The Witch King, who took off his mask, had short golden hair, his cruel appearance, his dark skin tightened, and his eyes were as yellow as gold and cold as gold. Hamanna smiled, revealing four fangs and needle teeth all over his mouth: "Be prepared to bear the price of angering me!"

He took a breath and his mind suddenly opened. The powerful pressure spread throughout every corner of the space, even if it was hidden in other planes, the same was true for the semi-plane. The magic protection of the platform turned one direction and became an inward protection, otherwise it would have fallen apart in this fierce pressure. Zhao Mai shook his wrist and found that his movement speed was also affected.

"So this trick is used like this!" It is never better to visit it or experience it when reading it in a book. Carac's notes also have the skills to use his mind's superpowers to form the realm of pressure, blocking and harming all attackers with the idea of ​​"close to the Witch King".

The marble platform made a gaba sound, which was the sound of its interior beginning to break and twist under pressure. The cable-stayed cable swayed left and right, and the arch bridge supporting the platform was full of cracks. Zhao Mai's body was flattened and shrunk, and with the help of the natural force, he grew back to his original form. For this reason, the Witch King cast a gaze of praise.

"You are Macron's roar, are you? The one who really killed the Witch King Carac." He said with a smile on his lips: "You are qualified to stand among us and share the authority of the world together. Tyre must be much better in your hands than the clown in Tessian, because in the end, the power determines who is above and who is below."

"I have seen this move of you, please change it." Zhao Mai licked his lips, "I have seen a technique called Psychic Spiral. Can you?"

The Witch King Hamanna narrowed his eyes and grabbed Zhao Mai with no items in the air. Zhao Mai felt a suction force, but his domain was self-contained and nothing was sucked away. "What are you sucking? Oh, vitality. You want to use my vitality to perform magic, just like you pull the power of magic from this world. If you can't pull me, you'd better use the spiral spiral. I've always wanted to see it."

"Random!" With his roar, all the residents of Yurik fell to the ground, their bodies trembling constantly. The energy of magic gathered in Hamanna's hand and turned into a hot red light ball the size of a volleyball. The flames rose on the red ball, and the air was twisted due to the high temperature. The Witch King seemed to hold the sun in his hand.

As the light shone over, Zhao Mai's skin began to smoke, burning with the power of corrosion. "You actually created radiation energy? No wonder you killed all the trolls!" Zhao Mai moved his neck and converted the surface of his skin into a shell structure similar to a ghost spacecraft. In space, deadly radiation is everywhere, and the ghost spacecraft has adapted to it for a long time and has its own way of dealing with it.

Harmanna looked at Zhao Mai curiously, and then threw the light ball over. It was simply a "dirty bomb". Once it exploded, the flow of high-energy particles and radioactive energy would kill all the creatures around. Zhao Mai was a little curious about what method the Witch King would use to avoid killing himself, but curiosity also had to be used in the right place. Protecting life is definitely much more important than curiosity.

The light ball kept flying closer, surrounded by layers of cold air, forcibly cooling it. The essence of heat is the irregular thermal movement of molecules, and Zhao Mai's cold air also gives all energy a way to vent. The light ball was reduced in energy level as it was stripped off while flying, and at the same time it was reduced by Zhao Mai's psychic supernatural power. When it arrived in front of Zhao Mai, the radiation was still there, but it could no longer explode, and the power was only very small.

Seeing his light ball being cracked, Harmanna widened her eyes, her expression was crazy and excited, making a "ahhhhhhhh" sound and waving her arms, "Okay! That's great! Carac died unjustly! He died well! I just like guys like you!"

"You're brain-related?" Zhao Mai said: "For the last time, show me the psychic spiral, and I'll fight you with peace of mind."

Hamanna closed his laughing expression in an instant and became as serious as a rock. He looked at Zhao Mai coldly, and his body began to swell. He quickly rose to about three floors, with his golden pupils looking down at Zhao Mai, and the platform looked small and narrow. His strong body was covered with golden hair, and at the end of a long tail like a lion, there was a large bunch of hair at the end of which was hit on the ground like a heavy hammer, making a dull sound. Like all cat predators, the strong muscles and strong hind legs both had speed and strength at the same time; the beast's arms were still like human shapes, but they were well-melted and their hands became claws. From the top of the head to the neck, there were thick golden mane, and the scepter had become a pendant, and it was hidden in the mane under the neck. The fangs of Hamanna's original were now fangs stretched out under the half-leopard nose.

He rushed over, waved his claws, and grabbed Zhao Mai with a sharp sound of wind, and the cold light flashed. Zhao Mai held the sword behind his body, rotated and slashed. Only a refreshing and sharp "crack" sound was heard, the lion's claws and arms separated, flying alone in the air.

"Let you not use the spiral of the spiral!" Zhao Mai waved the Eight-Eye Sword and slashed over it. Hamanna is worthy of being a guy who can exterminate a species. He noticed something wrong in an instant and would react at the same moment. He used the psychic energy as a recoil, attacking Zhao Mai while providing strength for his mobile dodging.

The Eight-Eyed Sword became slow but it was only relative to itself, but it still slashed Hamanna's skin and cut it open. Until this time, blood spurted out from the broken wrist and the wound on the flesh on the ribs. The red droplets were spherical in the air, and the body temperature of the Witch King was burning, which was beautiful and charming. Hamanna finally avoided being cut in half, and used a jump back to avoid Zhao Mai's long sword.

But he was unable to avoid Zhao Mai's pursuit of the warrior who had already taken action would not stop with just one move. Zhao Mai accelerated suddenly and rushed up against the pressure of Hamanna's spiritual supernatural power. The closer he got to the Witch King, the greater the pressure he was, almost rising in the index. Between the two people, because of this heavy pressure, not only matter, but also space was damaged. The air broke into countless prisms, and the bizarre shadows refracted back and forth on the mirror surface of the space, just like hundreds of Hamanna and thousands of Zhao Mai.

The eight-eyed sword made of vibrating gold was much smaller than that of Zhao Mai himself, so it was able to penetrate Harmanna's chest, cut open the flesh, cut off the ribs, and cut open the heart! The spiritual supernatural field between the two was compressed to the limit, and then an explosion inevitably occurred. There was no fire, no loud noise, only Zhao Mai who was standing in place and the giant lion man who was knocked away.

The realm, the supernatural powers of the mind and the stronger power made Zhao Mai the person standing on the platform, and the Witch King was bounced away and turned into a parabola flying towards the crater. Zhao Mai shook his long sword, kicked hard, and chased him. The platform that had been tortured over and over was finally freed. It was completely shattered, fell from the air, and drifted into Yurik City.
Chapter completed!