Crack!!
The flute that fell was cut into two pieces.
The Cursed Blade did not stop, and the decapitation took place within a second.
In the blink of an eye, Huo Fa blocked the fatal blow with his back in midair. Then, he entered Ghost Walk with Nicole.
A burnt smell filled the air.
Mille, who had dark circles under her eyes, was panting.
Two broken wings fell from the sky and landed heavily on the ground.
Ten seconds later, Hoffa left Ghost Walk with Nicole in his arms. He leaned against the maze's hedge, his body trembling violently from the pain.
"How are you?!" he asked in a trembling voice as he hugged Nicole.
"Cough, cough, cough, stupid boy, your wings are broken."
Nicole was panting heavily, her chest rising and falling. Every breath she took made her spit out blood from her mouth. The sharp arrow had accurately pierced her heart, making it difficult for her to breathe.
"Don't die, don't die!"
Huo Fa fumbled around in Nicole's arms in a flurry. He wanted to find some medicine, but his brain was like glue, and his mind went blank.
His hands trembled for a long time, but he could not find any medicine. So, Hoffa grabbed his hair in frustration.
"Why!"
He was so unwilling that he did not notice Grindelwald getting closer and closer to him. Aglaia was dead, Fatir was dead, Chloe was dead, Barty and his son were dead, and now Nicole was going to die too. Was he a jinx? Why was everyone who met him unable to escape misfortune?
Nicole coughed heavily and sat up. "My heart is pierced. Cough, cough, cough. I'm afraid I only have one minute left. You can only rely on yourself for the rest."
"Don't talk."
Hoffa did not want to give up so easily. He grabbed the transparent arrow in Nicole's chest and wanted to pull it out, but he did not dare to. He knew that if he pulled it out, the old man would die.
Cough, cough, cough. Don't think too much. I'm not far from death anyway. You still have a long life. Don't give up. "
"Shut up!" Hoffa was very unwilling.
But Nicole reached out and grabbed his arm firmly. She stuffed an old necklace into his finger. "Don't worry about me, kid. They're already here. Go and solve the problem!"
Hoffa could no longer ignore the approaching Mille and Grindelwald. He stood up and stood in front of Lemour.
Grindelwald sauntered over from afar with a contemptuous smile on his face. As he walked, he took out a small black stone from his pocket.
Seeing Grindelwald take out the stone, Hoffa's eyes widened. Grindelwald put the stone to his mouth and whispered, "He's going to die."
A white light appeared from the black stone. The white light flashed. A slender figure walked out of the Resurrection Stone. She wasn't as real as a living person's body, but she was much more real than a ghost. It was Aglaia. She looked at Hoffa sadly and kept shaking her head, as if to remind him to run.
Grindelwald couldn't help but laugh. "If someone must come to enjoy this scene, who better than her?"
"Grindelwald!"
Hoffa's eyes were about to pop out.
"This time, you can't run."
Grindelwald's smile disappeared. He casually threw the Resurrection Stone aside. "This time, you won't be able to escape even if you have wings."
When he finished speaking, Mille got up from the ground in the direction of the resurrection pool of the Lord Voldemort. He raised his wand and chanted. The spell was more complicated than any that Hoffa had learned in the past. With the spell, the magic in the air fluctuated violently like a tsunami.
Hoffa didn't dare to let Mille finish the spell. He used his spiritual force field to control the stones on the ground to roll toward Mille, trying to interrupt his spell.
Grindelwald stomped heavily on the ground with one foot. Hoffa's spiritual force field hit an indestructible wall and couldn't penetrate the ground anymore. The rolling waves of stones also stopped after losing control.
Grindelwald pulled with both hands, and a transparent javelin appeared in his hands. He raised his arm and threw the transparent dagger at Hoffa like a javelin.
In the air, the transparent javelin turned from one to two, two to four, four to eight, and eight to sixteen. Soon, they were densely packed and covered the sky.
Hoffa pointed with one hand, and the countless transparent javelins turned into countless butterflies in the air.
Grindvall raised his eyebrows, and the butterflies continued to transform. They turned into iron shrapnel darts and flew towards Huo Fa. They spun and surrounded Huo Fa, causing several wounds on his skin.
Hoffa knew that Grindelwald was also a shapeshifting master. He turned around and crouched down to protect Lemour. The flying darts changed shape again. This time, they turned into harmless catkins that fell on his body.
Grindelwald sneered, and the catkins turned into thick spider webs. They were so sticky that he couldn't break free.
Fifty seconds.
Mille's spell was almost finished. A streak of fire appeared in the night sky, and then it turned into several spots of light, which turned out to be meteorites.
Huo Fa sucked in a cold breath.
Under such a huge attack, even the group of black and white wizards who were fighting crazily in the audience seats of Kui Earth couldn't help but raise their heads and look at the shooting star in the sky.
Grindelwald split into countless illusions as he walked. Each of them raised an arm, and a sharp transparent dagger appeared in their hands.
The meteors fell very quickly. Soon, they fell to the ground with unparalleled power.
Hoffa didn't dare to take Mille's spell head-on. He took a step back and planned to carry Lemour into Ghost Walk.
Countless illusions of Grindelwald took a step forward. Just one step. The invisible spiritual force crashed into Hoffa's mind like a speeding train.
The huge mental attack from Grindvall shook his mind, and his vision went blank. For a short three seconds, he completely lost consciousness.
When he recovered from the dizziness, Mille's meteor shower hit the ground where he was standing. He didn't even have time to enter Ghost Walk before a huge explosion engulfed him.
The maze turned into a sea of fire, and Kui Earth's stadium was blown to pieces. Countless beams were destroyed in the sea of fire. The crowd fell from the high platform like a torrential downpour, screaming in agony.
Flames filled Hoffa's eyes. He subconsciously hid in the Shadow World.
The gray Shadow World was covered in thick smoke, and he couldn't see anything clearly.
Ten seconds later.
Forty seconds.
The second he left Ghost Walk, countless phantoms of Grindvall swung their transparent daggers at him. Huo Fa couldn't dodge in time, and his left arm was chopped off on the spot. Countless wounds appeared on his body.
He touched his face. There was a deep wound on his cheek. The wound was so deep that the bone could be seen. His right eye was badly mutilated.
Even if he couldn't see his own face, he knew that his right eye was blind.
In the sea of fire, Aglaia's soul knelt down and covered her face. She didn't want to look anymore.
"Hahahahaha ~"
The baby Lord Voldemort, who was covered in blood, laughed at the resurrection pool. He said, "You're finished. You're finally finished, Bach."
Accompanied by Lord Voldemort's joyful laughter, his purple serpent Nagi also rushed out from the most inconspicuous dark corner.
Hiss!
Covered in blood, Huo Fa covered his eyes with one hand and dragged Nicole, who was on the verge of death, with the other. Although he recovered quickly at night, he couldn't withstand this level of damage.
The battle just now seemed long and changeable, but it actually took less than twenty seconds. In just twenty seconds, Hoffa's wings were cut off, and he lost an arm and an eye.
If Nicole hadn't been ambushed, if Mille hadn't been controlled, perhaps he wouldn't have been destroyed so easily.
But now, the pain washed over his brain like waves. His rationality warned him again and again, telling him to leave this place as soon as possible.
In the distance, the resurrection pool spewed out scorching liquid. The baby Lord Voldemort stood by the pool, ready to be resurrected at any time.
Mille began another round of casting.
This time, the magic waves were more intense than the last time. In the sky distorted by the high temperature, a meteorite a hundred times larger than before was forming.
Grindelwald stepped on the flames. His eyes behind the cage were emotionless. A chaotic spiritual field spread around him, and some extremely twisted insects crawled out of the soil under his feet.
"It's all over, Hoffa. If you don't change, you'll never be my opponent.
But I have to admit that you're different from the others I've met. It's because of your existence that my lonely life is not so boring. When we wake up next time, maybe we can be a harmonious teacher and student. "
"Why are you talking so much to him?"
Lord Voldemort lay on the ground and laughed heartily. "It's no use, Bach. You're dead. Hahahahaha. This time, you'll lose for sure. Accept your fate! "
"Farewell."
Countless illusions of Grindelwald said.
They stretched out their hands in unison, and each of their arms grew into a tentacle. The tentacles were very sharp, and there were thousands of them. If they pierced Hoffa, he would be pierced by thousands of arrows, and he would never be able to recover.
"Run! Fool! "
Aglaia's soul shouted at him.
Lord Voldemort's purple serpent, Nagi, opened its bloody mouth and bit at Hoffa's head. The venomous fangs were several feet long and shone with a scarlet light in the flames.
"Go, go!"
Nicole said hoarsely in his arms, "You can't do this. You, you have to survive."
He managed to open his only eye. In the middle of the smoke, Hoffa saw Nicole who was dying, Aglaea who was kneeling on the ground, an enormous meteorite falling from the sky, a purple serpent that was biting at him, and his chaotic and evil teacher.
Thirty seconds.
The one-armed Hoffa let go of Nicole.
He stood in the arena of Floating Fire.
He closed his only eye and didn't even want to use Mirage anymore.
Grindelwald and Mille's cooperation was like cutting firewood from the bottom of a cauldron, completely destroying his hopes of a counterattack.
This was really the end of the road. He didn't have any helpers by his side.
Even if he could escape here, he couldn't escape this world or this time and space. This was a prison that Silby had carefully built for him.
He couldn't escape from anything in this prison.
"Is that so?" someone asked. "Is that really so?"
He opened his eyes.
Harry Potter, who was unconscious on the grass, came to his side at some point and looked at him quietly. Those green eyes were so deep that no one could look directly at them. Time and space seemed to stop at this moment.
"Have you thought it through?"
His mouth didn't move much, but the voice reached the depths of his consciousness.
How was this Harry Potter? It turned out to be another guy possessed by the God of Nightmares.
"It's time."
Harry Potter (the God of Nightmares) said softly, "Promise me. You alone are no match for them."
Hoffa looked at the young man in front of him and murmured, "Do I have any other choice?"
"None." The God of Nightmares shrugged. "Since there's no other way and you're at the end of the road, even if you can escape for a while, you can't escape for a lifetime. You have no other choice but to promise me. "
"Hahaha." Hoffa laughed bitterly. "If that's the case, then why have I been running around for a year?"
"People are like this. When they're young and full of vigor, they all think that they can defeat fate. But in the end, they still have to learn to compromise," the God of Nightmares said. "Everyone is like this. You don't have to blame yourself. It's not too late to promise me now."
Flames licked his skin and hair. Bright red blood dripped from the mouth of the giant snake. Grindelwald was getting closer and closer to him. The temperature of the meteorite was so high that he couldn't breathe.
Hoffa's lips trembled. He closed his eyes unwillingly. "I want to know what will happen if I promise you."
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