Tyrande looked at the nine figures and suddenly smiled. "Stridor? Why have you come here? "
The nine figures surrounded Fang Xingjian and Fang Xingjian. They were nine people who were dressed in gray robes and looked exactly the same.
Hearing Tyrande's words, the nine figures by the name of Stridor spoke at the same time, "Tyrande? To think that you dare to betray Fang Xingjian? "
Tyrande shrugged and communicated with Fang Xingjian through his will, "This guy is one of the three great geniuses that the Terrene Shrine has been nurturing for the past ten over years. In the past, his abilities were about the same as mine. "His ability is to split and clone himself. However, the maximum number of clones he can create is only ten. There's also one who hides all year round to protect his life."
Tyrande looked at Stridor and said, "Don't talk about betrayal. We're all Gray Robed Mages. We believe in God and are loyal to ourselves. "Right now, I have new ideas about the future and am no longer interested in the Terrene Shrine. "But you're waiting here. Could it be that you're waiting for us?"
Stridor let out a cold snort and said, "I was only here to capture Fang Xingjian. I didn't expect to meet you, who has betrayed me. It doesn't matter. I'll just capture you together.
"It's a pity that three months ago, I might not have been a match for you guys. However, the world's metamorphosis has changed. Three months have passed, and I've undergone a qualitative improvement compared to the past." Streams of gray light burst out from the nine Stridors' bodies at the same time. As the light soared, it was as if there were nine gray suns in the sky.
Looking at the Gray Robed black magic that was about to be performed, Tyrande smiled. "A qualitative improvement? It's the same for me. "
The speed at which Stridor performed magic was very fast. This was especially so when his nine clones performed the magic at the same time. It increased the magic's effect and prowess.
The Gray Robed black magic focused on the powers and flesh of creatures from other worlds.
A huge black hole suddenly appeared, and a massive figure that was several hundred meters tall slowly darted out from it.
It was a giant nine-headed snake that was hundreds of meters tall and covered in scales from head to toe.
Even when it was curled up, it was still hundreds of meters tall. Each of its heads was like a skyscraper. The giant snake in front of them weighed hundreds of thousands of tons.
When they drilled out of the spatial door and fell into the sea, it was as if ten aircraft carriers had fallen into the sea at the same time. Tens of thousands of tons of seawater splashed out and crashed into the sky, forming a heavy rain.
At the same time, his nine heads kept twisting and turning, letting out howls that shook a hundred miles.
"Level 10 black magic, Hydra." Stridor did not seem to want to make his move immediately. Instead, he said slowly, "Three months ago, the Black Mage King was the only one in the entire world who could perform level 10 black magic. After three months of tough cultivation, I'm also able to perform level 10 black magic."
"This Hydra has an almost indestructible body. Its physical strength is enough to destroy a small island and lift up a city. Moreover, each of his heads controlled a different calamity force, allowing him to unleash nine types of black magic from level 1 to level 9. "Do you know that he..."
While Stridor was still introducing, Tyrande had already dashed up to one of the Hydra's heads. He wrapped his hands around its chin, and the power throughout his body burst out explosively. Piercing white light burst out from his body, as if white flames were burning on his body.
How strong was Tyrande's battle prowess right now? Even he himself was not sure. One reason was that his physical foundation was that of a Demigod with two tiers of perfection, and he had also engulfed the bodies of two Divine level experts consecutively.
The more terrifying thing was that when he and Fang Xingjian had cultivated together with the help of nuclear radiation, they had stimulated 1.08 billion physical particles, which had never been seen before.
Putting aside the prowess of his martial will, in terms of just his physical body and energy alone, he was even more terrifying than some Divine level experts.
With this sudden outburst, overwhelming power immediately gushed out from his body. Waves of vital energy and blood energy burst out from his body, and the Hydra's chin became deformed. Its body, which weighed several hundred thousand tons, flew up with a boom and was flung into the sky by Tyrande.
Bang!
However, although Tyrande's strength was great, the area of effect was only limited to his arms. He had just flung the Hydra over ten meters up when his hands abruptly loosened their grip. The Hydra's chin was completely torn off, and a large piece of flesh was torn off.
Amidst agonizing cries, the Hydra, whose head was covered in blood, was still sent flying out a distance of several hundred meters due to the astonishing inertia.
Stridor's mouth was agape, as if he was looking at a deity descending to the mortal world.
Tyrande clenched his hands in displeasure. Looking at the Hydra, which had once again plunged down toward the surface of the sea, Tyrande's lips twitched. "Tsk, it's really heavy." As he spoke, he put out his palm and aimed it at the Hydra's position.
For three consecutive months, he had been cultivating day and night amidst nuclear radiation, incessantly stimulating the powers of his physical particles. Not only did this allow Tyrande to possess an extremely abundant amount of energy, but it also allowed him to finally create his own martial technique based on the process of nuclear reactions — the God-Perishing Palm.
This also meant that Tyrande had gradually broken free from the restraints of black magic and was starting to use his own powers to fight.
At the next moment, scorching white light kept on surging out from Tyrande's palm. High temperatures and high pressures extended out wildly toward the place his palm was aimed at.
In less than a second, the intense light and heat had completely encompassed the Hydra, turning it into a pillar of light that shot out toward the surface of the sea.
The atmosphere was heated up, and the seawater was vaporized for a short period of time. The Hydra let out agonizing cries under the atmospheric pressure which was several hundred thousand times higher than normal. Streams of shock waves came pressing down, as if countless experts were attacking it.
The even more terrifying thing was that Tyrande did not show any signs of stopping. As the energy in his body gushed out crazily, the light pillar continued to expand. In the blink of an eye, it continued to penetrate deep into the bottom of the sea, creating a series of continuous explosions under the surface of the sea.
This went on for a total of ten seconds before Tyrande slowly retracted his hand, and the scorching light in his palm gradually dissipated.
However, when Fang Xingjian raised his head, there was no longer any Hydra.
Swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh sounds rang out, and Stridor fled frantically in nine different directions with a horrified expression. However, he saw Tyrande slowly lifting his finger and pointing toward the back of one of the clones.
At the next moment, a nuclear attack was launched. A stream of particles emitted a crimson red glow and shot out from Fang Xingjian's fingertip, vaporizing Stridor, who had fled over ten kilometers away.
Fang Xingjian pointed nine times consecutively, and nine streams of crimson red light pillars cut across the sky, hitting Stridor's body so badly that not even dregs were left behind.
Tyrande grinned. "The current me seems to be a little too strong."
However, Fang Xingjian looked at the surface of the sea under his feet and said calmly, "The God-Perishing Palm you performed earlier took too long. A great explosion has occurred at the bottom of the sea, and the great explosion is going to create a tsunami."
"Huh? Something like that will happen? "Tyrande scratched his head and said," Then what should we do? "
Fang Xingjian put out his palm toward the bottom of the sea and said, "Let's try again."
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