The pile of bones in the crater has existed for thousands of years. The wind and sand, the souls of the wronged and the hollow eyes on the skulls are looking at the two falling shadows. The huge half-liu man constantly extracts the vitality around him and makes his right hand grow again. Zhao Mai follows behind him, and the long sword in his hand draws a cold light.

Every Rajat fighter is a powerful creature transformed, and the one who can become the Witch King is one of the best. Hamanna's second heart is still beating, which gives him a window of time to repair his first heart. Although he fell into the pile of bones, he still has this in mind on the battlefield?

There was no trace of water in the bones, and the wind eroded and sunlight, most of them broke when they touched. The half-leopard man fell down violently, and his supernatural powers suppressed the field, and a large number of bones became dust. With a bang, the smoke and dust in the sky formed a huge cloud, rushing straight into the sky from the crater, like a new eruption. Zhao Mai rushed into the smoke and dust and chased Harmanna tightly.

The serious Witch King stopped talking nonsense. He raised his arm and countless bones formed a huge fist, and swung his fist at Zhao Mai. Just as Zhao Mai began to speed up and avoid the fist, he punched him again from the front of the skeleton crater.

Zhao Mai burst out his own spiritual power, forming a sharp knife, and his fist cutting the bone continued to move downward, with crackling sounds endlessly. Hamanna found that his counterattack could not slow Zhao Mai down at all, and there was no power of life for him to absorb in the bone volcanic pit. So he roared, kicked his legs, and tried to jump out from the side.

The rapid change of direction is a great burden on the body. The acceleration will destroy internal organs and bones, and even squeeze blood directly out of the skin-wrapped **. Hamanna judged that Zhao Mai had no time to stop him, but he did not know that his opponent was not considered a human at all. In the sudden second jump, Zhao Mai moved a distance for a while and grabbed Hamanna's mane with his left hand.

"It feels pretty good." Zhao Mai's fingers squirmed, grabbed the skin along the hair, and then pinched the muscles and bones. The two of them hugged each other in the air, but one was downward and the other rushed to the sky. At the moment of the intersection, Zhao Mai threw his body to the limit. After rotating 360 degrees, he strangled the half-liu man's neck and threw it back to the ground.

Zhao Mai hovered in the air, his body became like a twist. With a crackling sound, he slowly rebounded and restored to the true form of a human. Hamanna fell like a meteor, penetrating the skeleton cemetery that was dozens of meters thick, and hitting the bottom of the volcano.

A dull "dong" came faintly from the ground, and then the impact wave was the impact wave. All the bones began to rise, rotate, collided with each other, and continued to rise. The skull, ribs, ulnar and scrambling bones, pelvic bones, metacarpal bones and foot bones. These bones seemed to be coming alive, slowly rising beside Zhao Mai, as if dancing, and as if expressing gratitude in body language. The crater could not withstand the impact, so the whole expanded outward and collapsed, and the bones scattered towards the city like popcorn.

The whole city began to scream and panic, at least for those who had not become mad believers. They tried their best to start running away, rather than hiding in a desert without green and water than in the city. But they were not far away because the constant small earthquakes would trip over their feet, and the priests were trying to maintain order.

"Let's go and help them!" As soon as Shatili moved, Dogian pressed on the shoulder. Xiaohua stepped on the reserve grain, and the latter pressed the accelerator, and the car sank into the ground and continued to distance himself from the city. Without Zhao Mai's instructions, everyone, especially Shatili, must not leave the car.

Zhao Mai was still in the crater, and his body was surrounded by ascending and flying skeletons, all of which were in chaos. However, his eyes were always locked in Hamanna, even if he had already crashed into the ground. Rajat's fighters were really tough. Their modified bodies could withstand huge energy and withstand huge damage. Zhao Mai was happy that he had found a good opponent and a good sample, so he picked up the Eight-Eyed Sword and killed it.

He chased into the ground and penetrated the hard rocks until he fell into the lava pipeline when the volcano erupted with Hamanna. The dark red liquefied rocks covered the bodies of the two men, the golden mane was stripped naked, and the skin was torn off in large areas. On the other hand, Zhao Mai, the lava here is far less than that of the Doomsday Volcano, and can only be regarded as a journey of recuperation and massage.

Fist and fist, sword and spell constantly collided, and the power was spread freely. No matter what kind of energy, lightning, flames or the impact of the force field, it caused serious damage to the earth. The extinct volcano was beaten into an active volcano, and the magma that was trying to erupt was once again pressed back by continuous impact. The entire Uric city twitched in the fluctuations of shallow earthquakes, and everything was shaking, cracking, and collapsed.

A huge underground cavity was created, completely pressed by the impact of the supernatural powers. Even sand and dust would turn into a solid and dense rock formation in this case. In the crypt, magma flowed across, poison gas spread, and the dark red light brought hideous and twisted black shadows. The eight-eyed sword carried the power of ice, and each wave illuminated the cave like lightning. The huge lion man kept losing flesh and limbs, and could no longer maintain deformation and giantness. Hamanna had to restore his original form and stood vaguely on the lava.

His scepter had already reached Zhao Mai's hands, and the latter took it and checked it repeatedly. The scepter was made of an unknown alloy, with a black stone ball inlaid on both ends. "I have seen this obsidian ball in Carac, but his ball was bigger. I remember that he reached out to grab the obsidian ball before he died." Zhao Mai recalled the scene in the battle and groped on the scepter with his fingers. The obsidian ball shook, and immediately a powerful vitality was emitted from the scepter and passed to Zhao Mai's arm.

"So that's it. The Witch King's obsidian ball was used to collect life energy." Zhao Mai crushed the scepter and threw it into the lava. "You absorb power from plants and cast magic, so what are the power drawn from intelligent creatures for?"

Harmanna stared at Zhao Mai with golden eyes, and magma flowed through his body, taking away pieces of skin. But even though his muscles and blood vessels were exposed, the Witch King was still standing firmly. His voice seemed to be coming from his abdomen, low but clear: "Have you ever seen dragon magic? It turns out that old ghost Karak died so much?"
Chapter completed!