Fairy’s Box

Instantly retreating from the approaching Queen of Soul Mermaid, Yalei quickly stopped the roar, with red light in his eyes, he straightened his back abruptly, raised his left leg high, and trampled on the ground with a huge force.

boom--!

The shaking of the ground and the mountains erupted completely from under his feet, and the pitch-black slate instantly cracked in a mesh-like shape, radiating and collapsing in circles toward the surroundings, and the mad rolls of dust rolled forward like heavy waves.

At the same time, the black-haired knight suddenly flexed his muscles and muscles, dragging the body of the Weeping King with his left hand, and his figure instantly leaned forward as his footsteps fell. The battle axe shattered.

boom--!

The red iron filings exploded in series in the dust, setting off a metallic storm with flashes of fire, and afterimages flashed inside the flames, passing through Yale's body in the blink of an eye. He grabbed the high-level undead with one hand as if he was holding a mass of air. He seemed to have completely forgotten the existence of the other party, and rushed towards the King of Silence.

The black-haired knight let out a loud roar, which contained the double damage of mental shock and life radiation, which could not only shatter spells and illusions, but also be extremely destructive to the undead without physical protection. An undead at the level of Bagg can even shout to death at zero distance. Even the existence of the three kings is at least half-crippled under the frontal impact.

At this moment, the King of Silence has just been burned by the intense life radiation, and the consciousness radiation has been shaken by the mental shock. He is rapidly gathering strength to calm the damage.

But as soon as Yale's figure arrived, he immediately brought a rolling heat wave like oil and fire, and the blazing life radiation seemed to fly into the air, bursting to the apex as the black-haired knight's eyes condensed. Just like the high-temperature magma gushing out from a volcanic eruption, it devoured and evaporated the rotten black smoke attached to the high-level undead, and everywhere it went, it was all eroded into a surging flame.

In the blink of an eye, the King of Silence burned into a human-shaped torch, and the exoskeleton was dissolved and deformed in the high temperature.

At the same time, the black-haired knight raised his arms and charged forward, turning from scratching to smashing, his back, waist and hips bounced like bowstrings, stomping on the ground with a bang, and an iron fist slammed out like a cannonball.

The rumbling sound was like thunder, and the void was squeezed and stacked to form multi-layered folds like ripples, surging forward along the spiral trajectory like a tornado. Yale's fist pierced through the eye of the wind, blasting with tens of millions of tons of force, hitting the exoskeleton breastplate that was burned and deformed by the high-level undead.

Click-!

In the harsh sound, the air split into countless pieces, and the figure of the King of Silence shook the void like falling into the water, and suddenly a straight phantom traversed, and flew out like a meteorite.

"The obstacle is finally cleared."

The back palms smashed the encircling net of the three kings, and the black-haired knight quickly retracted his arms and turned around, his five fingers turned into slender arcs, and grabbed towards the Weeping King who was wrapping his arms.

"You will be the first."

The fierce light in Yalei's eyes skyrocketed, like a hungry eagle staring at his prey, biting his opponent's arm with his left hand, like grabbing a rag doll, forcibly pulling the higher undead in front of him.

Oops, it's dangerous!

The King of Weeping suddenly felt a wave of malice pouring into his limbs, and a sense of crisis poured into his mind like an electric current, preventing him from twisting his arm without hesitation. Like a gecko with a broken tail, it broke free of the opponent's restraints and spread a pair of jet-black bat wings to fly backwards.

"..."

The black-haired knight watched its movements indifferently, sneered, raised his right hand in the air, turned it over suddenly, pressed his palm down, and the powerful mental fluctuations radiated again.

boom--!

In an instant, the void shook, and even the ground seemed to be trembling. Circles of spiritual fluctuations formed an invisible shackle, centered on the high-level undead, within a radius of dozens of feet, in the blink of an eye, a continuous stream like a deep ocean current was formed. A flowing turbulent force field.

Whoosh whoosh-!

The gravel and bone debris on the ground, along with the fine dust floating in the air, were all suspended by the mental storm, and spun violently around the body of the Weeping King.

Like a deep-sea whirlpool with rapid ocean currents, the ripple-like void forms a tornado, with heavy mental pressure, pressing the high-level undead inside the eye of the wind in a posture of lying on all fours.

At the same time, the shadow on Yalei's face flickered and changed, the palm of his pressing down just fell on the top of the opponent's head, and the red light in his eyes became more and more intense, spreading out and dyeing the void into a lava world.

In the blink of an eye, the mental storm became bigger and bigger, and when I looked again, it became a huge vortex with a diameter of more than ten feet, completely engulfing the two figures.

"Ahhh!"

The screams came on schedule.

The cry of the Weeping King was like Ye Xiao's wailing, and it suddenly echoed in the roar of the spiritual storm, and many other high-level undead shuddered and felt chills all over their bodies.

As we all know, the undead, as a cursed deceased, have no such thing as pain.

If someone can make a determined high-level undead scream so miserably, then there is no doubt that this person must have mastered the spiritual power to the peak.

In the case of a mage, it is a spiritual spell that is close to super magic.

If it is a knight, it must be a terrifying spiritual power.

No matter which one it is, it is the ability that makes the undead feel terrified. Unlike the living who have a stable connection between the soul and the body, they have extremely low mental protection without a physical barrier. Once they are targeted and eroded, they can easily be manipulated and enslaved.

Now, the black-haired knight is using the ability of the Lord of Fear to contaminate and corrode, directly twisting the soul of the Weeping Lord, trying to turn it into a high-level puppet that obeys his own orders.

This is Yale's true intention to sneak into the closed space by all means. As long as he controls nine high-level undead, he controls the Ghost Fleet, a force that is enough to threaten the Alliance Atlantic Fleet.

The plan has reached this point, and it can be said that it has been half-successful.

In the face of Yale's zero-distance spiritual pollution, the high-level undead have no power to fight back. No matter how strong the will is, without the shielding protection of the flesh, they can only drink hatred under the targeted power of the King of Fear.

"Ha ha……"

The black-haired knight lowered his gaze, observing the higher-level undead that was becoming more and more lost and sinking under his palm, with a satisfied look in his eyes. Then suddenly his expression froze, his right hand maintained the output of pollution and erosion, and his left fist smashed straight out and hit the edge of a white broad-edged sword.

boom--!

The bone blade vibrated violently, and it was difficult to separate the heavy wind pressure, tearing the air flow back to its gaseous state.

"..."

The scarred face of the Queen of Soulsharks reappeared in Yalei's eyes along the picture of the sword's edge being separated. A persistent flame danced in his pupils, and he waved the giant sword in his hand again.