Monarch of Evernight

The python's corpse was completely empty, meaning it was replenished at night. However, replenishment always takes time to digest and cannot go far at night. It's only here that the witch kills a little.

She thought a little, her figure flashed, appeared somewhere else, and then began to think quietly, searching her field to determine where the thousand nights were.

But for a moment, Kung Fu was searched out again at a thousand nights. Unexpectedly, this millennium did not rush to escape with a scintillation of void, but ran wild in the forest.

The witch had an accident and then smiled and chased her up. In her view, a thousand nights is a purely suicidal path. The natural speed of all but spider demons in the four great races of eternal night is fast. Without special skill boosts, single speeds, witches simply don't feel they will be thrown away.

So what is the power of a thousand nights not enough? Or are you setting a trap?

The witch was not in a hurry to catch up, but was so not far behind, constantly attacking with magic distant.

Thousands of nights, their hands lit a golden flame of nuclear power, chopping off the black demon belt that kept wrapping around them like a knife and an axe. Every time the belt is broken, the bear ignites and burns out instantly. And there seems to be a security line in the heart of a thousand nights, a certain distance from the witch, and whenever there are signs of pulling closer, you use all sorts of physical methods, even to make the most of the terrain.

This actually plunged into a war of depletion, where both forces had the same speed of depletion, but the witch had to maintain a vast area where the magic was depleted far above the thousand nights.

But the witch is not alone, she is surrounded by the Night Strong. If a thousand nights run wrong and are surrounded, I'm afraid we don't have as good luck as before to be able to break the siege undamaged.

And so he ran away, and not long later, Thousand Nights and Witches had circled two big circles around the well of the stars. At this moment, they would have left the Night Strong behind, and even Anwen could not keep up. Ever since the thousands of nights had stopped using void flashes, the witch had inadvertently left no ink to indicate the way.

At this moment, the witch senses the intentions of the thousand nights. He does not want to stay away from the wells of the stars. Most of them do not want to see the everlasting strong get the source blood. And the best thing for Everlasting Night is for her to continue to hunt down Thousand Nights, and then send Edward, Rawler, and others to the star wells to draw blood, so that Thousand Nights will be in a dilemma.

Whatever it is, there is no point in the war of attrition here. In any case, there is the danger of throwing oneself into the net.

But somehow she hadn't told Anwen to do so and was still hunting down the night.

By now, it's been over an hour since the two of us have been chasing each other. When the witch sees the care of dragging time for thousands of nights, she no longer strikes remotely from the rear, but punches herself to intercept. The two bombarded each other from time to time, sometimes in close proximity.

Discovering the witch at night to change her strategy and force him to fight in the face, she finally stopped circling around the star well and began to flee, drilling wherever there was a gap. Every part of the forest became his borrowing point, and the speed of direction was constantly changing, leaving no room for prediction.

Rapid lightning and spooky ghosts almost maximize your tactical, physical and perceptive advantage. If a witch makes a mistake in judgment, she will be fled dozens of meters at night. How could she be willing to do that? Start using your full strength and flash to intercept at the side of the thousand nights.

At this point, the difference between the two is visible. The witch acts in her own field in a manner similar to a void crossing, and she becomes nil and almost weightless, so she moves faster than imagined, dozens of meters away.

When it comes to the speed of short-range movement, the witch can flash with the void. Blinking in the void is the ultimate secret to truly passing through space, while witches actually move honestly and truthfully within space. As such, the speed of both is almost equal, as can be seen from the witch's horrors.

But this way of moving witches is too high-end, relying entirely on the motion traction of magic in the realm, and there is insufficient flexibility in the direction. In contrast, the silly method of physical force, similar to that of a ferocious beast, is used at a thousand nights, and it depends on the speed and direction of the tread.

In the Great Whirlpool Forest, it is obvious that the way of a thousand nights is more appropriate. Here, the grass and stones are very hard. They can tread harder and harder at night. They can also tread on slightly thicker branches, which means that any amount of strength can be borrowed. On the other hand, witches should be careful not to be able to break down roadblocking trees in order to move as quickly as on the outer continent.

Here, she might be able to smash a giant ancient tree with all her might, but she might also be stunned. Besides, the movement of levelling a forest lasted longer, no less than the impact of a force gun blow. She is now quite close to each traction flash, far from being able to maximize speed.

Had it not been in the woods, witches would have stopped thousands of nights ago. But what if?

She also seemed to be able to strike the real fire, and Sex completely renounced her perception of Anwen and other pedestrians' whereabouts and devoted herself to the pursuit of thousands of nights. The witch sees that there have been several opportunities to use the void to flash without utilizing it, and should have been unable to initiate the secret. This is a good time to kill him.

Night after night, every time the witch's murder is avoided, the situation becomes more and more precarious. But there was no panic in his heart, no superficial wolf. He is watching the Book of Darkness, awaiting the completion of the transformation of the sperm clotting stored in it.

Now that most of the sperm blood has been condensed, in a few minutes, all the sperm blood will be condensed, and the raw sperm blood from the python will be purified to the point where it can be used for direct combustion of the blood nucleus.

The Great Vortex is a magical place indeed. Outside the Great Vortex, the Book of Black simply serves to store and does not condense the sperm blood. Or it does have condensation, but only minimal purification, negligible. In the Great Vortex, not only does the purity of condensed semen increase dramatically, but the speed of condensation conversion is also extremely fast. It may take a whole day outside the Great Vortex to complete here in just over an hour.

So, because of the existence of the Book of Darkness, the witch's judgment of the power state of the thousand nights is completely reversed.

Thousands of nights are watching when the Book of Darkness is transformed into fine blood, and the consumption of Force and Blood Gas is carefully calculated. He now tries to control the loss of blood gas and uses force to assist the body in its own combat. In this way, he has not actually been able to do his utmost to gradually become disadvantaged in the fighting, but can still insist.

At the end of the crossbow, a light flashed on the cover of the Book of Darkness, and the transformation of sperm blood condensation was finally completed!

Thousands of nights whizzed, dawn light erupted suddenly, a circle of nuclear flames centered on him, waving around, instantly igniting hundreds of large and small fire groups. These are witches or the magic of dawn or night, and the force of dawn swept away at this moment.

Without waiting for the witch to lay down a new magic, the thousand nights have restarted on an ancient tree, stepping on the trunk held together by several of its people is deeply bent. So vigorously, he was shot out like an arrow, and the instant the distance from the witch was widened.

The witch just laughed, and the willingness of the thousand nights to consume the Force was just in her arms. In her calculations, he is no longer capable of continuously flashing the void. When the force runs out, it is time for him to grab it.

She danced with her hands, instantly appearing several black magic curves in front of the thousands of nights in the distance, staggering the interception. At the same time, her body falsified, turned into a stream of light and chased at full speed towards the thousand nights. A hundred meters away is just a thought move for her.

Yet right in front of her, the shadow of the night suddenly began to vanish.

The witch's heart moved and the invisibility felt bad. She could not care less about the magic consumption. She waved out dozens of magic wires and wrapped them from all sides to all sides for thousands of nights.

But the shadow of Thousand Nights became twisted and blurred, and then disappeared, and all the magic filaments became empty and cluttered.

The witch raised her anger and raised her eyes. She suddenly appeared a thousand meters away and rushed over. At this moment, she was killed because she was fooled by a thousand nights and misjudged. But she was just angry, but she didn't panic. If there were only three or two void flashes left in the thousand nights, she couldn't escape her hand.

The witch flew halfway and disappeared at night. She searched hard, and a little later, she finally caught the trail of thousands of nights away. Only when she discovered the thousand nights, the thousand nights shadow had become absent, and the third void flash had been activated long ago.

The witch became a flowing light and drew a large arc in the air, which turned smoothly, but this time, she could not find a thousand nights of walking, apparently he had flashed away through the void.

She had to stop, her cold eyes swept across the sea, but there were still thousands of nights.

At this moment, as usual, the realm is also perceived. Flying birds of all sizes and sizes are moving into chaos. The two of them were like this, and the chicken dog jumped in the middle of the forest sea. Where else can you tell the whereabouts of a thousand nights in chaos?

There are a lot of reactions to blood gas, basically all gathered together, and you don't have to ask, you know, Edward's crew.

“A bunch of junk!” The witch couldn't help but scold. None of these strong members of the bloodline have yet found themselves covered by her domain, walking blindly and ignorantly, all under the control of a witch. In the witch's eyes, they are truly rubbish. I just don't know if she's cursing these blood clans or not.

At this point, suddenly there were new sensations in her field, and in one direction dawn forces appeared. Although this force is impure, it is in any case the Force of Dawn.

At this moment, the witch is on fire, her figure flashed, she has appeared near the power of the group of dawn, she doesn't even look, wave is just a few invisible demon blades slashed empty. With the force she perceived, this time she could cut the person into several pieces.