A new method of not causing alarms was born, that is, punching fast enough to make people fly out of their sight in the blink of an eye, while controlling the vibration of the air and eliminating sound. .

There is a huge cemetery in Yurik City. Zhao Mai will priests who are trying to preach to him, just like playing golf, hitting them one by one into the crater, allowing them to accompany the bones. The Eight-Eye Sword follows him honestly, looking at the afterimages disappearing into the sky, and then looking at Zhao Mai's fist, revealing an envious look.

At this moment, the continuous horns sounded in Yurik City, and the daily prayers of the whole city began. All the residents, whether slaves, soldiers or slave owners, knelt down toward the mountain. The priests sang hymns in unison, changing with the horn's tone.

The witch king Harmanna wore a bright red robe with a large tail, a high gold crown, and a skeleton with an obsidian ball in his hand. He slowly walked out under a white feather fan supported by a group of slaves and came to the platform. He carried an amber mask and had three centripetal-connected "6" on his forehead. When he walked, he cheered for the collapse of the landslides; when he reached out his hand, the whole city became silent.

This seemed to be a good opportunity for sneak attacks. Zhao Mai finally resisted the urge to fly over and slap in the face. The seemingly ordinary platform actually laid a lot of magical protection, and they would not appear without attack. When assassinating Karak in Tyr City, Shatili and Kotande also needed to destroy the magical protection first, and then Rikas's heart-wood spear had the chance to succeed.

Magic is not the main character of Zhao Mai, but violent cracking is always a feasible choice. The platform on which Harmanna stands stands protrudes from the cliff, with arched support below and four cable-stayed cables on it. The end of the platform happens to be above the city, and can be seen clearly from any angle.

Zhao Mailio turned sideways and pulled out the long sword from the scabbard. Faced with energy shields and other things, Jin Jin was obviously much better than his fist. The eight eyes of the Eight Eye Sword turned around excitedly, looking for his own target everywhere. Zhao Mai obviously had a plan, and once the phantom moved, he flew up.

The magic circle near the platform really reacted. The resistance to Zhao Mai's teleportation increased rapidly as he approached the platform, until he hit a tight-textured wall. He had to jump out of the teleportation and reappear, just standing on the cliff above the platform side. Since the phantom movement required a change in physical condition, the Eight-Eyed Sword could not be teleported by this spell. It hurriedly flew over and actively stuffed the hilt into Zhao Mai's hand.

As a result, everyone saw them. Dogian covered his forehead and couldn't believe his eyes. "Why don't you attack?! Why are you acting handsome!"

Hamanna is not an ordinary person, so he naturally has seen Zhao Mai. His gray-blue eyes shot the invaded rage at Zhao Mai through the gap in the mask. "Ignorance and rude reptile, you have committed blasphemy and God sentenced you to death!"

Dozens of priests raised the holy emblem and pointed their fingers at Zhao Mai. In an instant, golden lightning and white flames shot over, just like a volley completed by the most elite archers. Hamanna's mask covered the cruel smile on the corner of his mouth.

He has seen the enemy die in flames and lightning countless times, and even giants will burn, and in the end only the charred bones are left. This golden lightning and white flame are spells he created specifically to eliminate trolls. His predecessor lost favor because of the unfavorable extermination of trolls. He naturally had to do better in order to gain Rajat's favor and become the current witch king.

Zhao Mai blinked his eyes, jumped off the cliff calmly and landed near the platform. Logically, the flames and lightning were extremely fast, and no bows and arrows could be compared with each other. However, under Zhao Mai's calm movements, the spell seemed very slow, and the contrast made people feel uncomfortable in the stomach. He did not look at Harmanna, but stared at a priest who was closest to him. "Hey, you're so busy!"

"God gave me strength to fight against evil!" The priest raised his right hand in the air and pulled out a long energy whip with golden light from the elemental plane. It has to be said that the spells invented by Hamanna were all very good. This long energy whip was surrounded by red flames and golden lightning, and made a buzzing sound when it flicked in the air, with amazing momentum.

"God said: Kneel down and repent!" The long whip suddenly twitched Zhao Mai's cheek, probably wanting to circle it twice around its neck. The idea was good, but it fell into Zhao Mai's trap. He stretched out his hand, grabbed the energy whip in the air, and let the lightning and flames run towards him. His spiritual power formed a protection, and these elemental energy would "slide" away on the surface of his body and would not hurt him at all.

The energy channel connecting the inside and outside the platform appeared, which was exactly what Zhao Mai needed. There is no doubt that the magic protection force of the energy channel would be smaller than that of other places. Hamanna glared at her eyes and instantly understood Zhao Mai's intention, but before he could shout, "Let go of the spell!" Zhao Mai had already stabbed a sword with force along the long energy whip.

ripples appeared out of thin air, and the magic energy extracted from Atas's vitality showed power, trying to push the foreign object that pierced into his body. However, when the vibrator was affected by powerful external forces, it would only become tighter and harder, and would not transmit resistance back. Zhao Mai used this piercing gap to stuff his mind supernatural powers in, and then suddenly spread them open.

A spherical gap appeared in the platform's protection system, and Zhao Mai walked in. He used his hand to pull the energy whip and threw the priest who attacked him behind him. Countless attacks hit his back, and he moved one step to put away his psychic powers. The platform's protection spell returned to normal, blocking countless attacks outside.

The spell explosion was as brilliant as fireworks, and the color of the platform shield changed constantly like a kaleidoscope. It was the background color of Zhao Mai fighting with the witch King Hamanna. The witch King took a deep breath, and his head crown, mask, and robe fell off. He was wearing a bone breastplate on his body, polished very smoothly like jade, so he couldn't tell what bones it was made of.

Several female slaves holding feather fan have long been brainwashed and have no ability to judge dangerous situations. They dropped the ritual tools, waved their nails and teeth, and rushed up like crazy. The last three priests on the platform held scepters, surrounded by "sacred" energy, but a mixture of light energy and flames rushed towards Zhao Mai.
Chapter completed!