The figure slowly raised his magic staff. Perhaps it was because he was overjoyed, or perhaps he was overconfident, but he didn't cast a magic shield or any other defensive measures on himself. Instead, he began to chant a spell. Running around without clothes was known as streaking. For a Magician to face danger with his fragile body was considered a "naked battle." Even someone as strong as Jeddis wouldn't dare to do such a thing.
With only one sentence of the spell, the magic staff in the figure's hand immediately turned into powder. The wind howled angrily, and an evil and cold aura swept out in all directions like an explosion. The air became heavy, and the withered grass in the courtyard lowered their heads at the same time, as if they were being pressed down by something. The moonlight and starlight seemed particularly dim, and even the clean light carried a sense of death.
Han Jin slowly closed his eyes and chanted a spell in a low voice. Then, he suddenly opened his eyes, and they shone brightly. He could clearly see that this small courtyard was crowded with thousands of ghosts. Ghosts didn't have physical bodies, and when they gathered together, they were all in one, and they were all in one. Just looking at them made one's scalp tingle!
If it were two years ago, Han Jin might have cried out in excitement. But now, Han Jin had become very experienced and calm. Although the enemy had given him a huge surprise, his expression didn't change at all.
Han Jin stretched out his hand, and a blood-red ball appeared in his hand. It was the Soul-Devouring Orb! In the Soul-Devouring Orb, a black light was swimming quickly. Cromwell's ghost had been imprisoned for a long time, and when he suddenly saw thousands of his companions outside, he was extremely excited. He jumped up and down, and rushed left and right, but he couldn't get out no matter how hard he tried.
"Command of the Five Prison Laws, Nine Underworlds Bow, Evil Vanquish, Everlasting Dao Qi … Open!" Han Jin shouted and threw the Soul-Devouring Orb.
The Soul-Devouring Orb hit Harley squarely, and then it emitted a rich red light. The red light spilled out like mercury, illuminating the entire courtyard. Han Jin, the mysterious powerhouse, and the countless ghosts were all covered in a layer of red light.
Harley, who had returned to the Soul-Devouring Orb, was full of energy again. He made a few gestures inside, and then it spun quickly. The flowing red light seemed to be attracted by something and rushed toward the Soul-Devouring Orb. All the ghosts shrouded in the red light couldn't help but turn into red arrows of light and shoot toward the Soul-Devouring Orb.
All of this happened in an instant. Just a moment ago, the red light had illuminated the entire courtyard. In the next moment, the red light had shrunk back into the Soul Devouring Orb, taking away all the ghosts that were shrouded by the red light. With this release and retraction, the howling wind stopped abruptly, and the world returned to its original tranquility.
The flashing red light in the Soul-Devouring Orb grew brighter and brighter. Then, with a boom, it burst into a dazzling light. After the light dissipated, the Soul-Devouring Orb turned into a pure black color. It was as clear as water, as smooth as jade, and gave off a profound and heavy feeling.
To Han Jin, the whole process was so smooth. His own Dao Arts and the power of the Soul-Devouring Orb allowed him to easily capture all the ghosts. As for the black shadow, he didn't want to believe what was happening in front of him. It wasn't destruction, but devouring! It meant that in a certain field, he wasn't a pioneer, a creator, but a self-righteous joke.
"No …" The black shadow howled, and staggered towards the Soul-Devouring Orb.
Han Jin pointed his sword finger, and a green light shot out. The black shadow was already distracted, and his only focus was on the Soul-Devouring Orb. He ignored such a dazzling light. The green light hit his left rib, and the black shadow flew out sideways, smashing a big hole in the courtyard wall, and flew into the courtyard. There were a few servants living in the courtyard. When they heard the screams in front of them, they didn't know what was going on, and gathered in the courtyard to discuss nervously. In the end, the black shadow crashed into two of the servants, and the two servants were sent flying. The black shadow rolled on the ground seven to eight times before he could stabilize himself.
Han Jin waved his hand, and the Soul-Devouring Orb flew towards him at an extremely fast speed, and landed firmly in his palm! In fact, ever since he was reborn, he had never refined a real magic treasure, including the green light, the Immortal Binding Rope, and so on. They weren't considered high-grade magic treasures, and even the God of War, which he had worked so hard on, was an incomplete Dao Instrument.
Now, with the help of thousands of ghosts, he had finally refined his first high-grade magic treasure. Looking at the Soul-Devouring Orb in his hand, Han Jin was not only happy, but also gratified.
The Soul-Devouring Orb kept spinning, and its shape became smaller and smaller. Finally, it became a black pearl slightly bigger than a thumb. This was the real Soul-Devouring Orb.
"Ah … Ah …" Following a mournful and unwilling howl, the black shadow struggled to get up, and his skinny right hand pointed straight at Han Jin.
Han Jin frowned slightly. Although he didn't use his full strength just now, it wasn't something that an ordinary person could withstand. It was really unexpected that such a withered body could get up.
With a bang, the black shadow's right hand was broken, and the bones in his hand turned into a pile of powder. Soon after, it condensed into a javelin-like object and shot towards Han Jin.
Han Jin released the Ground Shrinking Spell, and his body disappeared from the spot. At the same time, he appeared on the wall of the courtyard, easily dodging the javelin attack.
The black shadow looked around blankly. His life's biggest reliance was those thousands of ghosts. Without them, he was no different from a piece of trash. Not to mention attacking Han Jin, he couldn't even find where Han Jin was.
"Hey …" Han Jin used two fingers to pinch the Soul-Devouring Orb.
When the black shadow heard the shout, he hurriedly turned in Han Jin's direction. At this moment, the Soul-Devouring Orb was bounced away, leaving an almost imperceptible trace in the air. With the sound of wind and thunder, it shot right into the black shadow's pupil, and then came out from the back of the black shadow's head. What was shocking was that only a small amount of blood spurted out from the front of the black shadow's head, while a rain of blood burst out from the back of the black shadow's head.
The figure swayed and knelt on the ground bit by bit. Then, he fell to the ground. His body slowly shrank, or rather, it was melting. In a moment, his white bones were exposed. Then, even the bones turned into fine dust. Only a robe with a decaying aura was left behind.
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"Kill!!" The high-spirited Dismark roared and rushed towards Guevara with his spear. Although the three Holy Knight had already expressed their stance, he was the lord. So, he could allow others to help him, but he would never pass this honor to anyone else.
Moreover, he wanted to shatter the nightmare that had been in his heart for decades. He wanted to kill Guevara with his own hands!
Guevara also roared and swung his spear. The two Holy Knight in front of him were hit by the tip of the spear and flew away like helpless straws. Then, Guevara's body shot straight towards Dismark in mid-air.
A silver light bloomed on the tip of Guevara's spear and immediately turned into a roaring electric light, enveloping Guevara's entire body. He had turned into a giant hedgehog. The flashing electric arcs flowed rapidly and twisted within a radius of more than ten meters, looking like sharp thorns.
Dismark held his spear and faced Guevara fearlessly. When he took the first step, other than his high-spirited aura, he was no different from an ordinary person. When he took the second step, his body was engulfed in flames. When he took the third step, the flames had turned red. The remaining snow around Dismark began to melt and disappear at the same time, turning into steam.
If Guevara looked like a vigorous Silver Dragon, then Dismark looked like a flying meteorite. This was a collision between two fighting techniques that spared no effort!
Ai Mijie suddenly moved. His body swayed forward, and the spear in his hand stabbed towards the back of Dismark's head like a venomous snake. From the outside, Ai Mijie looked like a decent young man. Who knew that he would be so vicious when he attacked? If this spear pierced through, even if Dismark's armor and Combat Aura could protect him, he would still lose his ability to fight due to the severe shock to his head.
At the same time, Oder also moved. Perhaps it was because of his reaction speed, he was half a beat slower than Ai Mijie. His spear was aimed at Dismark's back from afar. In comparison, Adonis' movements were much gentler. The target he chose to attack was Dismark's thigh. However, on Dismark's entire body, that was the only place that was not protected by armor.
Almost all of the people present were top-grade or high-grade professionals. There was no hypocritical hesitation. Either they did not attack, or they attacked to destroy the enemy!
Dismark's eyes suddenly revealed a look of grief and indignation. He could not be blamed for this. Ever since the continent fell into chaos, the power of the Church had gradually shrunk and finally retreated to the southwest. Very few important figures of the Church walked this land. However, the legends were still praised by the people. Most of the heroes in the stories were righteous, especially the Holy Knight who believed in the God of Light. Humility, glory, sacrifice, courage, compassion, faith, honesty, and justice were the embodiment of the Holy Knight. Dismark would not underestimate anyone, but he never thought that the Holy Knight would be so insidious.
Dismark turned around abruptly and raised the Knight's Shield on his left arm. A dazzling white light suddenly bloomed, firmly enveloping Dismark's body. Then, a spear with countless scorching tongues of fire pierced through the white light and pierced towards Adonis.
If Dismark was facing only one person, no matter how great the difference in lethality and speed was, Dismark would have countless ways to turn the situation around.
However, he was facing four experts who were on par with him. He could not take care of all of them. He could only choose one of them, and the old and dim-sighted Adonis naturally became his target.
After a few loud bangs, two spears pierced through the white light, and Adonis blocked Dismark's spear with his own. Dismark had the Lion's Shield to protect himself, but Adonis did not. If he fought against Dismark, he would be the one to die.
The raging flames collided with the light fighting aura and turned into countless turbulent currents. Adonis was forced back a dozen steps and barely managed to stabilize himself. Dismark was also forced back seven or eight steps, but his body was still enveloped in the white light and his expression could not be seen.
Guevara had already arrived. His spear struck down in an extremely powerful and handsome manner, like an eagle swooping down on a rabbit. Countless flashing electric arcs exploded at the same time.
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