The witch spirit burst out like a lioness, and she jumped towards a higher round pole. She did not intend to climb up there, but rushed down with the force. The sharp blade in her hand pointed directly at the opponent like a sharp claw that stretched out when the falcon dived down.
Dogo knew this was very powerful and retreated repeatedly.
In the flash of lightning, although he activated the opponent's attack, there was a shallow scratch on his right face.
The moment it landed on the round pole, Bishop Wu Ling suddenly turned around and kicked Dogo's temple hard. Dogo retreated, left the shaking round pole, and came to the new platform, while the other party's scimitar chased him in front of him like life.
Dogo rolled in his belly, lowered his axe blade, and then lifted it up suddenly.
The hot metal almost touched Wu Ling's throat. She wanted to knock the opponent's weapon off, but the opponent smashed her dagger with her fist.
It was not until this time that she realized that the power and speed of this furnace descended were extremely exaggerated.
More importantly, he was still very cunning. Everything he had shown weakness before, but now she seemed to be a little too late to pay attention. The battle axe carved red marks on her arms and legs. Although it was not deep, the witch spirit had to retreat step by step.
At this time, the audience's emotions were also mobilized. A wonderful fight was so exciting that they ignored some changes...
On the isolation wall not far from the Cold-Blooded Arena, some visions were spreading, and sticky shadows began to surge, and hurricanes containing cold energy were blown out. The protective symbols on the guard wall began to spill like collapsed sand, and soon a gap was formed, a dark door leading to the shadow world.
Until this time, the guards of the guard wall did not realize what was going on, until the cold flames erupted from their eyes and mouths, burning through their few soul curtains.
Soon, groups of ghostly Mandela formed an army and rushed out.
The Mandelas chose a clever opportunity, as if they knew that the Cold-Blooded Arena would perform grandly at this time, and the defense must be the weakest at this time.
"Mandela is here!!!"
Until the harsh alarm echoed in the cold-blooded arena, all Adas were shocked, and then there was chaos, the hostess of the arena stood up in shock and immediately explained to the followers around.
When the daughters of Kane were preparing to surround their holy land, Mandela had swept the city around the arena, causing heavy losses to the city. It seemed that shadowy enemies were everywhere except under the cruel blade of the Kane believers.
"Our business is not over yet!"
He glared at Dogo with hatred. Bishop Wu Ling, who received the order, pulled away and floated away with a rope, but Dogo fell into the ground with the falling stone pillar.
But no one noticed at this time, and Rozim had already disappeared from his position.
"I just said it would definitely be messy."
He kicked the last slave guard away with one kick. Rozim ran to Dogo with a bottle of wine with a smile. As a result, the other party flew over with an axe, which scared him to jump aside.
"Hey hey, I'm not planning this, and I didn't really let you..."
Dogo glared at him, then grabbed the bottle, poured it down, and wiped his mouth.
"Damn it, the nose is full of the stinking smell of that stingy bitch... If you let me do this next time, we will break up!"
"Oh, it's not like that."
"She always put her feet on my face!"
“How many people want to eat but can’t eat it…”
"What?"
"No, let's go now, let's go quickly. The old madam discovered that she would definitely not let us go. I have seen many things like them, and turning against each other faster than turning over books. I guess they have been sharpening their knives with Victor's people."
"How did you calculate that Mandela will come at this time?"
"I asked someone to secretly write a protective rune on the guard wall. As long as they are not idiots, they can definitely be seen."
"It's so messy outside now. Do you know how to get there?"
"certainly."
Just as the two passed through the underground prison area of the arena, a voice suddenly stopped them.
"I'm a high Gothic language, human, etc."
Hearing this very unique cry, Rozim stopped and turned to look at the cage of darkness on the right, where a hand stretched out, looking quite strong but scarred.
Dogo, who was standing beside him, kicked him.
"Stop getting too much trouble, time is tight now! Don't make a mistake again after a while!"
"I'll test, wait, I can help you, save me, I'm a Space Marine."
"Space Marine!?"
Rozim walked over and took out his lighter.
With a click, one of the skin was slightly dark, but it looked a little simple, but half of the face had tattoos, dark eyes and dark hair, and a man with only a tattered animal leather coat on his body. His body was quite strong, and he could see the nerve interface, but he was wearing shackles on his neck and wrists.
"Brother! Brother!"
Seeing Rozim light up his lighter, the man who called himself a Space Marine hurried forward, dragged the chains, grabbed the railing and pressed his face on it, and said flatteringly:
"It's okay if you don't save it. Can you give one?"
"Oh, you are quite addicted to smoking. You are a Space Marine. Don't worry, Dog, it's not a minute or two."
As he said that, Rozim took out a cigar from his pocket.
"Look at you being locked up for a long time? You're all smelly, come on."
He carefully took the cigar handed over by Rozim, and when the lighter lit the cigar head, he took a deep breath in a hurry.
In an instant, the cigar was one-quarter missing, and the guy shivered, then his entire face relaxed and slowly exhaled thick white smoke.
"It's been a few fun~"
"Which group are you from?"
"The battle group? No, we... are in the whirlpool."
"Screaming Vortex? Does the Empire have this place?"
"Yes, it's still big."
"Maybe it's a place I don't know, why aren't you war teams?"
"As well...that's right."
"What's the name?"
When the cigar-sucking man heard this question, he hesitated for a brief moment, and then pretended to be relaxed and replied:
"Phantom...Knight."
"Phantom Knights? Well... I don't know much about the Empire Team, so how did you get caught here?"
"Don't mention it, a group of fucking undead didn't know what crazy they were going, so they shoveled our hometown. Everyone ran away to death. I and a dozen brothers wanted to find a place to settle down and summon everyone. But I didn't expect that the undead had just left for a while, and the spirit tribe came back again. I originally wanted to leave, but I couldn't let go of those people... The others were dead, so I was caught alive and sold here. Fortunately, I could beat them and I could always win. Those perverted spirit women who liked to make people lick their feet didn't kill me."