Interesting? Is this the correct way to evaluate a battle? Facing the two people floating in the air, Alfonso no longer knows how to express it. He slapped his head, his hands on his chest and his ten fingers formed the shape of a pyramid, and then continued to look up.

Everything he could see was recorded by the spell, forming a projection that could be played repeatedly. In the area where his two palms were surrounded, the image was actually three-dimensional, and could be rotated, enlarged and reduced at any angle. Alfonso knew that his ability was limited, so he couldn't even understand it, let alone intervening. His eyes could not keep up with Zhao Mai's speed, so the images left behind would be intermittent. But... this is the best opportunity to understand Macron's roar, and the top leaders of banks and mainland hotels would definitely be very interested.

"Spit! Disease! Poisoning! Petrochemical! Deformation! Slow! Stagnation!" The old mage showed a variety of magical methods in front of Zhao Mai, and the endless curses also opened their eyes. "Rust! Auto-eat! Decay! Aging! Festering! Mind retarded!"

"Hey, who are you talking about? Cast the spell, why are you scolding me?" Zhao Mai snorted and continued to stop in the air to observe, just like a visitor visiting the museum looking at exhibits through the glass. He was also holding the Eight-Eye Sword and poking on the phantom of the mage to test whether he could feel the magic fluctuations. It can be said that his movements were obscene and his posture was arrogant.

The old mage felt humiliated and was so angry that he was not angry, but his curse could not play any role, which made him have nowhere to vent his anger. Through the "feeling" of feedback, he was sure that almost all his spells hit Zhao Mai, and most of them should have taken effect, but he could not see any changes in his opponent! What's going on?

The body of the complete body magic dragon can guide magic energy away, reduce its power or rebound back, but it cannot allow the spell to disappear out of thin air. However, the body state of his Z-worm has a considerable advantage when facing the curse.

Although Zhao Mai looks like a human with a head, body and limbs, he is built by Z-worm cells, each of which can be said to be a complete living body and can survive independently. After most of the energy was guided by the magic dragon's skin, the old mage's curse magic can only curse one or two cells at a time. These spells do work, but Zhao Mai is too lazy to treat or regenerate the scale of the one or two cells. He scratches it with his fingers in a while, and he will be cured by his normal renewal in a few days.

With such convenience, Zhao Mai can face the other party calmly: "The naughty kid who came before is easy, and the movement method is very interesting. He uses his mind to deceive the space, first cause results and then force the world to make up for the reasons. Would you use this method as well?" Zhao Mai said while observing the other party's expression, wanting to obtain information from the twitching of the corners of his eyes or the slight changes in wrinkles. Unexpectedly, the mage on the opposite side was very cunning and kept covering his emotions in anger.

As a mage, he would definitely not hang himself on the tree of Curse Spells. "I will throw you into the bottomless abyss, let the endless demons tear you apart and swallow you until you become one of the countless dead bones!" The mage's fingers radiated bright purple light, and runes with evil, chaos and fear tried to build a space vortex. Zhao Mai snapped his fingers, and the vortex was directly destroyed by his domain.

"If I really go to the bottomless abyss, it is definitely not the demon who eats me, but the other way around." Zhao Mai continued to think about it, saying, "In theory, in my field, the power that I cannot understand will not work. If you can still sway here and cast magic, then your actual position will definitely not be within the scope of my field. In other words, all magic is projected in some way."

"At the same time, you can see me, hear me, and feel my power, that is, we have information connectivity, but it does not necessarily have to be directly in contact. The light emitted from me did not hit your eyes, but it is very likely that its impact on the surrounding environment was indirectly received by you. Considering your so-called grandson Yi's ability in space, I guess you have built a space barrier in some way, just like a maze, only you know how to exert indirect influence."

"This maze must be full of dangers and is full of space traps, and you are likely to be able to constantly change positions and avoid others' pursuits. You have realized the mage's dream of driving distance and casting spells safely. Unfortunately, I am a man who is not afraid of spells..." Zhao Mai scratched his head and praised: "Although I don't know how you did it, it must be a delicate, dynamic and intelligent structure, which is worth admiring."

Many people can remain calm in the face of insults and injuries, but few people are indifferent to praise. Zhao Mai saw the wrinkles on the corners of his mouth become closer and knew that he was smiling proudly in his heart. It is very likely that his inference was correct, and he was quite confident in his system and did not think that Zhao Mai could catch him.

The curse spell has no effect, and the forced teleportation spell in the space is easily destroyed. It seems that this guy named Macron Roar is still very restrained by the mage's abilities, no wonder Yi would be killed. Thinking of this, he was so angry that he was determined to use a powerful spell storm to destroy his opponent without mercy!

An extremely complex magic model was constructed in his hands, dense runes were stacked and combined, like exquisite clocks. "The God of Magic Power said that you should punish you." The old mage built a clock with a hammer and a bell in his palm. The dial was not an hour and minute hand, but a 60 equal-divided small grid and a pointer that could be moved. "The hammer of the gods will destroy you, and after you die, I will bear the remaining time. How much countdown should I set for you?"

Zhao Mai ignored him and focused on using his spiritual power to spy. He had already felt that the divine power was about to move in the void. It should have been summoned by the old mage, but he still didn't care.

The old mage thought Zhao Mai was scared, so he said to himself: "This spell is difficult for every mage to choose. Win, defeat, life and death are only in one thought. However, when punishment can never come, of course I have to choose the greatest time, hahaha!"

"oh……"

"Countdown to the Hammer of Doomsday!" The mage directly shifted the pointer from 0 to the maximum 60, and then looked at Zhao Mai proudly. The divine power in the void condensed into a hammer, ignoring the protection of all mortal spells and abilities. Whether it is the body, energy, or soul, are within its range of attack. The first hammer is only the size of a palm, and only one attack, but the hammer behind will be generated continuously, the hammer will become larger and stronger, and the power will become stronger and stronger. The attack will not stop before the countdown ends.
Chapter completed!