It was a feast.

A feast of spirituality.

One end of the horizon is an army of illusion demons rushing like a tide of beasts.

Professionals gathered at the forefront of the defense line and protected the camp behind them. They were like a dam about to face the tide. After them, countless rays of light rushed out like meteor showers, rushing towards the coming tide of magical demons.

"【Twenty-five Styles·Hundred Lights】!"

"【Thirty-six Styles·Viol Explosion】!"

“【Forty-one Style·Bubble Mine】!”

"【Fifty-Nine Styles·Jiao Yan Reyuan】!"

A variety of spiritual techniques of attacks were used successively by a group of sorcerers, allowing ring arrays to appear on the wrists of sorcerers one after another, looking extremely gorgeous and brilliant.

For a moment, the coming army of illusion demons was ravaged.

Hundreds of lightning lights fell from the sky like lasers, raging in the group of illusion demons, bombing back and forth, causing roars.

Some ground exploded into a poisonous explosion, causing the highly toxic liquid to drip like a pouring rain.

Bubbles fell lightly and spread throughout the battlefield. Once touched, they immediately turned into terrible shock waves and exploded one after another.

Fountains with magma rose everywhere on the battlefield, bringing scorching fire, turning everything into a sea of ​​fire.

Faced with such offensives, the illusion demons completely became poor people who were tyrannical.

"【Thirty Styles·Burning Birds' Song】!"

Even An Zijin did not hesitate to use the strongest spiritual technique he had mastered at this moment, causing waves of high temperatures and rain of fire. While rubbing against the air, it made the sound of a hundred birds crying, and swept out and landed on the battlefield ahead.

Under this amazing offensive, except for a few of them who could respond, the rest of the attacking army of phantom demons was hit with a devastating blow without even being able to react.

Thunder and fire were roaring everywhere, and the poisonous rain screen also made the illusion demons burst out with burnt smoke as if they were splashed by sulfuric acid.

The violent roars of the illusion demons were replaced by screams and wails at this moment.

But the army of the illusion demons still rushed towards this side with fierce eyes and hideous faces. The crazy appearance was like a beast that had been hungry for many years. Now that he saw the food, he was no longer caring about it and began to go crazy regardless of everything.

"【Twenty-five Styles·Hundred Lights】!"

Seeing this, Su Ming, who was mixed in the group of sorcerers, was not hesitating to output his own spiritual power, just like An Zijin beside him and the rest of the sorcerers.

However, he used only twenty-five styles, low-level spiritual techniques. Even if he was squandering like this, his spiritual power continued to surge, which made Su Ming feel that he was not enjoying enough.

He wanted to let go of his hands and feet and directly output with all his strength.

He even wanted to use the only advanced spiritual technique he mastered, with eighty-eight styles that were earth-shaking and powerful——— [Transformation of Destiny].

If this technique is above many spiritual techniques and has already reached the peak of advanced spiritual techniques, and its power is close to the forbidden technique after the sequence ranking of 90, Su Ming is confident that all the illusion demons in front of him will be destroyed by himself in an instant.

But in that case, Su Ming will exhaust his spiritual power and fall completely, becoming an ant that others can control at will, and expose all his own details.

This made Su Ming unable to suppress the impulse in his heart and patiently continued to use the twenty-five styles to "scrape" the army of magic demons in front of him.

But the more patient he was, the more irritable he felt in his heart, as if his whole body was bound by something, which made the fluctuations of his spiritual power around him become a little disordered.

The rush of spiritual power was running in the body more violently.

His heartbeat was also accelerating, making Su Ming feel hot all over his body.

"What's going on?"

Su Ming noticed his own abnormality, was a little stunned, and felt more and more irritable.

"Brother Su Ming?"

An Zijin next to him seemed to notice Su Ming’s abnormality, and couldn’t help but turn his head and look at Su Ming.

Seeing this, An Zijin's heartbeat suddenly missed a beat.

Because, she saw it.

Seeing Su Ming's face, he was unexpectedly ferocious.

"Su...Brother Su Ming? What's wrong with you...!"

An Zijin was a little scared and spoke anxiously.

"Me?" Su Ming wiped the sweat that did not exist on his forehead as if he was awakened, shook his head and said, "I'm fine."

An Zijin didn't believe it at all.

Su Ming doesn't look like he is fine at all.

But just as An Zijin was about to lean towards Su Ming, she suddenly noticed something abnormal.

I saw that there seemed to be some pattern on Su Ming's forehead suddenly appeared and disappeared suddenly, which made An Zijin stunned.

"What is that?"

An Zijin thought about this and wanted to speak, but for some reason, she suddenly couldn't speak again.

Because An Zijin also felt her heartbeat faster and faster, and her heart became more and more irritable, which made her feel like she was not vomiting.

If An Zijin could see what she looked like at this moment, she would find that there were traces on her body that suddenly appeared and disappeared suddenly, flashing and as if disillusioned.

The difference is that An Zijin's patterns appear almost in every position on the whole body, while Su Ming only appears on his forehead, with a significantly different scale.

Of course, neither Su Ming nor An Zijin discovered this.

The two of them were just silent and irritated, and continued to release their spiritual skills to the battlefield ahead, as if they wanted to vent something, their techniques gradually became irritated.

Su Ming and An Zijin also did not notice this. With such catharsis and venting, their spiritual power fluctuations became more and more disordered, and the spiritual power in their bodies was also skyrocketing wildly.

Such anomalies will naturally not attract the attention of people around you.

"Hey, look at those two..."

"This is the time they have released their spiritual skills?"

"The range attack spiritual craft is more energy-consuming than ordinary spiritual crafts. Even if they use low-level spiritual crafts, they will be released continuously like this, and the spiritual power should be overwhelmed, right?"

"Who are they? Where are the senior three-star warlocks? Or are the hidden four-star warlocks?"

"No, look at their uniforms."

"Then they are clearly two students!"

"Are you a lie?"

"Just just a student, can you have such sufficient spiritual power?"

“Hell…”

The warlocks around them began to become stunned.

Even the few Samsung sorcerers who were regarded as kings by this line of defense were looking at each other, and their eyes became a little wrong when they looked at Su Ming and An Zijin.

However, Su Ming and An Zijin, who were in an abnormal state, were not aware of all this and were still releasing spiritual techniques like catharsis.

Just when the spiritual power fluctuations on both of them were so chaotic that they could lift up the airflow and blow away the surrounding warlocks, a strange phenomenon occurred.

"ah!"

A warlock screamed for no reason, bleeded all over his body, and fell directly to the ground, not knowing life and death.

"Swish!"

A dark shadow appeared behind the warlock, his hands were as sharp as a blade. After pulling one hand out of the fallen warlock, he immediately bathed in blood and pounced on the other party.

"Puff!"

With the sound of tearing, Youying bit off the warlock's neck with a bite, and began to suck blood with trembling all over.

"not good!"

"The Shadow Demon!"

"Everyone be careful of their own shadow!"

The screams and roars sounded, awakening the warlocks whose attention was attracted by Su Ming and An Zijin, and also awakening Su Ming and An Zijin.

"The Shadow Demon!"

Su Ming's expression also changed suddenly.

The shadow demon is a illusion demon that can act in a shadow, silently and silently like a ghost.

They cannot appear during the daytime, but once it is night, they will turn into the most terrifying assassins and start a tragic hunt.

When everyone focused on the army of illusion demons on the battlefield ahead, these silent ghosts actually sneaked over and appeared in the warlock's camp.

“Woo~~”

“Woo~~”

Like the howling black wind, one by one, the shadow demons appeared one after another from the shadows of warlocks and rushed towards everyone present.

"Puchi!" "Puchi!" "Puchi!"...

The sharp blade cut through the bodies of warlocks, instantly causing them to scream and burst into pieces.
To be continued...