Nathers rolled aside, avoiding the decapitation knife. Then he stabbed an axe and released the power that withered.

The magic inside Rekton's body was suppressed, and his huge body fell to the ground, but the red anger burning in his eyes was still fierce.

He yelled and stood up again, a pillar of fire rose from under his feet. Rekton screamed wildly, as if thrown into the core of the sun, the gold-plated armor melted into golden droplets, and the hard scales curled.

He was both painful and angry, but the strong desire for revenge blocked the pain. He took off his armor and jumped up, spinning around in the air, and slashed heavily in the crescent knife and axe in his hand.

Nathers narrowed his eyes and looked up at Rekton's figure. His huge body covered the sky and the sword and axe in his hand were like the shadow of a solar eclipse, splitting the sunlight and landing on the center line of his head.

He knew that he could not stop this attack. Years passed, Nathers exiled himself to the yellow sand, and Rekton also committed himself to the darkness. Both of them were not as strong as before. He couldn't help but recall the stop in the Nash Lame fire, which was at the peak of their strength, and Rekton was not as stubborn as he is now.

Nathers dodged the attack, and Rekton slashed the ground, shaking a large piece of sand, blocking between the two. Just as Nathers retreated, Rekton broke through the sand and rushed forward. The sword and axe were only one horse away from Nathers' eyes. He could reach the pain when the wind cuts the skin, which was very, very close to the Ascenator.

Nathers was unable to defend, and his cheek was deeply cut open by this knife. Rekton failed to evacuate with one blow, but was hit hard by Nathers, breaking several ribs.

This ruthless force stopped Rekton, a pain he had never known for hundreds of years. His body shaking, as if he was experiencing intermittent memories again, countless triumphs and deaths, and those past events that had long been buried in history.

"Reckton, what are you hesitating about? Kill this coward who locks us into the ground!" But at this moment, the voice of the whisperer brought his will back to the silent darkness like a mausoleum.

Rekton's eyes were blinded by the darkness, and he remembered that he still had blood that had not yet shed and hatred that had not yet been extinguished. He only saw the face of the wolfdog that had struck him into the dark tomb. The hatred and anger made him burn in anger and his whole body was boiling.

"My brother, how can I wake you up."

Seeing that something was wrong, Nethers held the battle axe in both hands, and the sapphire at the top drank the sunlight, slashing at Rekton with all his strength. Rekton lifted the knife and axe to resist, but his weapon was knocked away. But then his tail swept away and knocked Nethers' battle axe out of his hand.

He rushed towards the source of his pain and torture, and the two collided with energy that destroyed the world. A magical shock wave exploded, and the desert opened a huge wave with the two of them as the center.

Rekton wrestled with Nathers with his arms, and the battle evolved into a close-fitting melee. The two fought together, Rekton opened his bloody mouth and bit Nathers' shoulders. Nathers looked up and let out a painful roar at the sun, and his knees hit Rekton's waist and abdomen...

The witch spirit laughed wildly, whistling out of the ruins of the ancient city, and came to the sky above the battlefield, like a ball of white fire.

He never thought of making any side better. No matter who defeats whom, he would definitely suffer spiritual torture. Then he took action and turned the Ascenator into something that only exists in legends, enjoying the immortal divine nature.

Then, Zeras turned his attention to Reitz.

The cold gaze immediately made Ryz feel pressured. The last opponent he met was his disciple he picked up from the North Arctic Ice Field. He was so dull and weak, but because of a world rune, he fell into a powerful spirit of flame and rage, similar to Zelas's in front of him.

"Mortal. You should feel honored to be the first person I have been imprisoned for tens of millions of years." Zelas's eyes were like torch, and his tongue of fire surged around his eyes, constantly escaping like a firefly.

After he turned into a witch spirit, he was jointly locked up in the imperial tomb by Nathers and Recton. Strictly speaking, if the catastrophe of death in the whole city was attributed to his actions when humans were taken, he had not used the power of ascension he had obtained to kill anyone himself.

"It's as simple as crushing you to crush an ant, but I'll give you a chance to escape - as long as you can escape from the scope of this city, I'll let you live." Zelas's body burned brighter in the sun, as bright as the sky.

Ryz looked around and immediately realized that Zelas' promise was a trap. It was noon, and the sun was scorching, and the marble slabs on the dam around the city were burning with sunlight. It didn't take long to hear the scorched sizzling sound.

Obviously, Zelas's purpose was to induce him to step on these hot stone slabs and torture his body. Because he was worried that he would destroy Ryze with every move, so that he would not be able to experience the pleasure of torture.

"If you want to fight, fight, don't talk nonsense." The inscription on Ryz's skin lit up, and his eyes were also occupied by the light of the arcane, making him look even more strange, who was already weird.

"It's not good." Zelas snorted coldly.

A burning wind blew around Wu Ling. The heat in the air was enough to soften human flesh into slurry and turn bones and blood into ashes. The burning wind blew on Ryze's skin, and the sand under his feet immediately melted into shiny glass, reflecting a gorgeous light in the sunlight.

Ryze should have been dissolved into particles that are even more subtle than sand, but now his body has not suffered substantial damage except for being a little hot.

The magical power he absorbed was twisted and stretched out his lifespan and was used by him to strengthen his body. But more importantly, the weight he carried that day made the heat of Shurima seem insignificant.

Rez raised his hand and gestured, as if rubbing a ball of clay.

A faint sound rang out in the air, and the tone continued and harmonious. The magic power between heaven and earth turned into mist and coiled between his fingers, then gathered into an arcane ball, curled up in his hand and boiled, constantly flowing through his palms, as if he was about to escape at any time.

Rez did not try to keep the arcane spell ball and immediately threw it at Zeras who was in mid-air.

"Do you know this little trick?" Zelas did not dodge, but stretched out a finger and created a crackling lightning. The lightning struck the magic ball and annihilated it in the air without any effort.

Then Zelas's chest generated arcane fire, turning into a series of dazzling comets, and shot towards Ryze.
Chapter completed!