of the bloody fine needle had exceeded the limit of the rules-word shield reaction speed.

Tens of thousands of rules-writing. There was not much reaction in the face of this power. Don't let another needle hole in your left arm penetrate, the other needles, using the element incarnation to barely avoid it...

“Cross, if you don't do your best, we're all gonna die here! ”

Cromton floats halfway through the air, and the phantom behind him floats, and the magic fluctuates as if it were a tide visible to the naked eye.

With Cromton's dark face roaring, Cross frowned and raised his sword. The giant sword shrunk rapidly, and the weapons formed by Qi continued to compress, eventually turning into a giant sword less than four meters long.

The size of the sword has been reduced several times, but the aura emitted is noticeably two to three times stronger, and the demonic print of the body surface shines, forming a pale golden pattern that attaches to the giant sword in Cross's hand.

Between now and then, around the blade of the giant sword, a slight space crack constantly emerged, only the powerful breath of the giant sword itself can open space!

Cross turned into a shadow, instantly killing into the gravitational area next to the sacred mountain, which was almost invisible, and slowly emerged more than a dozen meters away from the sacred mountain incarnation.

A giant sword four meters long slashed the head of the incarnation of the Holy Mountain, but instantly, the right hand of the incarnation of the Holy Mountain grabbed, a light gold fighting gust erupted, a giant sword more than three meters long of gold gathered in his hand.

Two giant golden swords continued to collide, and almost no longer visible between them.

Half-air Cromton frowned and cursed.

“Damn, the Golden Orc's anti-gas weapon...”

In the curse, the half-sided phantom behind Cromton emitted a soft milky white halo, an aperture emerged in the middle of the sky, and an angel of light, only half a metre tall but with white wings as long as two metres, fell from the aperture.

The Angel of Light sang a cold and gentle hymn, and a great deal of light magic sprayed out of the half.

Between hours, the pitch-black sky seemed to have been penetrated by a hole, a column of light more than a metre thick descended from the sky and crushed hard against the incarnation of the Holy Mountain.

The blood-bone armor on the surface of the sacred mountain dissipates rapidly in the light, and the bloody bone decays into white.

That vast atmosphere, which stood almost like a mountain, also weakened rapidly with the enclosure of the light column...

The overweight area around the body of the Holy Mountain incarnation is also shrinking at a rapid rate, and the gravity is constantly decreasing...

Together with the little angel of light floating over its head, Cromton guides the column of light to weaken the incarnation of the Holy Mountain.

The constant falling flame meteorite rain in the sky has been halved, and the fighting storm has been halved, and with the full outbreak of Cross, much of the power of the incarnation of the Holy Mountain has been guided down.

Eighteen scales, at which time they also began to do their best, the scales magicians took advantage of their half-face, and a half-face fiction emerged behind them.

With the half-sided and elemental demons, the power of the Heavenly Master suddenly reaches its limit, with little fear of consuming the fierce spells that burst out, all the spells fall on the incarnation of the Holy Mountain.

And the Orcs, at the same time, unleashed their ethnic gifts and activated their genius magic mark. All means were used...

The figure of the Holy Mountain Incarnation is no longer visible, and everyone can only see the diminished light of Cromton-controlled columns of light, and all attacks fall where the columns of light fall, where the Incarnation of the Holy Mountain must be.

And Cross's figure was almost invisible, and he could only see a golden shadow constantly flashing around the light column...

After a dozen minutes of continuous assault, the horrible smell suddenly burst into the center of the column, Cromton groaned, and the little angel screaming over his head returned to the halfway side of the sky.

The light column was forced to explode, and Cross's solidified golden sword exploded into pieces. His body turned into a golden remnant and flew out at a distance of 7,800 meters. Where his body had struck, it was like a sink a few meters wide on the earth...

Eighteen heavenly strongmen, the spells and fighting guts released, were all torn to pieces, like illusory shadows.

The Orcs flew out screaming backwards, and the magicians were all overwhelmed with magic, a pale face like a dead man.

No one expected that they would encounter a magic backlash after the advanced heavens...

Magic surge, two heavenly classes three, eighteen heavenly classes one, instantly lost all fighting power temporarily.

And where the incarnation of the Holy Mountain is, a huge pitch-black energy storm swells wildly, and anything enclosed in it is torn to pieces.

Crushed stones, spells, light...

Everything was torn apart, the atmosphere of terror suppressed, eighteen heavenly levels, all stood repressed on the ground, couldn't move a bit, magic surrounded the body, couldn't extend at all, the surrounding elemental forces seemed to be dispersed...

Cromton and Cross have also fallen to the ground, fully resisting this desperate atmosphere of repression...

When that dark energy storm slowly spread to 500 meters, it suddenly collapsed. In the center, the holy mountain incarnation stood straight there, the surrounding overweight area disappeared, and the white bone armor disappeared...

Scarlet Douqi, Golden Douqi, Bronze Douqi, Abyss Magic, Earth Magic...

All the power is gone, and the Orc of the Holy Mountain Incarnation is like a very ordinary Orc, looking nothing special.

The breath dissipated, the pressure dissipated, and a group of people looked at the incarnation of the Holy Mountain with horror.

“Shit, so strong, not a level at all. Faced with this guy, I feel like I'm dead. Damn, my Dark Monster is dead again...”

Morgan kept rubbing his cold sweat and climbing from the ground, his eyes filled with fear...

Not far away, Lin Yun gray head softened the fluctuating rule symbol shield, and the look at the holy mountain incarnation was also uncertain.

Damn, I knew that the incarnation of the Holy Mountain in the flames of anger would be absolutely terrible, with at least the strength of the fourth heavenly rank.

When it just erupted, if it spread, the heavenly scale here would be at least half dead, the heavenly level strong, in front of this incarnation of the holy mountain, no more than a little chicken, all can be pinched.

Unfortunately, however, the strength of the previous battle, the incarnation of the Holy Mountain, seemed to play a very unstable role, with each outbreak multiplying, but doubling, the weakening.

The diminishing light of Cromton, though half-held, with little angels singing together, is powerful and terrifying, and the strong at the same level can be diminished by at least 10%.

At the heavenly level, it is estimated that at least 50% of the strength will be suppressed, but in the face of this Holy Mountain incarnation, the effect is too obvious. That Holy Mountain incarnation has been weakened by at least 34% of the strength...

What's wrong with this Holy Mountain incarnation now? How come there's no smell of power at all...

Lin Yun is full of fog, and the other heavenly steps climbing from the ground are also full of doubts. No one knows why this is really happening.

Weird calm lasted for three seconds and nobody dared.

At this point, at the end of that hundred meters long ditch on the earth, a red-eyed cross blew out of the earth, and the golden temper condensed into a golden sword more than twenty meters long.

In the meantime, the sword, like gold, flew towards the incarnation of the Holy Mountain. In the middle of the sky, the surface of the golden sword revealed dense lines of numbness.

These lines seem to have survived, rapidly compressing the golden sword, which was compressed to three metres long after flying hundreds of metres away.

The sword splits open the air, the position of the tip of the sword, and even carries a slight visible space crack.

Everyone held their breath and stared at the golden sword that flew towards the incarnation of the Holy Mountain.

Golden sword into the 100 meters range of the incarnation of the Holy Mountain, without any obstruction, into 50 meters, nor any reduction in speed...

By the time it reached the 10-meter range, the Golden Sword remained unimpeded and the incarnation of the Holy Mountain had no defense whatsoever.

Between now, the golden sword easily penetrated the bosom of the Holy Mountain Incarnate Man, where it penetrated his body and was stuck.

And suddenly, the world seemed to be quiet, and everyone was standing still, and Cross himself, staring at the golden sword through the heart of the Holy Mountain Incarnation, looked incredible.

“Damn, is there something powerful around here? When did my condensed anti-gas weapon become so strong?

It actually penetrated directly through the chest of the Holy Mountain Incarnate Orc... ”

Cross's eyes muttered to himself somewhat agnostically, completely disgusted. The strength displayed before the incarnation of the Holy Mountain was definitely beyond the limits of what the heavenly class III could achieve.

Eighteen heavenly classes are instantly disintegrated, and the attack of the two heavenly class three peak strong, at least the top strong in the heavenly class four, is only possible.

The silence lasted for a few seconds, and the next moment, the holy mountain incarnation began to diffuse dark as ink through the chest of the golden sword.

These forces, like the ink dripping into the water, dissipate in the shape of a strand of ribbon, and the golden gladiator sword is dyed rapidly black.

Cross' golden fighting Qi was polluted and decayed, eventually dissipating into nothingness. In the great hole in the chest of the Holy Mountain incarnation, a lot of pitch-black forces still escaped, more terrible than just now appeared...

“Attack, damn it, kill him! ”

Cromton shouted in horror, forcibly running the magic, and the milky white magic gathered into a drop of milk-like matter that spilled over into the Holy Mountain Incarnation.

Large pieces of milky white holy light turn into columns of light, like a crude ray spell, falling one after the other towards the body of the incarnation of the Holy Mountain.

Cross waved the golden sword in his hand, constantly ejected the fighting qi and condensed a handle of golden qi weapon, the heavenly golden long sword turned into a sword rain covering the holy mountain incarnation...

And all the other heavenly ones have released their strongest spells.

Dubois releases the discipline thunder, Didala's Hand of the Flaming Demon, Morgan manipulates the Dark Demon releases the body, Slytherin Gaia's wrath, Bilbo's filmography...

Lin Yun, on the other hand, released the strongest monolithic technique he was good at, strengthening the version of the four-series bomb.

Heaven's spell and temper formed a heap of devastating floods from all directions to the center, all of which blew up on the incarnation of the Holy Mountain.

When one spell blows up and the power hasn't spread, it will be repressed by another spell, and all the power will work on the incarnation of the Holy Mountain.

The incarnation of the Holy Mountain resisted all attacks without moving. The wounds were getting worse and more and more dark forces emerged from his body. The energy fluctuations emanating from his body were becoming more and more confusing and powerful...

It seems that there are two powerful forces in his body that continue to fight, and over time, that dark, inky force seems to be slowly gaining ground...

Sacred Mountain incarnation raised its head, pure black eyes filled with intense negative emotions, at first glance it seemed like countless psychic spells to form a storm...

The low roar that makes people's souls tremble also begins to come out of the mouth of the incarnation of the Holy Mountain, every roar, the surrounding space will tremble gently with that roar.

“Kill him or we'll all die here! ”

Cromton's eyes have turned pure white. When he looks at the incarnation of the Holy Mountain, he can no longer keep calm. His face is full of horrors. He can even see the cold sweat constantly appearing on his forehead and evaporated by the light...

Whatever Cromton saw, everyone dared not carelessly and resisted so many attacks. The Orc of the Holy Mountain Incarnation, who looked ordinary, merely appeared to have some fine cracks in his body surface, could not have collapsed within a short time.

Morgan bit his teeth and waved out six magic scrolls, each emitting a remarkable magic scent.

Six magic scrolls ripped apart, and in an instant it seemed like six sky mages were simultaneously releasing their strongest spells. Six black single-edged spears emerged from the sky and fell into the body of the Holy Mountain Incarnation.

The intense breath of death and darkness seems to silence the surrounding space.

Six single-edged spears pierced the body of the Holy Mountain and crucified his body to the ground.

Anubis spear, legendary in the face of the dead, Anubis mastered the rules of death and soul, leaving everything to the silence of death, the face of the dead known as the horror of the reaper.

This single-edged spear is Anubis' weapon and contains terrible forces that directly kill the biological soul.