"...It seems that I have prepared a plate of hard dishes for me."
He retreated back and avoided the sweeping battle of vows and two beams of destruction. Amnak's eyes had expressionless metal faces and green eyes. However, he was still calm and composed, and his sword was like Liuyun, cutting open several cold faces within a few seconds. When the three saint guards fell, lightning flashed and jumped on their bodies.
At this moment, the sword blade seemed to become an extension of Amnak's will. Although the opponent was sieging the opponent as the number advantage, all the Three Saint Guards seemed to have to fight against an enemy at the same time. Amnak's figure was real and illusory, like light and lightning. Even the supernatural reaction of the Three Saint Guards could not be fought against.
But the killer moves are obviously not them either.
Just as Amnak used two swords to force back more than a dozen of the three siege guards, a shadow suddenly emerged from the ruins under his feet. Amnak pretended not to notice its proximity.
He waited until it approached, then turned around and let the sword in his left hand slide in his palm to allow the tip of the sword to hit the weapon of a Three Saint Guard.
Suddenly, the ground was lifted up by a huge force, and a gray mist covered all over his body, only two pairs of eyes with extra shiny eyes appeared and waved the super phase double blades at him.
Amnak dodged to the side, twisted his wrist, blocked the opponent's sharp claws, and then drifted to the opponent's side like a gust of wind. The sword in his right hand stabbed and hit the head of the Lord of the Snake Exporter.
A series of crackling energy was released from his blade, igniting a deep black flame, breaking through the shadows covered by the Deporter Lord and repelling the three holy guards around him.
The Deporter Lord was hit on the ground by the blow, and when Amnak split his head with his sword, it let out a deafening scream, while the long tail wrapped around Amnak's arm.
As the expeller lord screamed before his death, even the universe moaned when sickle-like light waves emerged from the weapons of the Three Saint Guards.
This is a covert attack, the Deporter Lord burned into ashes in the light of destruction, and everything around him turned into slag.
But not including Amnak...
He appeared behind a three-saint guard who had landed on the ground, and his sword blade passed by, and then his head flew up.
However, his condition was not that good. His armor was ragged and there were obvious signs of ablation on his skin. Even silver blood could be seen flowing out in some burned parts.
Suddenly, a powerful flash fell from the sky - this flash was so dazzling that it was like a small sun. Although it was already wary of the three technicians, it knew it was one thing and action was another. The moment Armnak did not dodge, the sound of metal bursting sounded in his ears.
The next moment, the world in front of him turned into a strong wind composed of etheric lightning. The three etheric warlocks created a destructive force field specially prepared for him. Even no matter how flexible Amnak was, he could not completely avoid these supernatural energy. An explosion hit him from the right and knocked him back.
Amnak hit the ground, rolled, and was bounced by a hard object.
But he may only have a moment, only the shortest moment.
He quickly stood up, and the sword in his hand suddenly pierced through the Three Saint Guards who raised the Scepter from the right, but his situation was not optimistic, because he could not deal with the three technicians, and there was no possibility of victory, but the Three Saint Guards seemed endless, and it would take a lot of time to kill them one by one with his sword alone.
But time...
Suddenly, the earth shook violently, and huge fire walls rose, as if the doomsday had arrived. A concentrated burst of powerful force and invisible heat instantly wiped out the three technicians in the air.
Then, there was silence and Armnark could only hear his own breathing.
The burning ruins crackled and groaned around him, like an iceberg that was about to collapse, and it was indeed possible to collapse at any time and bury him.
In a moment, the magnificent figure appeared in the sky, with divine majesty.
Amnak narrowed his eyes.
"Soshyan, are you... still here?"
The other party did not answer, but Amnak saw a huge hole in its chest, and it was still expanding, stretching out golden belts with mysterious symbols from it, wrapping it tightly at the moment of its struggle.
At the same time, a dazzling flame gushed out from the sky, rolling out like a huge arc, swallowing up all the three saint guards and all the fearful deceased people around it, and even shocked the two evil moons in the sky, and a tiny gap that was difficult to recognize with the naked eye. Then light and heat crashed into Amnak at the same time, but he did not dodge, but stretched out his hand.
The moment Soshiyang fell to the ground after he recovered his human form, he grabbed the other party.
Looking at Soshiyan in a coma, Amnake breathed a sigh of relief and said to himself:
"It seems that Ananda has made preparations, but it's okay, it's okay..."
However, when he looked up and saw many slender figures appearing in the distorted flames, he realized that he might face greater problems later...
How to leave?
"If there were no infinite, profound, and real things in the mortal world, we would not be nostalgic for life, but it was originally glorious whether it was life or death... However, when those who claim to be gods were born, life and death were completely glorious."
The white-robed king who had been cut into several pieces before appeared again, strolling across the sea of ​​fire, but Amnak knew that this was just a puppet.
"I won't hurt him, I just hope my friends fulfill their promises and help us cross the boundaries between life and death."
A mocking smile appeared on Amnak's face.
"Do you know what Soshiyan likes to call you the most? Death, remaining, planting."
When the last word was uttered, the sky and the earth suddenly darkened, and the two evil moons in the sky disappeared, followed by the hiss of crows, with a breathtaking whistling sound and a sour friction sound, as if sharp claws were slashing across the smooth marble surface.
After only a few seconds, everything returned to its original state, but Amnak and Soshyan had disappeared.
“…It’s not surprising.”
The white-robed king walked to the wreckage of the previous "self" and watched the metal fragments neatly cut to the size of a thumb, then bent down to pick up the only complete mask.
"It's only surprising that witchcraft-playing bacon is indifferent."
"Your Majesty, did you let him go?"
Hearing the low and deep voice behind him, the king shook his head.
"The time has not come, and the purpose has been achieved this time. Menak will no longer be troubled by the curse of skinning."
“How to arrange it next?”
"You can make arrangements for yourself, destroy and conquer. Xun Bakker must have his own ideas. I no longer restrain you. You can choose your own path. I have other things to deal with."
Chapter completed!