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He was just a magician, and probably just the most ordinary soldier. Nathanos observed the chaotic battle scene. He threw his deputy sword forward.

The hand of Eremeni in his hand pierced into the back of another Demonic. The giant statue staggered for two steps, then began to grab his chest and gasp loudly. He knelt on both knees, then fell heavily on his side. His palms were on the ground, his body was still shaking constantly, and then he made the last shout, his eyes almost immediately dimmed. After being saved by the Demonic, the panda monk who had just been suppressed by the Demonic, he bowed to Nathanos.

Rescuing him is just trying to get lucky. Nathanos's real purpose is to use the main sword Saratol. He only has one hand and cannot recombine Saramani.

Perhaps seeing Nathanos' performance, a magician strode over and stepped on the ground, making the ground sound. He stared at this unique existence.

As he approached the undead, Nathanos turned around suddenly and left a hole in the Demonic with his sword.

The Demonic Man fell to his feet with trembling body. Now the Withered Man is sure that the first Demonic Man he killed is not an ordinary soldier.

Next, Nathanos felt a chill when he witnessed a scene. In the crowd, he saw that not all the Demonics were warriors holding huge weapons, some of them were wearing cloaks and looking like wizards. Nathanos could see clearly the spells they cast.

Several monks were suspended in the air by some evil shadow power and struggled in pain. They were pinched to their throats. If it were just like this, Nathanos didn't feel disgusted. He had seen spells that were a hundred times more terrifying than this, but what he never expected was that the other party's methods were not only like this, and the most painful scene in his heart reappeared.

The bodies of those caught pandas look blurred, not caused by visual debilitation, but their souls are being withdrawn.

Nathanos angrily helped a panda man to take out the enemy, then pointed at what he saw and asked, "What is that?"

The Withered Man hopes that the person standing in front of him at this moment is Lao Wu, who can quickly answer his questions. Unlike the Panda man, who is now scared to the point of being unable to say a word when he sees his compatriots being tortured by inhuman.

"Answer me quickly." Nathanos still stood on the ground, shaking the Panda man with his only hand.

"It's the soul-summoner." The panda monk finally spoke, "It's the Demonic Man from the Ten Thunder Platform. There is a wizard named Shan Jitong leading them. He can use a spell to pull out the souls of a human body, and then bind those souls in stone statues, so that the stone statues can be resurrected to help him fight."

Frost sadness? After hearing the Panda Man's explanation, Nathanos recalled the scene of himself being killed and resurrected again and again in his mind. He was like those lifeless stone statues, and his soul was forever imprisoned. Among all the magic, his most cruel thing was the spell that whipped the soul, which was the most crazy behavior. He knew the pain of the soul not being able to rest in peace.

The enemy can be killed by a killer, but the bottom limit is that it can only kill the opponent's body.

"Why are there still...?"

Confusion plagues the withered. It turns out that in the world, it is not just the Scourge that controls evil magic that destroys human nature.

...

The monk who was pulled away from his soul kept turning his head and screaming, and the shadow energy had already soaked in his body. Then, like crushing a grape, he completely ended him. The soul was put into a special container bag together.

...

"Shan Ji is both a powerful wizard." The panda man beside him was still making a terrified voice.

The Withered One didn't care what the Demonic Ancient Man was called. Eight out of ten names on this continent sounded strange. He only had anger, and the Angry Demonic Ancient Man made him feel the pain again.

...

Perhaps it was to completely cut off the possibility of the monk's survival, the called Mogu wizard gave his guard a wink. The guard understood it, aimed the blade in his hand at the throat of the monk's body, and issued a fatal blow. Blood dripped from the weapon.

...

Anger brought hatred, but his hatred was not directed at the Morgus, but himself. Lasuevos, the instructor of the Forgotten, would have become the minion of the Scourge, but Nathanos helped him get rid of control. But later the Withered One also did what the Lich King wanted to do. Lasuevos was forced to resurrect and helped him train the Forgotten One's troops. He had never felt guilty, and the goal of making the Forgotten One stronger made his consciousness numb.

"I too..." The wither stared at his hand in disbelief.

...

"Sir, I caught another survivor."

Shan Jitong was savoring the soul just now, and the sudden report from the subordinate soldiers made him happy. He looked down and saw a panda man wearing a red vest and vest was forcibly taken to his feet. A hoe was thrown away.

...

"Old Wu was arrested! You have to go and save him." The panda man exclaimed.

Nathanos felt his headache breaking out, and three different feelings of forgetting torture him one after another. He heard the Panda man's voice and knew that he had some action, but he forgot what to do, and even his consciousness of holding the sword disappeared.

"How come there is that kind of evil magic here?"

"He actually reminded me of Frost's sadness."

"How can I do this?"

Suddenly, his body felt like an electric current surge, and then it became tense. He felt something enter his body, invading his heart, making his cold body boil. The full and powerful power was controlled by him, like a frenzy that covered the sky and the sun, unstoppable.

His blood and flesh turned into a red and black whirlwind, and he could only see the shadows of the dead, and the clothes were still dancing. Similarly, the rhythm of this dancing was also intimate with the blowing of the wind.

The panda man looked at his changes and retreated with fear.

...

Shan Jitong was about to cast his spell again. He was already imagining the scene of the panda man screaming.

"What is that?"

The voice of another demonic man interrupted him. The soul conquer looked over. He saw a dark black orb.

The whirlwind of red and black attracted more and more attention and became brighter. The halo pulsated like breathing, becoming more intense, and a pair of eyes wrapped around it began to burn.

Then, with a series of explosions and cracks, the whirlwind suddenly stretched out, forming the black wings.
Chapter completed!