The lightning shot towards Lemay Manor collided with some kind of magic circle, bursting out a bright light, and then blasting it roughly. Fortunately, there was more than one layer of the magic circle, and the second layer of "ultimate protection" and "heavy obstacles" spells began to work. Although they were penetrated, there was still a third layer and a fourth layer. Zhao Mai only saw at least four layers of magic protection at that moment. Zhao Mai had no time to continue counting how many layers there were. After all, he was in the battle now, not in the cinema.

Zhao Mai threw the Eight-Eye Sword out early and blocked the lightning that was shooting towards him. Although the small Chaos Bell twisted the space structure to protect it, wouldn't it be better to be able to directly resist outside the Chaos Bell? The lightning hit the Vibrating Golden Sword and could not do anything to each other, so they both changed directions. The Eight-Eye Sword fell and inserted into the ground, and the lightning kept flying towards space.

Just as the old mage gathered lightning energy, Alfonso reached out to touch his arms. Judging from the energy reaction of his body, Alfonso was not a powerful combat talent, but I believe he would definitely have one or two life-saving skills or magic weapons, and now he might be grabbing a certain treasure. But such a good opportunity, how could Zhao Mai let him use magic weapons as he wished? He grabbed Alfonso's arm in his arms, and then blocked the path between him and the lightning and even attracted lightning to shoot two birds with one stone.

"Be careful! Ahhhh!" Zhao Mai protected Alfonso with one hand and grabbed lightning with the other. The shining lightning illuminated his vision, and bursts of tingling pain came from his palms and ended there. When the light gradually dissipated, Zhao Mai stood there motionless, but there were a little charred mark on the palms.

He turned his hand over and placed it in front of his mouth and blew it hard. The mark passed with the wind. It turned out that it was just a residue of impurities such as dust in the air under the action of electric heat. Zhao Mai's own palm was unharmed. The body transformation of the complete magic dragon transformation level was too good for the spell protection, and it could even be said that it was specially produced to deal with this kind of damage.

"Are you okay?" Zhao Mai looked at Alfonso with concern: "Don't worry, with me here, I won't let this lunatic hurt the outstanding employees of United Bank."

Alfonso looked over Zhao Mai and looked at the sky, searched through his memory, and confirmed that the old man was not a customer of the bank. He then replied with the flow: "Thank you so much. His sneak attack is despicable, and your heroic rescue is really admirable."

In order to prevent the combat effectiveness from being too stingy and reducing his combat effectiveness, Zhao Mai did not continue this conversation. He is all adults and does not want to gain favorable feelings in just a few words and achieve the purpose of initially communicating his feelings. He glanced at the old mage flying in the sky and suddenly asked Alfonso: "In the current relatively chaotic situation, if you want to establish your authority, should you pay more attention to lethality or cruel effects?"

"It's all... almost the same?" Alfonso was chilled by this question, as if he was surrounded by Sensen's murderous aura. "What do you want to do?"

"Of course I killed him!" Zhao Mai said lightly, and then his eyes burned with blue flames.

Alfonso felt a soft but extremely abundant and resolute force, and he was pushed away from the battlefield. He saw the blue flames in Zhao Mai's eyes flowing down, surrounding his body, and forming a strange insect's face behind him. He could vaguely see a pair of huge compound eyes, with pliers and dense chewing teeth opening and closing, exuding a primitive and cruel force. In a trance, Alfonso foresaw the result of this battle: the insects ate the old mage with a firm and leisurely expression.

"Curse the world!" The old mage waved his hand, and the world changed color. The black clouds on the skeleton's faces were generated out of thin air, and gusts of cold wind blew. Zhao Mai could see spells gathering in the air, splicing like building blocks, becoming chains, becoming large nets, and also becoming a thick layer of barriers pressed down.

Magic spells are a kind of power with a variety of means, which can achieve almost all effects, but they also have weaknesses that are difficult to overcome. Regardless of their own magic control and release power, the fundamental reason for the spell is to call the energy of the surrounding environment. High demons, low demons, and no demons will have a great impact on it. Moreover, the more complex the spells, the more nodes the mage needs to pay attention to. Adding control steps means that the casting speed is limited.

This is also the reason why magic flourishes but still needs warrior protection. Zhao Mai accelerated and rushed towards the old mage. Under his summoning, the Eight-Eyed Sword also chased after the spiritual supernatural powers in the field.

"Child!" The old mage stood there without moving, and Zhao Mai passed through his body directly, as if passing through a projection. Although the energy carried by Zhao Mai caused ripples in the surrounding space, the elemental energy would also interfere with the operation of the spell when it collided with each other, not to mention that Zhao Mai used his mental power to disturb the structure of the magic spell and continuously dispel the magic. However, under all these methods, the old mage still stayed in place and just turned slowly to face Zhao Mai.

"You will be blind, deaf, paralyzed, unable to speak, unable to smell, and unable to feel the skin!" He pointed at Zhao Mai, and his voice was as bright as thunder: "I curse you!"

More than a dozen spells were wrapped around Zhao Mai's body. After giving about 80% of his strength, they penetrated his supernatural shield and successfully landed on Zhao Mai. Then, there was nothing left. Zhao Mai still pinched his chin and looked at the old mage with interest, "How did you do it? This seems to be the point in your space, but it is not that point."

"How are you immune to spells? This..." The old mage was stunned for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "I will definitely find your limit if there are no one in the world who are completely immune to spells!"

The mage raised his hands and the spell continued to gather. Zhao Mai raised his eyelids and suddenly rushed out at a speed that was lightning speed, detonating a circle of air waves, and even causing the air to produce static sparks in the violent friction, crackling all the way. But he still penetrated through the mage's body and failed to catch him.

"It's so weird. There were mages who used protective covers to block me, but they could drill in with energy at the moment of casting. Why can't you do this?"

"How can I do this if I can let my body drill in with energy!" Alfonso was completely scared by Zhao Mai's super speed. He instantly forgot his reserved style and wise and professional attitude. He even lost his politeness to watch chess and shouted: "You think you are an energy elemental person!"
Chapter completed!