The black magician danced his wand, and the magic power it stimulated resonates with space. The majestic magic power stimulated the air and expanded the field of black magic rapidly.

The poor Necromancer King's Evil Eye was captured by the space-time spell again before he stood firm. The space it was in began to twist and the dimensions broke. The Immortal King roared into the sky, and his body was sucked into it and disappeared.

The Dark Master was stunned for a few breaths, and looked at the black magician who stood in front of him, who was invincible like a god of war, and even the gloss of the thousand-year-old eyes began to dim.

No, it's not over yet.

He forced himself to calm down.

He still has Gavoka in, and he holds the last hope of reversal.

The dimension wall, the trap that the opponent suffers from the opponent's attack, rebounds all the combat damage.

The current black magician is like an invincible god of war, immune to any spells or special abilities, but his master is not.

Just activate the trap at the moment of his attack and rebound the spell damage to the Pharaoh himself...

"Activate the magic card 'Black Magic Guide' from the hand." The game said lightly, "You can start when there is a 'Black Magician' on your field.

All the magic and trap cards on the opponent's field will be destroyed!"

Before the great priest could respond, the black magician's staff was sweeping smoothly, and the torrent of magic power blasted out with pitch-black lightning. The field of the black magic enveloped the great priest's entire venue. The crackling current was like thousands of short arrows, blowing the stone slabs that were covered into a pile of holes.

The magic field continued to expand, sweeping across the entire confined space! The immortal souls were crying in woe, and countless ghosts were broken through by black magic lightning. The undead realm disappeared, and the powerful "Immortal World" was destroyed by the power of just one spell and disappeared.

The Dark Master stood there blankly, looking at the empty venue in front of him, unable to speak for a long time.

He knew that it was all over.

His desires, his ambitions, everything he has worked hard to manage.

After the casting of the spell, the black magician Wei Ran stood in front of the Pharaoh, holding the staff across his chest. Although it was just a slender figure, it was like an insurmountable natural barrier.

"Is this the power of...the supreme and strongest magician? Mahad?" he murmured.

"The last blow." The game raised his hand, "Black Magician, attack directly."

The black magician raised his staff.

The waves of magic spread, and the light blasted up with the spells, bursting out from the dark priest's chest and abdomen, causing the priest to fly out of the back, the mask was broken, the cloak broke, and the whole person flew out of the realm like a piece of rag.
Chapter completed!