20 level 8 Holy Light spells?

Or is it compressed?

Wang Zheng suddenly realized something was wrong, and his heart skipped a beat!

Then, under the influence of mental energy fluctuations, the energy liquid overflowed, spilling a small portion onto his calves and the insteps...

Don't be fooled by the fact that this energy liquid looks like water; its true form is Holy Light!

Without any obstruction, the liquid holy light, containing immense life force, entered Wang Zheng's body the moment it came into contact with him.

"Hiss—Ugh, ahhh!!!~~~"

Wang Zheng suddenly began to writhe as if having a seizure. He felt a tremendous force surging wildly from his lower limbs, accompanied by the flow of blood, rushing straight to the top of his head.

At that moment, he felt as if his eyelids weighed a ton, and he couldn't control them from closing. But at the same time, his will was frantically issuing warnings.

"I can't sleep, I can't sleep, I can't sleep..."

At this moment, his head was severely congested with blood, turning bright red, and his once handsome face was now twisted into a pretzel.

In an effort to regain his senses, Wang Zheng bit his tongue until it bled.

Then, under the influence of holy light, it continuously recovers, is chewed up again, and recovers again...

He did want to recover quickly by self-harming, but he was still tightly gripping the pulsating ball of holy light with both hands.

If this isn't controlled properly and it explodes, I'm definitely going to faint today...

Fortunately, Wang Zheng's willpower remained strong; he held his hands out straight like a stabilizer, without moving an inch.

Even though his body was almost limp and completely out of control, he still managed to prevent the liquid inside from dripping onto him again.

At this moment, Chi Yun also showed great consideration, tilting forward slightly so that Wang Zheng could lean against the end of the cloud and get a little bit of support.

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

Wang Zheng was breathing heavily, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead like beans, sliding down his cheeks and neck, his eyes full of exhaustion.

However, compared to his previous confusion and dazed state, he now seemed much calmer than before.

After Wang Zheng finally felt that he had recovered a bit, he did not hesitate at all and threw the ball of light in his hand far away into the mist.

Then, he quickly maneuvered the crimson cloud into a large circle to dodge the demonic shadow's potential breath attack into the sky.

At the same time, he took out a dagger from his storage space and carved eighteen "handsome" characters on his arm, stroke by stroke.

This was the first time Wang Zheng had ever been so dismissive of his high defense.

The dagger, made of ordinary materials, couldn't even scratch his skin. If it hadn't been covered in spiritual energy, the dagger, made of ordinary iron, would probably have broken the moment it was stabbed.

The thought of enduring seven or eight level-eight Holy Light spells while his stamina was probably at full strength made Wang Zheng feel a little scared.

"It's a miracle that I can hold on and not get overwhelmed by the milk. I'm awesome!"

However, if you asked him to do it again, he definitely wouldn't dare. After all, it's too scary. He's going to faint from being breastfed all the time. Who could stand that?

Before Wang Zheng could catch his breath, he saw a total of 20 holy light orbs condense below, and after losing control, they fell crookedly into the air above the black mist.

Then, with a loud "boom," it shattered, and after sprinkling a few drops of iridescent energy liquid, it slowly dissipated.

Wang Zheng stared at the black mist below, watching it rapidly dissolve under the liquid holy light that resembled rain. He murmured, still somewhat shaken:

"The idea is good, the concept is great, but the specific operation seems to need improvement!"

In his imagination, the idea of ​​sitting atop a crimson cloud, holding a ball of holy light in one hand, and spreading his arms like a fire-fighting aircraft streaking across the black mist, had now been completely and permanently sealed away...

Just as Wang Zheng was casually casting Holy Light spells downwards, he was thinking about how to improve his control of the Holy Light so that it could cause as much damage as possible to the Heavenly Demon Black Mist.

At this time, the situation for the special forces on the ground was not very optimistic.

Apart from the two A-rank Awakened Ones who blocked most of the Shadow Demon's attacks and were in relatively good condition.

The other special forces members were already in a very sorry state.

The aftershocks of various attacks and the corrosive influence of the black mist left them exhausted and battered.

Moreover, since the healing-type awakened individuals had already voluntarily withdrawn, they now have no way to quickly recover from their injuries except by taking medicine themselves...