The air around seemed to solidify, time stagnated at this moment, and everything around him was shrouded in an indescribable silence.
The fear and pain of the ancient incarnation of Jeno, like invisible ripples, rippling around. They are not only the transmission of emotions, but also the darkness surging in the abyss, which makes people unable to help but be moved.
The phantom of the demon skull was still floating in the air, using its harsh whistle, like a sharp blade cutting the air, continuing its terrifying reign.
The surrounding scenery seemed to be trembling, shocked by this terrifying force, and even the hardest rock seemed to become fragile.
The figure of the ancient Jeno incarnation appears particularly distorted in the dim light, like a monster from another world. After all, his existence itself is a distortion and ridicule of reality.
At this moment, under the influence of panic, even every breath of his breath was accompanied by the tremor of the surrounding air, like a sign before the storm came.
And the phantom of the demon skull is like the incarnation of death, tearing people's eardrums with its harsh whistle, making it impossible to ignore its existence.
Seeing this, Brian, who was ready to go, would naturally not miss the opportunity to beat the dog in the water.
——"Chaos Mantra!"
His eyes narrowed slightly, like the sharpest stars in the night sky. In an instant, the air around him seemed to solidify.
With the blessing of divine power, the effect of the "Chaos Mantra" exerted by Brian has obviously changed drastically compared to the past.
As Brian murmured a string of ancient and mysterious words, the sound was long and long, as if it had traveled through endless time and space, traced back to the beginning of the world's vain chaos. Every word carries the secret of the first opening of the universe, echoing in the void, attracting imagination.
Immediately afterwards, a dark purple chaotic spiritual light suddenly appeared, like a violet blooming in the dark night, mysterious and magnificent.
The light spread rapidly, surging like a tide, tightly covering the distorted incarnation of Jeno's ancient.
Suddenly, purple light and black shadow intertwined, forming a heart-wrenching picture, as if heralding the awakening of some ancient power.
In an instant, under the baptism of the chaotic spiritual light, the already painful expression of Jeno's incarnation became even more ferocious.
At this moment, he seemed to be deeply hurt by an invisible force. He finally struggled from the panic technique, but he was once again subjected to a more terrifying mental impact.
The impact was like a heart-storm of ten thousand needles, causing his body to tremble violently and let out a series of shrill wails. The wail echoed in the void, full of despair and fear, which made people unable to help but be moved.
At this moment, the ancient incarnation of Jeno is like being deprived of all the power of resistance and can only struggle in this chaotic spiritual light.
And that deep purple light was like a cold judge, swallowing it up without mercy.
Even so, Brian still had no intention of letting him go.
After all, the time for this divine power to inject is limited. If you delay a little time because you are too lazy and you have delayed your incarnation, the blessing of the divine power will disappear before you can completely kill this incarnation. This will be too embarrassing.
Brian did not dare to delay time, and murmured a few spells. A fireball quickly condensed into shape in his palm, and was thrown over by him without hesitation.
Without the glorious blessing of divine nature, the fireball released by Brian is just an extremely ordinary three-ring spell "Fireball" that has been lost in the magic spectrum.
However, with the blessing of divine power like a tide, even the seemingly inconspicuous fireball that Brian threw out seemed to be given a new life.
It not only condenses the essence of the mysterious fire and the strangeness of the curse fire that Brian is well versed in, but also infused with the power of stars that he is best at, making this fireball surpass the mundane, just like the most dazzling meteor in the night sky, cutting through the sky.
Therefore, instead of simply calling this basketball-sized fireball a fireball, it is better to imagine it as a fragment of stars falling from the sky, carrying the power of destruction and rebirth.
This fireball, catalyzed by divine power, is no longer a simple magic, but a magnificent symphony between heaven and earth, and is a witness to the resonance between Brian and the power of the gods.
In a blink of an eye, this seemingly inconspicuous meteorite dragged its long tail flames and whizzed by, leaving behind a fiery and brilliant trace.
"boom!"
When the meteorite pierced the sky and hit the ancient incarnation of Jeno, the death knell of fate seemed to ring between the sky and the earth, and a shocking explosion suddenly broke out. Its power was so powerful that the air around it trembled.
The light of the explosion was dazzling, like the sudden appearance of daylight, illuminating everything around it, but in a blink of an eye it was swallowed into endless darkness.
This scene is really like the wonder of a meteorite falling from the sky in ancient legends, with irresistible majesty and power.
Centered on where Jeno's ancient incarnation is, the aftermath of the explosion raged wildly on the hard rocky ground, ruthlessly tearing every inch of space.
In an instant, a large pit with a diameter of more than tens of meters suddenly appeared, with uneven edges, just like the roughest brushstrokes of nature, leaving a shocking stroke on this scroll of earth.
This pit is not only a physical trauma, but also a huge impact on the souls of the surrounding creatures, making people sigh at the vastness and ruthlessness of the power of nature.
The body of Jeno's incarnation naturally could not escape the misfortune in this disaster. He was smashed into the bottomless pit, mixed with the surrounding gravel, which seemed extremely desolate.
The thick smoke gradually dissipated, and Brian's keen eyes penetrated the chaos, focusing on the heart-wrenching scene in the middle of the pit. Jeno's ancient incarnation was blurred with blood and flesh, as if he had suffered an unprecedented heavy blow.
The hair and mane on his body were gone in countless bursts of sparks, leaving behind shocking trauma. The scarlet pupils were staring at Brian fiercely like the fire of hell, as if they wanted to engrave this pain and hatred in the depths of his soul.
However, in this heart-wrenching gaze, the light golden light of Jenogu's body suddenly flashed, like the fire of life burning tenaciously in despair.
Immediately afterwards, the bloody wound began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, and every minute and every second was telling about indomitableness and tenacity.
But Brian soon realized that the healing process was far from happening overnight, and the recovery speed of the Jenoch incarnation was not as fast as he wanted.
This is enough to prove that Brian's continuous attacks have caused indelible trauma to this incarnation.
Chapter completed!