Desert Dust's body was instantly surrounded by a few ghostly shadows.
Ghostly Shadow dealt damage over time, increasing the damage dealt to the target by the Warlock. After the skill ended, 33% of the ghostly damage would be converted to the Warlock's health.
It was a skill that dealt damage, buffed, and healed all in one. When it first came out, it was called an overpowered skill. However, after using it, they realized that while the skill wasn't bad, it wasn't overpowered, because the three effects were quite limited.
Even so, this was a skill that no Warlock would be willing to give up. Wei Chen knew that his attack was bound to hit, so the first skill he used was also this skill, and then he continued to cast it.
Chaotic Rain continued. Han Wenqing still looked like he had no other choice.
Was he going to be toyed with like a trapped beast?
Tyranny's diehard fans were burning with anger. Their captain had never been humiliated like this before.
Jump!
That was what everyone was thinking.
So what if he was in Chaotic Rain? The result would be terrible, but being trapped in this corner and being trampled upon was too depressing. With everyone's understanding of Han Wenqing, they all thought that Han Wenqing wouldn't be willing to just stay here.
But Desert Dust didn't move …
Shadow Flame!
Another skill from Windward Formation. Pale purple flames began to curl around Desert Dust's body. The six seconds of burning damage wasn't just burning Desert Dust's health, but also the hearts of Tyranny's diehard fans.
Why isn't he jumping?
No one could understand.
The Desert Dust in front of them and the Desert Dust in their hearts couldn't be reconciled.
"So patient!" On Happy's side, Fang Rui sighed.
"Yeah." Ye Xiu nodded his head.
Han Wenqing not only chose to retreat, he became even more patient. His style had really changed a lot. It had changed so much that people who were familiar with him couldn't recognize him. Especially in the playoffs, it was even more obvious.
"What a surprise. I thought you would jump out!" Wei Chen touched the sore spot.
Han Wenqing didn't say anything. At this moment, Windward Formation began casting his third skill.
During the duration of Chaotic Rain, this would be the third skill that he had fearlessly used. Just like that, the light of the curse tore through space.
Windward Formation had actually summoned the Level 70 Summoning Death's Door!
Shameless!
Countless people cried out in their hearts.
Being so ruthless and ruthless to this extent, it was truly impeccable. Wei Chen's methods were really not reserved at all. He spared no effort to get rid of his opponent.
The void was torn apart, and the Gate of Death appeared majestically in midair. The chaotic rain also stopped at this moment.
Whoosh!
A figure immediately flew out from the stairs.
Desert Dust, it could only be Desert Dust. Desert Dust, who had been driven to the only place he could hide from the Chaotic Rain and had taken two skills in a row, looked particularly helpless. However, when the last Chaotic Rain fell beside him, he immediately jumped out of the encirclement.
The Gate of Death right beside him? Han Wenqing acted as if he didn't see it. Desert Dust jumped straight up towards Windward Formation!
Determined, decisive, without the slightest hesitation. In this instant, the Han Wenqing that everyone was familiar with seemed to have suddenly returned. Tyranny's diehard fans didn't have time to change their moods. They couldn't help but let out a shout.
The tentacles formed from black gas had already reached out from the Gate of Death, but to their surprise, the target on the side scurried away. The black gas bared its fangs and brandished its claws, immediately chasing after Desert Dust.
Han Wenqing ignored it. Desert Dust jumped off the wall and used it as a stepping stone. Jump, jump, charge, charge, charge. He didn't care that the black gas tentacles from the Gate of Death were about to catch up to him.
Many Tyranny's fans couldn't help but stand up. Many of them immediately forgot that just a few seconds ago, they were still angry that Desert Dust had stopped on that small platform and allowed himself to be slaughtered.
Punch!
Desert Dust, who was still in midair, had already punched.
As for Windward Formation?
Windward Formation hadn't had time to leave yet. In order to attack Desert Dust, he had dropped down from his original position and moved closer. It was because of this that Han Wenqing was able to launch his attack. This decisiveness and valiance clearly exceeded Wei Chen's expectations. He had calculated that Death's Gate could finish casting before the Chaotic Rain ended. He thought that this would be enough. But now he discovered that he was wrong. He thought that it would be enough, but in front of Han Wenqing's courage, it was far from enough.
The black tentacles were just a little bit away, but Desert Dust's fist was already in front of him.
Bang!
Hit.
The punch landed squarely on its target.
But because of the pause caused by the punch, the black gas tentacles finally caught up to Desert Dust and quickly wrapped around him.
This punch, was it just to vent a bit of anger?
Everyone thought so. But for Tyranny's fans, even if it was just to vent their anger, this punch was enough to satisfy them. They had always valued the process more than the result.
But Han Wenqing didn't think it would be so simple.
After the punch landed, Desert Dust grabbed with both hands.
Back Throw!
He had already grabbed Windward Formation, but the black gas tentacles had already grabbed him and pulled him back.
Two figures flew out together.
Desert Dust had a death grip on Windward Formation. Death's Door had finally caught hold of Desert Dust.
Just like that, the two figures were sent flying together, flying towards the Death's Door that was floating in mid-air, exploding into a ball of light.
Death's Gate completed its mission and disappeared. The two figures fell from the sky.
One up, one down.
One was slower, one was faster.
The faster one was Windward Formation. Even though he wasn't affected by Death's Gate's attacks, that Back Throw wasn't something that Death's Gate could interrupt.
Desert Dust still completed the Back Throw. He bent his waist in the air, bringing Windward Formation down. Windward Formation's acceleration naturally increased, and he fell even faster.
Lone Desert Smoke, on the other hand, had taken all of the damage from [Death's Door] before falling to the ground.
In the air, he had already assumed a killing stance.
Wei Chen couldn't do anything about it.
Windward Formation hadn't been casually thrown down. He had been thrown down by a Back Throw. After being grabbed, his body would become stiff. Until he hit the ground or before the effect wore off, it wouldn't disappear.
He could only watch as Desert Dust lifted his leg. Eagle Stamp! It really was like a goshawk hunting for its prey, leaping towards him. But he couldn't do anything.
Sigh …
Wei Chen sighed to himself.
Slow. Still too slow.
If he had reacted fast enough, if he had played fast enough, maybe that punch wouldn't have landed, or maybe he could have avoided the Back Throw. In any case, it wouldn't have ended up like this!
While being stunned, he could only watch as the Eagle Stamp came down. Would he be able to dodge the attack before the effect wore off?
Wei Chen's heart trembled. Even his fingers felt a bit stiff.
This was a battle of reaction speed, skill, and hand speed! Right now, this was what he was most afraid of. This was also his weakest point.
But this was the only thing that could resolve this crisis!
If he was hit by the Eagle Stamp and Han Wenqing closed in, his life as a Warlock would most likely be over.
Focus. I'll take this gamble!
Wei Chen gritted his teeth. He no longer looked at Desert Dust. Instead, he carefully sensed his character's status. The instant the stun wore off, he would immediately start moving.
He moved!
Thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind, and everything that happened on the field happened in an instant. Wei Chen felt the stun disappear. In that instant, his mind went blank. He forgot that he was in a match, forgot what he was doing. There was only one thought in his mind: finish it. Finish it.
Windward Formation's hands flew up in front of him …
Bang!
Desert Dust's Eagle Stamp landed on Windward Formation's chest.
"Oh!! … "The Tyranny fans in the stadium cheered, but they stopped abruptly.
Windward Formation, who had been stepped on, shattered like a shadow, scattering in midair. Desert Dust continued to descend, perfectly straight … ….
However, at this moment, Han Wenqing asked him to turn around.
Windward Formation once again stood on the side wall of the ancient castle.
Shadow Clone Technique!
It's done!
Wei Chen's heart was still beating wildly. The lingering fear of escaping death made his body feel weak. It was just a Beginner Level skill, but because he had used too much of his mental strength, he felt a little exhausted after succeeding.
But it was far from over! It could even be said that this battle had only just begun.
Wei Chen immediately continued to control. Windward Formation climbed up the wall and began casting again.
Soul Slice!
A black light shot out.
At this distance, in this situation, Wei Chen didn't plan on using any high-level skills. He just wanted to take advantage of Desert Dust's inconvenience in dodging and deal as much damage as he could.
After making the right judgement, he accurately cut towards Desert Dust's foot. However, Eagle Stamp wasn't a skill that could be used in a single step.
Han Wenqing turned around and saw Windward Formation casting, so he immediately used Eagle Stamp.
Pa pa pa!
Desert Dust stepped on the air three times. He didn't hit his target, but he did use the shockwave from these three steps to slightly slow down his falling speed.
But … he still hit.
Wei Chen was so cunning! This little trick wasn't enough to avoid his predictive attack.
However, apart from the damage, this Soul Slice didn't give Han Wenqing too much trouble. When Desert Dust landed, he immediately bounced back up and ran towards the bottom of the ancient castle. As for Windward Formation? But he once again climbed up the wall in a panic.
He wouldn't repeat the same process again, would he?
Many people began to have a premonition.
"No." However, Li Yibo dispelled everyone's doubts in the broadcast.
"His skills aren't off cooldown yet. How could he do it again so quickly?" Li Yibo said.
"The skills he just used are all off cooldown, but what if he uses the same technique again?" Pan Lin said.
"Uh …" Li Yibo carefully pondered over the Warlock's skills. There shouldn't be any left, right? He wasn't sure, but he didn't dare to make a judgment.
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