The chaotic battle continued. The Elven Hunters finally managed to defeat Mongonaia, but in the next second, they saw the other party send out another Elven.
Another Quasi God Σ (° △ ° | | |)
Crash!
What was there to play?
The Elven Hunters knew that they had encountered a super tough opponent this time. The helicopter had been destroyed, and it would not be easy to escape.
Split up and leave it to luck?
As Elven Hunters who always had their lives on the line, cooperation was temporary. It was normal for them to split up in the face of disaster.
But before they could find a chance to escape, Banjira, who had just appeared, was the first to raise a violent sandstorm.
"Rogue Crocodile, Quicksand Hell!"
That was not the end. With the buff of the sandstorm, Rogue Crocodile's Quicksand Hell was set up in the blink of an eye, and it was accurately generated under the feet of each Elven opponent.
"What a great combination of sandstorm and Quicksand Hell. Fierce Land Shark, Rockfall, and Fire!"
Zhu Lan could not help but exclaim. Although her Fierce Land Shark was an absolute crushing player, it did not mean that she would reject the buff of the terrain in a group battle.
In the sandstorm, the Fierce Land Shark's Rockfall was much faster, and it was much easier to control it.
Needless to say, the Fierce Land Shark first launched a wave of Rockslide, followed by Banjira's precise Sharp Rock Attack.
After all, the ruler of the sandstorm was Banjira!
Poquís would not be buffed by the sandstorm, and they would even be affected, but that was only on the surface.
In terms of luck, Poquís were already the best among the Elves. If they had Mark, they would be invincible.
Mark shouted excitedly, letting Poquís continuously use Air Slash into the sandstorm. He did not care about accuracy or luck. Everything else was useless.
At the outermost edge of the sandstorm, the two Lucario had their backs against each other. They closed their eyes and used the Wave Guide to explore their surroundings. From time to time, they would fire a … wave after wave of missiles.
They didn't take the initiative to start a fight. They relied on the wave missiles with tracking abilities to hit their opponents with a hundred percent accuracy.
Only George had no choice but to order his goat and Aluredo to retreat. In a sandstorm environment, it was very difficult to use superpowers to investigate. It was not worth it.
Fortunately, the two sprites could use a lot of healing skills, so it was safe for them to guard the rear.
The sandstorm had directly reshuffled the chaotic battle situation. The elves on Mo Yan's side were all unaffected.
Among them, the Fiery-Bite Land Shark and Rogue Crocodile even borrowed the power of the sandstorm to display 120% of their strength.
As for the elven hunters, most of them were lightning-elemental and fire-elemental elves. Most of the others were also affected by the sandstorm.
On the other hand, the bronze bell and the self-destructing Magnetic Monster, which were originally unaffected, had already collapsed.
Was it a coincidence?
Mo Yan: "That's true!!!"
Seeing that the visibility around them was pitifully low, and that they couldn't win the fight, the elven hunters quickly chose to escape.
But how could Banjira give them this chance? As the Desert Tyrant, it knew everything in the sandstorm like the back of its hand.
Rock Blockade, Heavy Stomp, Rockslide … One by one, Banjira used skills that could restrict movement. The strength of its control was shocking.
Banjira focused on the hunter who escaped the fastest. It even guided the Fiery-Bite Land Shark and Rogue Crocodile to chase after him. It was bound to make the other party suffer losses.
A dark cloud began to condense in the air. Its unusual speed revealed that it was summoned by the elves to pray for rain.
"George!"
"Understood, Big Geraniums. Use Clear Sky for the goat!" George received the order and directly let the two elves beside him use the Clear Sky skill.
Before the rain fell, the sky was already clear. The sandstorm became even drier and more explosive, as if it was a real sandstorm in the desert. Poquís had no choice but to retreat.
The fine sand turned into gravel. Although Poquís wasn't seriously injured, its smooth feathers were already messed up. It looked very pathetic.
"Big Geraniums, use Clear Sky for Poquís! Aluredo, use Healing Wave! "
Clear Sky, a skill that could only be used to recover negative statuses, had actually been developed by George to tidy up its appearance.
A pale white light swept past, and Poquís' messed up feathers instantly became silky, soft, and shiny.
Healing Wave followed closely. The pale pink energy wave was imprinted on Poquís' white fur, giving off a feeling of purity and flirtatiousness.
It was just that it was a little fat …
Poquís: (E `[]??)/
In the process of Poquís "replenishing health," there were elves who constantly lost their ability to fight in the sandstorm.
Almost none of the elves that were "targeted" by Banjira lasted for more than five seconds.
Banjira, the Fiery-Bite Land Shark, the Rogue Crocodile, and the two Lucario's cooperation became more and more coordinated, and their attacks became more and more accurate.
The elven hunters were about to go crazy. In this pitch-black place, the enemy came and went like a ghost, and they didn't want to fight.
They couldn't escape either. Every time they wanted to leave, they would be blasted back by an indiscriminate attack.
Just now, the pale-faced man had been hit in the head by a fist-sized rock. No one knew if he was dead or alive.
Duck Beak Flame Dragon, Tank Skunk, Thunder Beast, Electric Beast, Coal Tortoise …
After who knew how long, there was no other sound in the sandstorm apart from the howling of the sand.
The Fiery-Bite Land Shark, the Rogue Crocodile, and the two Lucario retreated one after another. Then, Banjira stopped the sandstorm, and a tragic scene gradually appeared in front of everyone.
More than ten elves and five elven hunters were lying on the ground, their bodies covered in a thick layer of sand and stones to varying degrees.
Because of the existence of the Quicksand Hell, more than half of the elves that had been defeated earlier had been buried. The rest were mostly stuck in the ground, unable to move easily.
Of course, they couldn't move even if they wanted to when they were unconscious.
Jun Sha looked at all this in a daze. She couldn't believe that this was the work of Mo Yan and the others.
Even though she was a police officer, she felt that it was a little … cruel.
If Mo Yan knew that Jun Sha had given him such an evaluation, he probably wouldn't even have bothered to roll his eyes.
Let's not talk about whether or not it was cruel to deal with these people. In the past, Mo Yan would have just let Banjira bury them. After all, it was very familiar with this job.
But now, it still had to leave them alive and wait to be punished by the Alliance.
Fortunately, the matter of the iceberg pork had caused a huge uproar on the Internet, and someone had to take responsibility.
And these elven hunters were the best answer. Naturally, they wouldn't have a good ending.
Thinking of this, Mo Yan was relieved.
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