As the torn air roared like a crack, a ray of sunlight penetrated the mist and sprinkled on the people outside the tower gate. In the sky, the dark sky that had not dispersed for many years was torn a gap, and the ground that had never seen light all year round was bathed in the sun for a long time.

Although it is only a short moment.

The tower symbolizes darkness itself. After thousands of years, the tower has accumulated unimaginable energy. Moreover, every few years, a new elemental heart implants into the tower to provide additional energy support. Just in terms of the total energy amount, even if the energy reserves of dozens of top-level strong men are combined, they may not be able to compare with a tower. As for the energy intensity, having the top-level demigod mage among mortals is a guarantee of strength. Therefore, even if the dark sky curtain is just a product of the extension of the tower, it is not easy for ordinary strong men to eliminate it. It was already surprising that it was torn apart for a moment.

There is no need to be intentional operation at all. The magic sequence on the tower has spontaneously operated, closing the rift of the fog torn open. The dark sky curtain returned to its original state again. The sunlight and warmth just now were only a short moment, as if it was just a dream. Looking back at it, the surroundings have returned to darkness.

But a short moment is enough.

In the warm and bright column of light, a figure penetrated through the darkness and shot into the dark sky.

Wearing silver-white armor, her long golden hair fluttered in the wind behind her, and her holy light was lingering around her, just like the angel who came to the mortal world in myths and legends. She held the silver sword tightly in one hand, and in the other hand, there were constant flashes of lightning on a long spear, and the crackling arcs were particularly conspicuous in the dark.

The figure that broke into the sky paused in the air, and the gun had disappeared from the figure's hand, and there was no way to see the process of movement. When it appeared again, it had been inserted on one side of the corridor outside the tower gate. Most of the long gun handle had been buried in the ground, only a short part was exposed on the surface. Even so, the gun handle was still shaking violently, venting the power accumulated on the gun.

When the gun was thrown into the ground, the lightning power entrenched on the gun immediately exploded. With the gun as the center, the arc jumped and flickered, spreading around like countless little spiders, covering the ground densely. The crows and the other two had no doubt that any spider-like arc could easily turn an ordinary person into coke.

However, the three of them did not respond to the approaching arc, not only because their energy was enough to fight the arc, but also because... the arc could not get close at all.

Every spreading arc will dissipate silently once it approaches about half a meter in the corridor. It is obvious that it looks ordinary, but the edges seem to have a strong protective position. Not only are the people in the corridor not injured, but they are not even aware of the fluctuations caused by the energy collision. They just watch the flashing lightning spiders extinguish one after another.

Of course, the three of them did not stare at the running arc because they saw a silver lightning falling from the sky.

While shooting out the gun, the figure floating in the sky waved the sword. The sword was in front of him, and it slashed without hesitation at a speed that was only a line slower than the gun. The target pointed directly at Frans standing on the side of the door.

Before the person arrived, the breath had arrived first.

Even in this cold and gloomy environment, you can still feel a warm wind blowing in your face. The warm breath is full of vitality, which makes people naturally feel at ease, as if they are really bathed in the sun.

But the crow knew that this kind of peace of mind was just an illusion, at least from Frans's perspective, because no matter how vibrant the sword was, it could still kill people.

The sword was whistling with the torn air, and the silver figure had almost broken through the sound barrier. No one would doubt that the sharp sword edge was enough to cut anything that dared to block it. As the target of the sword, Frans, if he did not avoid it in time now, the only question that needs to be considered is the angle that would be split from, which would make the body appear more complete.

However, Frans did not hide. He didn't even see the figure coming through the sky and let the sword attack. Not only him, but in theory, the magic tower that should have spontaneously operated did not counterattack. Some runes on the tower lit up slightly for a moment, but in a blink of an eye it returned to silence.

"@#￥", it was not until the sword was less than one meter away from Frans that he frowned and raised his head, and spit out a syllable that the translator could not translate. Before the syllable sound spread to the surroundings, he could see a gray-black barrier that popped up with Frans as the center, wrapping his whole body.

It was just a barrier made of thin mist, which seemed to have no value except visual effects. However, the sword that slashed from a high place seemed to hit the smoothest ice hockey, deflecting and sliding to one side without any obstacles when it touched the black barrier.

The weapon was slanted and the attack failed. The long sword eye that had slipped away was about to follow the footsteps of throwing a gun, and penetrated deeply into the rocky ground outside the corridor. However... the silver figure suddenly stopped.

Both the human and the weapons in his hands stopped as if they had completely ignored inertia. The blade slipped sideways a few centimeters on the fog shield and then stopped abruptly. As for the silver figure, it directly reversed its direction of travel, rushed back to the air on the same path, and then accumulated momentum again from a high point. A series of actions made the crow smack his tongue gently, and subconsciously glanced at the female leopard. At this high speed state, the sudden stop and change direction requirements for physical strength are extremely high. With his own strength, it can be done, but it is not so easy to lift heavy weights like the other party. I am afraid that the only big cat is... Wait, this cat is going crazy, its eyes are red, and opening cans is so fun?

That's right, the female leopard, who was happy to see the hunting, her eyes were red with excitement. The silver figure in the air had at least one level of equal strength. Moreover, from the other party's movements, she was obviously a strong man with a strong body. If she hadn't maintained the most basic rationality, I remember that the situation was wrong now, and the crow and Rose shook their heads at her at the same time, then her fist had already been swung out just now.

The female leopard didn't notice it, but the crow and the rose were not fools. They knew very well that there was no need to do it themselves here, so they had been watching coldly since the dark sky was broken through. Sure enough, just as the silver figure flew back into the air, Frans slowly raised his hand, pointed at the attacker in the air, and spit out a series of loud sounds.

"There is a guest, an envoy from another world." Frans shouted calmly, "Don't do anything randomly, sister."
Chapter completed!