Nan Tong slowly floated up from the shallow sea again.
He landed on the shore, holding his staff tightly in both hands, his brows furrowed.
Not far from him, the Hebrew and Holy Egyptian gods were still fighting.
The goddess of hunting had stood up by now, but her strength was not increased much.
Moreover, the gods of Holy Egypt are already at a disadvantage.
Nan Tong just glanced at the goddess of hunting. No matter what, he had now completed the task given to him by the Holy Pharaoh.
Now, all we have to do is continue to find ways to delay the other party.
And his opponent, the mysterious witch in black robe and red hat, was now standing on a damp reef not far away.
A strange purple-red mist lingered around her.
The witch's face was pale and her eyes were shining with a strange light.
Her voice came lightly from a distance: "Is this the power of the star magician?"
"Not bad, at least he can barely compete with me."
"What a rare opponent."
Nan Tong heard this but did not respond.
He simply inserted his staff straight into the beach, closed his eyes, and continued to gather his magic power.
After a while, the surrounding air gradually became hot, and the sand on the beach seemed to come alive, gathering together to form a spiral rising sand column.
"Holy Sandstorm!"
There were red sparks around the sand column. As the spell progressed, the sparks became more and more intense, and finally condensed into a violent sandstorm, rushing towards the witch.
However, the witch did not seem flustered.
"Oh! Here it comes! Here it comes again!"
A ray of purple-red light suddenly appeared on her staff.
Then, a barrier filled with witchcraft energy appeared in front of her.
The moment the sandstorm collided with the barrier, a shrill scream was heard, and the sand grains seemed to be dissolved, losing their original sharpness and turning into countless dust in the air.
A hint of surprise flashed across Nan Tong's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.
He had noticed by now that the opponent's witchcraft seemed to be able to restrain his own desert magic.
Therefore, he was always suppressed by the opponent, and his spells seemed a little weak.
Then he turned his staff, causing the sand beneath his feet to begin to rise.
The spear made of sand and dust quickly broke out of the ground and stabbed towards the witch.
The Thorn of Holy Sand!
"Hmph, a mere trifle." The witch sneered and slammed the staff in her hand into the ground.
Afterwards, the sea water under her feet began to ripple, and then a light blue wave spread out.
“Boom!”
A wave of water rushed in front of the witch and immediately turned the sand spears into soft sand again.
"It seems that the magic of Holy Egypt is indeed weaker than the sea and witchcraft, old man."
The witch took a step forward and lightly hooked her finger. The sea water rose up automatically and turned into a water snake.
The water snake rolled towards Nan Tong, as if it wanted to swallow him alive.
Nan Tong quickly summoned a wall of sand and dust, trying to block the water snake's attack.
But the mixture of sand and water only stayed in the air for a short time before being dispersed by the water snake.
No, the power of the desert is too weak here!
There is not enough sand and dust, and summoning sand and dust requires excess mana.
The most important thing is that the opponent's spell is of the type that can restrain yours!
Nan Tong took several steps back and after he stood still, he took a deep breath and raised his staff again.
"Tens of thousands of dust particles gather into me!"
"bring it on!"
A fierce sandstorm spread out with him as the center, and then the sand and dust swirled and attacked the witch.
The witch raised her staff high and summoned several purple-red, tentacle-like energy columns.
The tentacles twisted and turned in the air, quickly pounced on the sandstorm and entangled with it.
The originally unstoppable fire storm gradually faded under the entanglement of the tentacles, and finally turned into wisps of flying dust, floating in the air and falling into the sea.
Then, disappeared.
Sweat broke out on Nan Tong's forehead. He understood that the witch's spells were not ordinary. This girl could at least be considered to have reached the level of a star magician.
Every attack of Nan Tong was accurately resolved by the opponent. His desert magic was already limited in such a humid environment.
But the other party can easily resolve it time and time again.
"Come on, let me see your sand and dust technique again."
"Oh? You haven't run out of magic power, have you, old man?"
The witch's smile contained a hint of mockery, and at this moment, she snapped her fingers behind her.
"Come here and give this old man a good bath. I don't have time to play with him."
Some soldiers walked towards Nan Tong, with water droplets surrounding them.
It’s the alchemy unit of water element!
Obviously, this force can also restrain Nantong's sandstorm power.
They lined up neatly, marched in unison, and headed straight for Nantong.
Nan Tong quickly retreated and continued to perform sand and dust magic.
"Holy Desert Hand!"
A sand barrier was erected in front of him, causing the ground to begin to shake. A giant hand made of sand rose from the ground, trying to intercept the alchemy soldiers.
However, those soldiers were extremely agile. They waved their arms and released high-pressure water jets.
In an instant, the giant hand of sand and dust completely disappeared.
And those soldiers continued to advance towards Nan Tong step by step.
Nan Tong clenched his teeth and kept changing the rhythm of the spell with the staff in his hand.
But he knew very well that there was no chance of winning by a head-on confrontation and he had to consider other methods.
At this time, Nan Tong calmed down. He quickly scanned the surrounding environment and found that he was at the edge of the shallow sea.
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