Spencer curled up in the rubble, writhing in pain.
The holy light and dark magic clashed and annihilated wildly at the wound, and the aura weakened at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Obviously suffered a fatal blow!
"Spence!"
Warwick roared in shock and anger, and finally tore apart the giant lava pillar in front of him, but it was too late!
Looking at Spence's miserable appearance, a hint of weighing the pros and cons flashed in its golden wolf eyes.
Is it Bao Sibin? Or is it Bao the master of the skeleton at the core of the ritual?
The answer is self-evident!
"waste!"
Warwick cursed, without even a second's hesitation.
It didn't even look at Spin, and the black and white gradient figure suddenly turned around and pounced on the Seraphim again!
At the same time, it let out a sharp wolf howl that pierced the soul!
"Skeleton Lord! Wake up! Devour these ants!!"
It is trying to awaken the Skeleton Lord's deeper chaotic will, making it completely violent and attack indiscriminately!
That is the chaotic consciousness condensed from the extremely resentful souls of thousands of humans who were tortured to death. As long as it replaces the self-consciousness of the Fallen Corruption Dragon, it should still be able to fight against the descending Seraph.
As for the Fallen Corrupted Dragon, at the moment when the condensed beam of light from the Seraph hit Spence, it seemed that the pure holy light once again stimulated its origin!
The dark golden flame in its eye sockets suddenly went out for a moment, and was then replaced by a deeper and more violent pure darkness!
"roar--!!!"
This time, the roar was no longer an impact on the soul level, but a terrifying storm wrapped in infinite dark magic and actual sound waves!
Its huge tailbone swept across violently, cutting a nearby altar in half!
The atmosphere of chaos and destruction swept across the entire venue like a tsunami!
The light-forged armor of the Seraphim "Ruby" flickered violently under the Skeleton Lord's unreserved explosion of darkness.
She had to temporarily withdraw her attack on Spence, holding the giant sword across her body to block the destructive dark dragon breath and shock wave!
The battlefield suddenly became more chaotic due to Spencer's severe injury and the Skeleton Lord's complete loss of control!
At the edge of the island, Mark endured the excruciating pain of his spirit being torn apart and the weakness of his magic power being depleted.
Looking at the Asian dragon Spin Campbell who was rolling in pain in the ruins, his breath plummeting, and his defense almost collapsed, there was no mercy in his eyes, only cold determination.
The cross necklace in his hand once again lit up with a faint but incomparably firm seven-colored black light.
"It's time to wrap up, Spence. I'll take you to see your brother now!" Mark's voice was low, like the sentence of death.
"Xiaomu, take me there!"
Xiaomu's four pairs of wings burst out with amazing power, carrying Mark like an arrow and shooting towards Spin Campbell who was writhing in pain in the ruins of the altar.
The air was filled with the smell of bone meal, burning, and Spence's foul dragon's blood.
"roar--!"
The dying Spin let out a roar mixed with pain and rage. He obviously knew that Mark came forward not to save him.
It ignored the terrifying charred hole in its jaw and the madly conflicting light and dark magic within its body.
The left claw swung out violently, with a sharp scream that tore through the air, and wrapped in dark magic, it grabbed the flying Mark!
However, Xiao Mu's speed was far beyond the imagination of the seriously injured Spence.
The pink eyes flashed, and the Star Wings adjusted slightly, allowing Mark to slide sideways and avoid the attack at the critical moment.
At the same time, two tough tentacles lashed Spencer's wrist joints with his bone claws like whips!
“Crack!”
A teeth-grinding sound of bones cracking was heard, and the trajectory of Spencer's claw attack, which had already been severely injured by the Seraph, instantly deviated, passing by Mark's holy light shield, leaving only a few violent ripples and harsh friction sounds on it.
Another tentacle accurately pierced into Spin's mouth as he tried to spit out the remaining dragon breath, interrupting his spell and only spewing out a cloud of black smoke mixed with fragments of internal organs.
"It's no use struggling, Spin Canberra."
Mark's voice was cold, and it reached Spencer's ears clearly amid the roar of the energy storm.
He hovered above the side of the faucet, which was the size of Spin's washbasin. The cross necklace hung in front of his chest, flashing a faint rainbow-colored black light. He looked at it as if he was examining a tool that was about to be scrapped.
Spencer's scarlet vertical pupils shrank due to severe pain and extreme anger, and he stared at Mark.
The wound in its lower jaw that was pierced by the Seraph continued to ooze out charred, sticky blood and tiny glimmers of scattered holy light as it gasped for breath.
It seemed to have accepted its fate and given up its futile resistance, its huge body twitching slightly in the ruins.
"Ahem... despicable thief... do you think... you won?"
Spencer's voice was like a broken bellows, thick with the smell of blood and bitter sarcasm. "Look at the weapons you wield... Look at the magic you unleash! Are you... any different... from us? You're just jumping from one cage... into another!"
It opened its broken mouth, revealing a hideous and twisted smile. The cross mark on its lower jaw was even more glaring against the edge of the charred wound.
"The Holy Light Church... The Star-Moon Church... Those high and mighty... the running dogs of false gods... They won't tolerate... any 'heretics'!"
"You... like us in the Enlightenment Society... will all be... the target of... liquidation! Today it's me... tomorrow... it'll be you! You will eventually understand... that only by embracing... the true 'truth'... and joining the Enlightenment Society... is... the only way..."
Spencer's words were interrupted by a violent coughing fit, and more black blood gushed out.
But the sarcasm and determination in its eyes remained unchanged, as if it was stating a prophecy that was about to come true.
Mark had a blank expression on his face, but a hint of coldness flashed across the depths of his eyes.
The villain either dies because he talks too much, or talks too much before he dies.
No matter how much I say, I'm just unwilling to give up.
He said no more words, and with his right hand, he pulled out a scroll emitting soft holy light from the gap in the starlight. It was a standard mid-level holy light healing scroll.
In Spin's gaze, which was a mixture of doubt, contempt, and a hint of "as expected", Mark tore open the scroll without hesitation!
Buzz!
A holy light magic full of vitality surged out and turned into a soft stream of holy white light, precisely enveloping Spencer and his surroundings!
“Ugh—!!!”
The expected treatment did not happen!
When the holy light magic power representing "healing" touched Spin's wound, it poured into his body and attached to his already shattered internal organs.
The effect of [Profane Brand] was instantly detonated by this external "healing" energy!
The violent magic curse effect exploded!
The cross brand on Spencer's jaw was like a red-hot iron being pressed into the wound again!
The light and dark magic that was already in fierce conflict completely got out of control!
The remaining purifying holy light of the Seraph was like being poured with boiling oil, suddenly surging and madly burning Spence's flesh and soul.
The dark magic in its body was like an enraged poisonous snake, biting back madly and tearing away its last bit of life!
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