Fairy’s Box

A high-pressure water flow spurted out from the sword, and the linear cutting force of the water gushing down at an extreme speed was exerted to the extreme, forming a scene of white sword light with a width of dozens of meters. This high-speed sword light cut through the solidified air, and carried the phantom that was split and twisted like lightning. The speed was more than twice as fast as the previous blow.

At the same time, the white bones of the Queen's hands were exposed, and the exoskeleton from the forearm to the shoulder and elbow was silently cracked, and it completely burst with the movement of her slashing and slashing. In the swift sprint, the jet-like dust and smoke sputtered like water vapor—obviously, this explosion was a desperate gamble with all her strength.

"..."

Yale's eyes lit up, feeling even more strange. As the sharp water wave streamed in through the air, he actually felt a slight heat on his skin, which meant that the damage of the blow in front of him had reached a dangerous value.

Immediately, he violently pulled up the half-conscious Weeping King, lifted its body, took a step, and waved another punch.

boom--!

He punched out, and as the fist advanced, the void suddenly vibrated, and it was bumped like a substantial water film. Then suddenly twisted and rotated, clinging to the black-haired knight's fist, a translucent convex surface of the same size bulged in the center of the spiral ripples, with a clear penetrating pattern, directly hitting the water curtain sword light.

In this blow, Yale used the power of the void fluctuations, and it was like a landslide, obviously determined to completely subdue his opponent.

The tenacious filamentary sword light slammed the fist on the front, and the sword and fist slammed into each other, silently, and time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Suddenly, a rippling shock wave exploded from the collision, and the overwhelming air flow violently washed the entire space in an instant. The dust and debris gathered into undulating tides, implicated in the dim light in the silent labyrinth.

boom--!

The noisy shadow rolled through the space like a storm, and the moment the brightness recovered, the black-haired knight's fist burst suddenly, and the force was pouring out like a mountain torrent, and it was out of control.

The sharp linear scorching current collapsed at the touch of a touch, and was crushed by a fist, and instantly crushed into tens of millions of crystal-like fragments, like a dense barrage of concentrated fire from a heavy machine gun, drowning the figures of the high-level undead.

Hiss-hiss-!

The Queen of Soul Shark was pierced through her body by the rain-like sword light, and the air flow passed through the wound at an extremely high speed and sent out a shrill scream.

boom--!

The huge impact force directly smashed the column, the withered and decayed bones exploded like gunpowder, and the roaring smoke screen poured into the explosion, drowning the broken body of the high-level undead.

"Missed? How is it possible!?"

The emerald-green pupils of the Queen of Soul Sharks were slightly scattered, and then they shrank rapidly. She tried her best to let her line of sight penetrate the smoke screen and observe the opponent's figure. I saw the man standing unscathed in the hall, with a steady body and a flat right fist. The fist peak is facing himself, and there is no strong emotion in his eyes.

It's like defeating a high-level undead that the other pirates are afraid of. For him, it's nothing more than a trivial matter.

"Who is it?"

How can there be such a powerful enemy in the pirates? Even the uncrowned pirate king Whitebeard is only half-baked in fighting himself. It is impossible to be as powerful as the person in front of him. .

"and……"

The Queen of Soul Shark's eyes flickered, and she instantly clicked on the figures of Kara and others. After the battle situation was in her eyes, her eyes were filled with pain and fear. Everyone fighting here is close to the level of the top four of the Pirates. Powerful enough to make Silent Labyrinth a thing of the past.

"They are the people of the Empire!"

The cold and familiar mental fluctuations entered her mind, and the old and dry voice was aroused like thunder, and she roared resentfully in her consciousness, and the expression on the face of the gradually dense and cracked high-level undead instantly suffocated.

"They're here, they're finally here!"

The voice of the King of Silence was full of despair and pain, as if he had touched some kind of forbidden memory, and his mood swings suddenly became violent. It was like a dead tree that had been ignited, charring and twisting in the raging flames, becoming hoarse.

"Those cursed torches have set off countless disasters against the dead, slaughter and destruction accompanied by wolf smoke swept across the land that belonged to us. The pollution of light and fire is all over Antrazu, and the dead have nowhere to hide. They Like sweeping dust, it swept us into the dust of history, and even if we escaped here, the aftermath of destruction would eventually come unexpectedly."

"It's ridiculous, their monarch claims to be in control of all things, but he can't even accommodate a kingdom of the dead that is huddled in the cracks of the world."

The most powerful undead with the same name as Silent Labyrinth has completely lost the ruthlessness that belongs to the deceased at this moment, like a mad beast in a desperate and scarred situation, pouring out negative emotions on the verge of collapse.

"I'm not reconciled! I can't be destroyed! I am the last witness of the great Styx era! Halibel, you must help me and hold down the strongest torch among them."

After making this last unrealistic request, the black robe covered by the King of Silence suddenly swelled up, bulging into a cloud of thick black smoke, and rushed towards the secret passageway hidden behind the Throne of Dry Bones like lightning.

"hateful!"

The Queen of Soul Mermaid gritted her teeth abruptly, the joints all over her body twitched, and her blue eyes flashed with cold light.

After struggling to no avail, she realized how badly she was injured at the moment. The flame-like power had penetrated into her limbs, and her body was like a burnt carbonized tree and began to collapse from the most severely damaged part.

With such an injury, let alone drawing a sword and fighting again, even standing up again cannot be done.

The leader fled, he was seriously injured, and his companions were captured.

Facing the impending fiasco, she gave up her resistance, and the cold light in her eyes quickly dimmed, like a bystander who stayed out of the way, silently watching everything in front of her.

My heart suddenly calmed down—the demise of the Silence Labyrinth was a foregone conclusion.

...

After repelling and abolishing the Queen of Soul Mermaid, Yale once again focused all his energy on the Weeping King. He knew his own erosive ability well, and this would be the last round of offensive on the spiritual level.

The high-level undead, who felt that the catastrophe was imminent, resisted with all his strength, and the roar became more and more intense. The body was constantly struggling and tearing, constantly urging the last remaining strength, and the bone floor began to sag because it couldn't bear the pressure. Along with the splashing dust, one after another deep cracks continued to spread, but even so, it still couldn't get rid of the shackles of the arm.

The sluggishness of spirit and will made the Weeping King only feel his hands and feet tremble. He roared loudly, resentment, anger, and hatred poured onto his face, and deep in his eyes, there was indeed deep fear.

The source of fear burned the will of the deceased like a poisonous fire, gradually overwhelmed its spiritual defense, and then penetrated into the depths of the soul and began to distort its consciousness. The high-level undead who felt irreparable roared wildly, trying to gather the negative energy in the body, trying to detonate the body and return to eternal sleep. However, the power deep in the body seemed to be restrained by a force and suppressed by force.

The restraint of the nature of strength made the resistance of the high undead to be minimal, and the deep and vast source of fear quickly penetrated into the depths of its soul, and the tsunami-like pollution and erosion quickly impacted consciousness, and the King of Weeping began to produce a wave of fear, humble feeling.

As the master of the burning hell, the head of the demon **** is born with the authority to command all negative body creatures. This power is even more powerful in the hands of Yale, who is extremely powerful in spiritual will and soul.

But in a short period of time, the resistance of the high-level undead disappeared.

The screams of the Weeping King gradually disappeared, and the fluctuations in his body became smaller and smaller. He finally regained his calm. He raised his head again, and looked at the black-haired knight with only sincerity and fear in his eyes.

"Go."

Yale immediately let go, and with a little hint, the high-level undead spread the bat wings, turned into a light and shadow, and rushed towards the former subordinates. And he himself was flying, pulling out a long and narrow phantom, catching up with the fleeing King of Silence.

In the face of the leader's escape, the Queen of Soul Mermaid lost her combat effectiveness, and the King of Weeping counterattacked, and the balanced situation that the high-level undead had barely maintained collapsed instantly. At this moment, they already knew that the destruction of the entire silent labyrinth was only in the blink of an eye, and they immediately prepared to escape.

But... can they escape?

boom--!

Yale grabbed the King of Silence and swept to the entrance of the tunnel, waved his arm and swept back, and it was a soil tornado that stretched for hundreds of yards, burying the entrance of the tunnel into the ruins.

"I will never be destroyed!"

The King of Silence, who was at the end of the road, roared, and there was only scarlet blood in his eyes. The icy axe cut through the airflow, carrying the rotten black energy and slashed at the black-haired knight standing in front of him.

"..."

Yale ignored its nonsense, bluffed his hands, and immediately absorbed two tornadoes in his palms, carrying the sharp and swift wind power, facing the higher undead.

Whoosh whoosh-!

The fierce wind running wildly in the space caused countless ripples, and the intertwined turbulent currents twisted together into a wind blade that the naked eye could not catch up with. In the blink of an eye, countless cracks were blasted on the King of Silence.

The high-level undead had no time to react, and was drowned by the wind blade. He could only threw the giant axe with all his strength, but was washed away by a gray-white giant wind blade. The shock wave played by the power of the wind and the residual air pressure instantly blasted the figure of the King of Silence against the wall.

Boom-!

There was a sound of explosion on the wall directly opposite the corridor, a mushroom-like cloud rose, and the figure of the high-level undead fell straight down, slamming out of the pothole on the bone floor.

"Styx... torch... must not... must not..."

The King of Silence struggled to get up, but was kicked down by the black-haired knight behind him. The last picture in front of him was the palm of his opponent's eroded and fluctuating palms.