Despair is like a thick dark cloud, pressing heavily on everyone's heart, making people breathless.
The mages of the Holy City widened their eyes and looked at everything in front of them with horror. They didn't even know what kind of terrifying magic this was.
In their eyes, so many powerful people from the Holy City, those majestic and arrogant existences on weekdays, were destroyed in an instant.
The magic tools on these powerful men are not priceless, and the ones are not carefully selected and can save lives at critical moments.
However, at this moment, in front of this magic dragon that emerged from nowhere, it seemed so fragile, like a pile of vulnerable broken copper and iron.
The most important thing is that this magic dragon is clearly composed of magic, but the momentum and power it shows is like a real real dragon descending into the world.
The imperial power exudes on it makes people shudder. As long as it moves gently, the whole world will tremble.
It not only has the majesty of the emperor, but also has the power of destruction like an imperial dragon.
I saw it waving its huge claws, and just swept it casually, it was like a strong wind passing by. Everything was ruthlessly destroyed wherever it went.
"Ao roar~~~~!!!"
The roar of the dragon resounded through the sky, like rolling thunder, causing people's eardrums to hurt.
Although this horrifying scene made everyone sad and desperate, the killing is far from over.
Immediately afterwards, the Black Dragon Soul began a new round of breathing.
The fiery dragon breath, like a huge pillar of flame, ejected forward with the momentum of destruction.
The mage legions that originally wanted to stop Mo Fan had to turn their attention to this Black Dragon Emperor at this moment.
They were filled with fear, but they had to bite the bullet and meet them.
They knew very well that if they could not withstand the attack of this black dragon, the holy city would be in a state of doom.
However, facing such a strong opponent, how likely will they win?
Everyone's heart was filled with despair and helplessness, but he had to muster up the courage to carry out this battle with almost no hope for the survival of the Holy City
When the black dragon slaughtered the Holy City mages who were like fragments in its eyes like the god of death, the power of destruction brewing by Mo Fan was also quietly taking shape.
In the sky, the already gloomy and depressing dark clouds were burned to pieces under the influence of the hot and terrifying power.
The charred clouds were like being licked by the flames in the furnace of hell, emitting a terrifying atmosphere.
As the black flames continue to gather, these seemingly illusory energies begin to take physical forms.
The black flames rolled and surged like life.
The reflection of the holy city, which had become blurred due to the fierce battle, has undergone even more amazing changes at this moment.
It completely turned into a huge black land, completely covering the entire holy city!
However, this black land is by no means a place for any creature to live in, it exudes a pure breath of destruction.
The black land was filled with rolling black flames and a strong and hot breath, just like the entrance to hell, and any creature close to it would be swallowed up by this power of destruction.
On this black land, there is no sign of life, only the destruction of slurry! ! !
"Bang!!!"
When the Black Dragon Soul was slaughtering the Holy City Mage to the fullest, despair enveloped everyone's hearts like haze, a deafening explosion suddenly broke out in the deep pit formed by Uli's fall.
The sound came from the depths of the ground, carrying a heart-pounding force, instantly breaking the dead silence on the battlefield. "Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
All the wind power seemed to be summoned by some powerful force, and instantly gathered towards the location where the person who rushed out of the ground was.
I saw that the person there was not the Uli who was knocked down before.
He did not fall. At this time, he stood in the center of the strong wind. His sixteen wings whistled in the wind, and his body was surrounded by the rich magic of wind. Under his control, the storm swept towards the soul of the black dragon like a wrathful dragon.
The sudden appearance of Uli was like lighting a bright light in the darkness, giving many Holy City mages hope.
Especially when he saw Wu Lie take action, many people's desire to survive, which had already sunk to the bottom of the valley suddenly rose to a higher level, and a glimmer of hope was rekindled in their eyes, as if they had seen the possibility of turning the situation around.
"Swish!" However, at the moment when hope arose in everyone's hearts, a rapid light flashed away, so fast that it was almost impossible to capture.
Immediately afterwards, a dull sound of "puff" came, which was a sound that penetrated the body, which was creepy.
Everyone widened his eyes and looked in the direction of the sound. He soon saw the shocking scene. The sixteen-winged Archangel Uli, who had just ignited hope for them, trembled suddenly at the moment the sound was heard, with an incredible expression on his face, and then fell down again.
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This time, his fall seemed extremely heavy, obviously losing all his support, like a heavy stone, falling straight down.
"Dong"
Uli's body slammed heavily on the ground, making a dull sound.
Immediately afterwards, a violent roar sounded, and the ground was shaking violently, as if a strong earthquake had occurred, dust was flying and gravel splashed everywhere.
This time, Uli completely passed away.
Mo Fan naturally knew that Uli had not really died before, because his soul had not been absorbed by the soul of the Azure Dragon.
But this time, Uli's breath of life completely dissipated and there was no longer any vitality.
His passing instantly shattered the hope that the Holy City mages had just ignited, and despair once again surged into their hearts like a tide, and the situation on the battlefield became even more serious. "Here, die!!!"
But at the same time, Midarren, who had been immersed for a long time, finally took action. With the fall of the archangels of this generation, Midarren finally completed the link with this city!
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That is the power of ice, the strongest ice-attribute magic power known to Mo Fan.
Is it a holy city or has some background?
Unfortunately he completed all the preludes, Mo Fan naturally also completed his destruction!
(This chapter ends)