Harmanna slowly raised his arm, and his movements looked clumsy and awkward due to the terrible wounds and condensed magma. He stretched out a finger to point Zhao Mai, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He said softly, like chanting a hymn: "No creature can resist death, the sun, flames and light will end you."

A black ray shot out from his fingertips and flew towards Zhao Mai. This was a strange spell, because Zhao Mai could not feel any energy fluctuations from the black rays. Before the ray had flown one-third of the way, Zhao Mai felt the threat and shifted to the right on a whim. Sure enough, he was hit inexplicably, and his left arm and left shoulder disappeared together, transforming into the black smoke rising in the air.

It turned out that this spell was very restrained and invisible at all. The black ray was just a residue caused by the passage of this spell. It was the scar left when the natural force and various substances disappeared along the way and the annihilation was still before the black ray. Zhao Mai recalled the feeling when he was hit. What he could remember was the irresistible heat, just like the surface of the sun. Even if it was a Z insect cell, it could adapt to the environment, but could not survive on the surface of the sun unless it was prepared.

"Is this dragon magic? It's really a good ability. I guess you can't bear such power when fighting between you witch kings, right?" Zhao Mai stood steadily, and the muscles near the wound kept squirming. "When I was a child, I read a comic. There was a villain named Sharu. He grew almost half of his body with a puff. Sorry, I can't regenerate so quickly, which disappoints you."

Even if he expressed his apology, Zhao Mai also restored his physical integrity as he finished this sentence. He moved his new left arm, tested and adjusted the fluency of natural force and psychic supernatural powers. "Okay, can you do the attack just now? I promise not to hide this time."

Hamanna didn't know what to say, and smiling faced him would definitely not be the case. The muscles on his face were entangled and gritted his teeth and released black rays to Zhao Mai again. Zhao Mai raised his hand, and the white ice gathered in his palm, blocking the invisible destruction rays. Cold and heat collided, and Zhao Mai's cold air was immediately dispelled. However, this action had at least a little slow effect, and Zhao Mai also took this opportunity to peek at the true face of the spell. He shrank his hand back, and the cold air kept stopping the rays from approaching layer by layer using consumption methods.

Unfortunately, it failed. The rays burned part of Zhao Mai's body again, and a large piece of his chest and waist and abdomen were lost. However, he still stood firmly, and his body continued to regenerate, and soon returned to its original state. For Zhao Mai, the body organs have division of labor, but he has no idea of ​​being vital. Even if they were all burned into ashes in the Doomsday Volcano, as long as the insect heart ring is still there and the Z insect race is still there, then he "should not disappear."

"This is completely unreasonable!" Hamanna felt that he was experiencing the most bizarre and hilarious day in his life, and it was also the most terrifying day. Even when the fighters united under the convening of Polis (Dragon Emperor), overthrowed and sealed Rajat, he was not as scared as he is now. "What kind of monster are you? Why don't you die!"

"Everyone is a monster, but I'm more monsters. You're going farther on the bad road, each with its own merits." Zhao Mai held the vibrating sword. In theory, this weapon can block the strange energy rays of the Witch King very effectively and safely, but he still is reluctant to do this experiment. In fact, the attack is only particularly effective during the raid. If you have some preparation, you can still avoid it.

"I take back my previous words, Karak died unjustly. He is the mage among us, I am an assassin, and we each have our own strengths." Hamanna said: "You are different. You are just a damn pervert!"

"Just just distinguish between life and death and victory and loss. Why swear?" Zhao Mai moved two steps and avoided the direction of Hamanna's finger. "Look at how good I am. I never said you are a false god, a liar, an executioner, a sadistic, arrogant, a petty delusion, a capricious villain, and a severe exposure habit of becoming a lion who sways everywhere. By the way, lions have premature ejaculation problems, do you know?"

"You..." Hamanna's anger was completely ignited. He mobilized all his life energy and prepared to attack indiscriminately to completely melt away the opponent's material existence. He used this move to destroy thousands of trolls on the battlefield, and then collected their life force to support the next use of dragon magic. But this time, his attack came to an abrupt end. Before Hamanna could finish his words, the Eight-Eyed Sword had pierced his eyebrows, entered from his forehead, and penetrated the back of his head, and stuck in his skull.

The flames above Zhao Mai's head changed from golden yellow to blue. His spiritual power surged like a tide, instantly defeating Hamanna's protection and holding him tightly in his hand. The realm of the insect heart ring was opened, and unless his own domain was protected, Zhao Mai could always know any of the opponent's actions.

A sword was inserted into his face, and Hamanna was still not dead. His eyes could not focus, and they were scattered from left to right, so they could not see clearly until they closed one of them. "Is this your strength? The Dragon Emperor is also difficult to defeat you, but the Taichu Warlock will destroy you! If you kill us witch kings, no one will pay slave tax to the Dragon Emperor, so the Taichu Warlock will be free. Tyr, Yurik, no matter who it belongs, must pay this survival tax."

"Thank you for telling me, but your attempt to gather magical abilities by speaking will not succeed." Zhao Mai used the skills of his psychic power to interrupt Hamanna's three unformed spells in succession. "I said that you cannot escape, you must use all your strength to determine life and death. Don't waste your energy to try teleportation. I cannot let you successfully perform it. If you have any hidden skills, you can take it out. I am very curious about you."

Hamanna knew he would die, but instead laughed. He stuck out his tongue, licked the blood and brain that flowed from his eyebrows, and then applied it to his fangs, making a giggle in his throat. "It tastes so good, but it's a pity that it's not perfect."

"Uh, I originally wanted to analyze your body transformation, but now I suddenly lost interest." Zhao Mai held the hilt of the sword, pulled back the sword, and cut off Hamanna's head. For this creature with particularly tenacious vitality, you must burn every part of the cells and shoot it with the Avada Somn Curse, just in case. However, this head is still useful and cannot be wasted.

Zhao Mai reappeared in the air of Yurik City, holding Harmanna's head in his hand. The grief-in-armed priest tried to attack Zhao Mai with spells, but found that he could not shoot out anything except saliva.

"Your Witch King is dead, and Yurik City is yours now." He threw his head into the air, and then summoned lightning with the force of nature to smash it. The will of the world smelled the changes in Yurik City and quickly gathered over.
Chapter completed!