With Feile's onslaught and Sean's tireless harassment...

The two undead monks were finally angry!

The black aura of death filled the entire church. The two undead wanderers stood up again, while the five Jainas were entangled in the mist.

Cold, numb, panic, depression...

All kinds of negative emotions flooded into my mind!

Vitality, magic, physical strength, life...

The physical and mental conditions of the five people declined sharply!

"It's the Curse of the Undead, interrupt his guidance!"

Sean finally got serious...

And looking at the undead monk who was protected by two wanderers, floating in the air with a faint light and constantly releasing the aura of death, Lutes, Goodman and Feiler quickly rushed over.

Jaina was a little anxious. She raised the magic crystal sword in her hand several times and then slowly put it down. She seemed to be waiting for something...

"Frozen·Ice Coffin!"

As if he wanted to make up for his previous negligence, Sean went all out when he took action.

"Kakaka..."

A sudden burst of cold air enveloped an undead wanderer who had just recovered, and dense ice formed in an instant.

In just a few seconds, a huge diamond-shaped ice block completely froze his body!

"Epee·Shattered Rock!"

The old knight Goodman suddenly jumped up several meters high, his heavy swords in both hands glowing with vitality, and he smashed at another wanderer with all his strength!

"Bang..."

The sound was so impactful that even a body as hard as steel could not withstand such a heavy blow.

"Click..."

With the crisp sound of bones breaking, the second undead wanderer landed on the ground.

And just as the two wanderers were suppressed, Feile's magic was officially activated!

"Fire Combo!"

His strong arms waved rapidly, and fireballs the size of fists flew like raindrops towards the two undead monks behind the wanderer.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

It was not as powerful as the high-level magician's fireball technique, but the destructive power of nearly a hundred pellets still frightened the old knight Goodman who had just dodged it.

In bursts of dazzling firelight, the death energy surrounding the two undead monks was quickly evaporated!

During the huge vibration, the undead monk who was still chanting the winding of death in a low voice finally slowly fell back to a height of more than ten centimeters on the ground...

But the moment he just landed and stood firm...

The fourth wave of attacks has arrived on time!

"Phantom Walk·Shadow Killing Technique!"

The hollow sound seemed to come from another room...

Four identical shadows quietly appeared behind the undead monk and the wanderer...

"Pfft..."

Uniform movements, no sloppiness at all!

In the hands of four cold-eyed shadows, four identical daggers accurately pierced the hearts of four undead creatures on the opposite side. Even the wanderer frozen by Sean was not spared...

And with the success of this blow, Lutes' figure slowly emerged from the middle of the four shadows...

"Phantom Walk·Dance of Death!"

After a low drink, Lutes's face turned pale in the middle of the four shadows...

And the four shadows around him burst out with the aura of Wuzong at the same time!

"Bang..."

Four strands of Wuzong's vitality burst out at the same time and entangled themselves together, forming a huge spherical space.

And inside the spherical vitality space, Lutes and his four shadows started moving at the same time.

"Swish swish..."

The five figures moved at high speed, making the interior of the spherical space blurry. Broken limbs and broken bones mixed with armor and strips of cloth were flying everywhere, and it was completely difficult to distinguish the number...

Only the energy and the cold light from the dagger reminded everyone that the interior of this space was like a meat grinder, performing a dance of killing!

…

"Those shadows...are they something like clones?"

Seeing that the situation had stabilized, Jaina put down the magic crystal sword in her hand again, but Lutes' combat skills made her frown slightly.

"Your Highness, even as powerful as Pope Asbury of Light, he cannot create four clones..."

Sean on the side shook his head.

"Lutes' vitality is somewhat special...

He can condense his vitality into shape and move at high speed in his own vitality!

The four bodies are just his phantoms, and he is the only one who really takes action!

But speed is indeed rare...

Phantom...this must be the origin of his title!"

Lutes' combat skills did not escape Sean's perception, but Sean was also very surprised by his speed that far exceeded his own.

"Whoosh..."

While he was talking, the spherical space formed by the vitality had dissipated, and Lutes, whose face turned pale, flew back to Jaina, but he didn't seem satisfied...

"Sorry... but dealing with these tough undead creatures is really not my specialty...

Who can take action and drive away those damn death auras!"

He pointed angrily at the undead creature on the ground that he had cut into pieces, looking a little depressed...

Several people looked in the direction he pointed and were immediately speechless...

Under Lutes' high-speed attack, the four advanced undead creatures had been divided into dozens of pieces. Only the trunk part with the most concentrated death energy was still intact...

But those stumps and broken arms, lingering in the air of death, slowly reunited towards the torso...

…

"Well... without a light magician or a high-level healer, these guys would be a bit difficult to deal with, especially in a place with such a strong aura of death!"

As if he understood Lutes' feelings, Sean shrugged weakly.

"Let me do it, just some dead energy!"

While both of them were worried about the impact of death energy on the recovery ability of undead creatures, Feile had already walked towards the remains of the undead creatures that were still squirming.

"The scorching flames forge eternal space, and the immortal courage condenses the sword of judgment!"

Pious chanting is more like praying.

As the great magician's magic energy surged, a long sword condensed with flames was held tightly in his hand.

"This breath...and the way of existence...is this also magic?"

It was not a long sword made of simple fire magic elements, which made Lutes a little stunned. The scene of the death energy dissipating in the space where the long sword passed made him confused...

But when Feile walked to the pile of undead corpses, his expression turned cold.

"Even the real devil will turn into ashes in front of the sword of the Flame Goddess!

And you are just monsters that should have rotted away long ago!"

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and the flaming giant sword held high swung down fiercely!

On the ground, only the head and trunk of the undead creature were left, instinctively fearing and trembling...

But Feile's sword...

But he couldn't cut it off...

"boom……"

There was a loud noise that startled everyone...

The wall at the main entrance of the Guangming Church that had been hit by the wanderers suddenly collapsed inwards.

A thick black fog instantly poured into the church!

The suffocating feeling of coldness made the bodies of Feile and the others suddenly stiffen!

And this familiar feeling made Jaina reveal a deep smile...

After taking a deep breath, she subconsciously licked her lips...

"Are you finally willing to show up?
Chapter completed!