At this moment, I had already changed from my dragon form back to my human form. Avina's elf, Ronwip, had also returned to the Magic Space.
Flants's left arm was crippled, and Natalia was covered in injuries.
Lancelot had already pulled out the Demon Sword at his waist. He had obtained this sword from Azrael after he had become an Undead, and it was extremely terrifying.
I wasn't confident in facing Lancelot, but when Yan Long came out again, I felt a trace of power surging out of my body.
I had turned into a half-dragon, and this gave me the confidence to fight Lancelot.
Lancelot didn't say anything and directly slashed a [Blade of the Void] at me. This [Blade of the Void] was extremely strange, and even in my half-dragon form, I could barely see the air distorting. Its speed was also abnormally fast, and the moment I saw it, it was already in front of me, forcing me to use the Yan Long Punch of Draconic Magic to forcefully receive this attack.
After receiving this [Blade of the Void], I took two steps back and felt my body go numb. Even my blood was boiling. If I had been hit a few more times, it might have caused serious damage to me.
While I was still calming the blood in my body, Lancelot had already waved his hand lightly and released another attack. Instantly, my feet sank. Looking down, I saw that it had turned into a black swamp that was emitting an ominous aura.
Just as I was about to pull my feet out of the swamp, pairs of green-white hands reached out from the depths of the swamp, accompanied by painful howls. I could even see some heads struggling, as if they were going to rush out in the next second. At this moment, my feet were also grabbed by these chicken claw-like hands, and I couldn't move.
This was Lancelot's Dead Soul Quagmire. He wanted to trap me!
At this moment, Lancelot was preparing to use another attack on the immobilized me.
Flants, who had lost his left arm and was lying on the ground with heavy injuries, frantically mobilized the last bit of strength in his body in order to stand up. However, this caused his veins to bulge, and a large amount of blood once again gushed out from his wound. In an instant, this iron-blooded man lost consciousness due to the blood loss.
At the same time, Natalia stood up shakily and tried to cast a spell to stop Lancelot. Unfortunately, before she could mobilize her magic, Lancelot released the Prison of Fear. A cloud of black fog trapped Natalia, and she was instantly rooted to the ground. Through the gaps in the black fog, one could even see the shock and horror that flashed across her face. The Prison of Fear could trigger the greatest fear in a person's heart. It would cause the person to be corroded by the dark aura and slowly lose their consciousness, leaving only a shell behind.
Seeing that my teammates were in trouble, I became more and more anxious. I frantically activated Yan Long's Power in my body. Seeing that Lancelot was about to attack me again, Avina anxiously tried to block the attack for me.
However, I didn't expect that the magic that was supposed to attack me would hit Avina instead. I saw the hint of a smile on Lancelot's lips. Damn, his target was actually Avina! After being hit by the magic, a distorted figure instantly overlapped with Avina's body. She fell to the ground and writhed in pain. Lancelot laughed and said to me, "This is the Evil Spirit Possession. This evil spirit will corrode her soul. If you don't destroy me quickly, her soul will be slowly devoured by the evil spirit and completely disappear from this world. Think about it, the pain of the soul. How terrifying would that be?! "
Looking at my teammates and loved ones who were struggling in pain and fear, my eyes almost popped out of their sockets. I felt the anger in my chest burning away my rationality. In the next moment, there was a buzzing sound in my head. A flame spurted out from under my feet. I had unconsciously used Yan Long's Power. The arms that were grabbing me were instantly scorched black under the heat of the flame.
Then, I borrowed the strength of the flame to fly up and get rid of the swamp. I didn't care about anything else and pounced on Lancelot. At that moment, I couldn't see anything in front of me. I only wanted to rush forward and use my fists and teeth to tear Lancelot apart.
But at that moment, I couldn't get close to Lancelot at all. Because in the next second, long thorns that were stained with blood shot out from the ground. I was shocked. Using the strength of my waist, I twisted half a circle in the air and dodged the thorns that were aimed at my waist and head. When I got closer, I realized that the thorns were like human flesh. They covered my skin and were even pulsating slowly.
Just as I was in a state of shock, unexpectedly, the long thorn by my waist suddenly twisted. Like a tree trunk, it instantly grew a branch and pierced towards me. Caught off guard, my abdomen was pierced, causing my movements to slow down. At this moment, several long thorns rose from the ground and pierced towards me as though they had a consciousness of their own. At the critical moment, I used the Flame Dragon Energy to protect my body. However, I was unable to land on the ground under the impact of the thorns that were constantly piercing towards me. It was said that no one was able to get close to the Lich King of Necromancers because they would be pierced to death by the Death God's Touch that surrounded him. Azrael's Touch surged out from the ground, but its power was really terrifying.
But just as I was trying my best to protect myself from the storm of attacks from Azrael's Touch, Lancelot released another Flame of the Netherworld. In an instant, a huge green will-o '-the-wisp flew towards me.
It seemed slow, but Azrael's Touch couldn't be retracted in time. The moment it came into contact with the will-o '-the-wisp, it twisted wildly and even exploded. It could be seen how terrifying this skill was.
I couldn't dodge it at all. I could only use my body to take the attack head-on. At that moment, I could feel the flames tearing my body apart. It was different from my high-temperature flames. It was bone-chilling, but it was also highly corrosive. In just a moment, the Power of Yan Long's Power that had been weakened by Azrael's Touch corroded a few large holes in my body.
Now, I could feel how painful it was to be attacked by Azrael's Touch. Yes, my flesh felt as if it had been doused with concentrated sulfuric acid. I could only see it slowly disappear. Then, a heart-wrenching pain came from my body. In an instant, I could only fall to the ground. The pain even made me lose the ability to move.
Lancelot watched as all of us fell to the ground. Some of us were struggling. We couldn't even get close to him. The smile on his face gradually disappeared. The anticipation he had for me also disappeared.
"Is this all you've got? You're still too weak, "Lancelot said calmly.
From the beginning to the end, he didn't even move.
He was tired of this kind of battle where he couldn't resist at all. He even showed a hint of disappointment towards me. He looked at the demon sword in his hand, and a powerful magic surged.
He waved the demon sword at us.
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