Versatile Mage

Chapter 690: Dead Tide Fades

“Beware, Chaos Cave will bring back our previous powers, which may become stronger!” The mysterious white man made a noise to remind people.

“It should be the man on the head of the mountain peak, his breath...” Han Silence raised his head and looked at him!

As Han Lonely said, everyone in the room is strong, their sensory abilities are very acute. The man on the head of the mountain peak not only used one magic to dissolve everyone's joint blow, but also his breath, strangely carrying a mystery, making everyone consciously alert, completely smelling the danger he emitted!

Nearest to Mount Movan's body, he stood at the top of an experimental building signal tower that smashed half of the way down, just the same height as the man on the Mount's body.

The body of the mountain peak no longer runs away, this is the madman of a lifetime who seems very afraid of the person, his body actually slowly kneeled down, his arrogant head also kept drooping...

Everyone saw this scene, and their faces were filled with shock!

Let the Mountain Body Kneel

Who the hell is this? Is the realm higher than the top strength of the monarch's mountain body???

No wonder strong people like Han Xiong also show some panic!!

The mountain corpse turned around and slowly walked toward the crowd with the man on top of his head. The millennium madman seemed willing to be the driver of that man.

Gradually, the rain of the dark dawn fell from the sky. In the shadow, you can see this man in a black armour. The evil air is bright and solemn and cold. He looks at the people and also at that golden wind and rain shaking inner city not far away!

“Gu... Gu... Gu Wang!!” The mysterious white man trembled so violently that his eyes became so empty!

Han is stuck too!

From the ancient painting roll, the ancient Wang Yuhua was wearing exactly a black black evil robe. The clothing in front of him coincided with the historical roll passed down from a long time ago, and no matter how he looked at everything, how he overlooked the living spirit, he really didn't have a lively smell!!

“He is awake…” he said, wishing him some loss of soul.

When he wakes up, it will be over, and all the living will be dead, this city, which has passed down for thousands of years, will also be heaven for the dead, night and night!

The body of the mountain peak approached, and this guy didn't dare to release a little more of that raving breath, not a major trauma under his throat, and because the man standing over his head, he didn't dare move a little.

It followed the steps of vibration, passing by the signal tower of this experimental building where Movan stood, and at this moment Movan could see the face of the man in the robe!

Not his side face, because the man in the robe turned his head, and the eyes of the dead water beach looked straight at themselves!

“Chief… Commander…” Movan was so cold that he couldn't believe the scene he saw.

Knock it off!!

This face is the chief instructor emptied!!

Movan felt his mind was about to be subverted, and he couldn't understand what he was seeing.

The void in the robe stares at himself, wondering if he recognizes himself or just feels that his demonic smell is different.

All of a sudden, the man in the armour raised his hand.

The chaotic hole that absorbed all of your skills appeared in front of Movan!

Movan subconsciously thought he was attacking himself, strained, ready to fight with that deep doubt.

But the chaotic * * * * rushes out, not those who had destructive energy before, like a weird space-time door was opened, and the flipped chaotic cyclone rolled up three shadows.

“Liu Ru, Zhang Xiaohou, Su Xiaolo! ”

Movan recognized the three of them at a glance, hurried and busy, grabbed one with one hand, and bit Zhang Xiaohou's neck back collar with his teeth...

Through the shoulders of the mountain corpses, Mofan bounced back to the signal tower in the experimental building.

The three of them were apparently turned into a coma by a chaotic cyclone, with their eyes closed and mindless. After Movan put them down, he once again laid his eyes on the man in the robe.

However, if the emptiness of the two men is not communicated with Movan any more, he turns indifferently and leaves everyone with an independent shadow...

As he turned around, the body of the mountain seemed to have been given some sort of order, turning around and taking great steps in a direction outside the city.

“Boom!! ”

“Boom!!! ”

“Boom!!! ”

Mountain corpses make the sound of rocking mountains every step of the way, and every step of the way they take, they see a dead army sinking into the soil unnamed outside the inner city.

The first to disappear is the North City. Most of the corpse army possesses the ability to encircle the land. In a few minutes, the sea of corpses has infiltrated under the wreckage of the city. From the unusual fluctuations generated by the earth, these tens of thousands of corpse armies are following the peak corpse away... to be precise, it should be the man standing on top of the peak corpse!

“Bang ~ ~ ~"

As the footsteps became more and more distant, the tide of the dead faded in the north city, and the spectacular departure delayed the sunshine, as if twilight were approaching.

Gradually, a ghost king from the south finally appeared in the eyes of the world!

This monarch seemed to have no end in mind. He opened his huge wings like a bat and flew over the inner city's golden junction in panic, just as he was heading north...

Immediately following this demon king is the army of demons like a raging cloud. As they flew over the gold junction, the entire inner city plunged into darkness and couldn't reach for five fingers.

Soon these clouds, made up of countless demons, flew north, returning a ray of humble sunshine to the city and leaving behind a group of people who had fainted directly into the streets.

“Knock! Knock, knock!!! ”

Finally, the terrifying army of skeletons finally faded.

The eight dead kings, including the mountain peak corpse, all four of the living kings led their own reigning spiritual tribes away gradually, no one dared to stay, no one touched the inner city again, even if the inner city's golden junction was about to crumble at any moment.

The black ocean gradually disappeared to the north, and the city's wolf was completely exposed to the brightening sun. The collapsed buildings, broken streets, broken bridges, unseen urban areas...

Only a well-preserved inner city, with countless survivors, complete walls and buildings, but seemingly falling apart, silent in the sun, long unaware - this havoc is over!