The first thing that rushed towards Priss was thousands of long-range attacks of various grades.

When Pris saw the dense attacks, he felt his scalp tingling.

Although he could use the shield on his body to withstand these attacks.

But in the end it is likely to cause the eighth-level shield to be broken.

Before the new shield is formed, he will face the huge threat posed by the mysterious assassin.

So, Priss chose to escape.

Amid the barrage of attacks, Priss could only keep dodging.

Use the shield from time to time to resist one or two unavoidable skills.

Because there were many attacks from seventh-level summons, Priss was focused on dodging and didn't even have a chance to fight back.

"Without using [Mark], it will be difficult for a mid-level summon to hit a target even if it relies on numbers."

After observing for a while and collecting combat data, Annuo ordered the intermediate summons to cease fire.

Pope and a group of smaller seventh-level summons, who had been chasing after Priss, saw that their attack power had weakened, and immediately sped up to chase Priss.

Boom boom boom!

The dodging Priss was hit by five consecutive concentrated bullets fired by the Nether Hunter, three of which hit the shield!

Cracks instantly appeared on the magic shield.

"The attack power of the Nether Hunter is very strong. Each concentrated bullet is equivalent to a seventh-level skill!"

An Nuo glanced at the Nether Hunter who was preparing concentrated bombs again in front of him, nodded, and then shook his head.

“It just doesn’t last long!”

Nether Hunter looked back at An Nuo and asked doubtfully, "Master, are you calling me?"

An Nuo waved his hand and said, "It's okay, just continue!"

Although the Nether Hunter's normal attack is very powerful, its shortcomings are also reflected here.

This kind of normal attack consumes too much magic power.

In just a short period of time, the magic power of the Nether Hunter has dropped by a quarter.

Although the magic power of monsters is generally higher than that of humans, with 40,000 magic power at a time, the Nether Hunter can only use it about 50 times.

Continuous attacks consume even more energy.

On top of that, there is also an overclocking attack that consumes even more energy, allowing you to fire ten bursts in an instant.

However, using this trick will put a great strain on the Ghost Hunter's arms, and he will not be able to continue using overclocking for a short period of time.

Bang!

A meteor fell from the sky to the ground, stirring up circles of smoke and dust that continued to spread.

This was a flying seventh-level Warcraft birdman that kicked Priss down from above along with his shield.

whoosh whoosh whoosh!

A large group of seventh-level summons instantly rushed into the smoke and began to besiege Priss inside.

With so many attacks, cracks on Priss's shield continued to spread.

Bang!

Finally, the shield couldn't hold on and shattered.

“Go to hell!”

The birdman flicked his tongue, saliva scattered in the air, and fell from the sky in a knight kicking posture.

The sharp claws seemed to tear Priss below into pieces.

And around Priss, there were several summoned creatures attacking.

Priss, who was surrounded in the middle, had disheveled hair and looked extremely embarrassed.

But just as numerous attacks were coming, he suddenly raised his head, with a hint of madness in his eyes.

"Everyone, die! The eighth-level magic [Death Windmill]!"

While hiding in the magic shield and being chased, Priss had been preparing this large-scale lethal eighth-level magic.

Following Priss's roar, four huge "fan blades" about a hundred meters long appeared around him.

whoosh~!

The fan blades formed by the wind blades began to spin rapidly.

The seventh-level summons within the attack range were instantly affected.

The birdman, who had already rushed to within twenty meters of Priss, was instantly chopped into pieces.

In addition to Pope who used his turtle shell to block and was knocked hundreds of meters away, dozens of seventh-level summons were all chopped to pieces.

Spots of white light flickered around Priss.

The latter saw that the effect of [Windmill of Death] was significant, so he did not put away the magic, but continued to construct the magic circle with his staff.

"【Death Windmill】 modified, eighth-level magic 【Death Tornado】!"

When the last stroke of the magic pattern was completed, Priss raised his wand high, and his torn robe stained with his own blood rustled in the wind.

From Annuo's perspective, the [Windmill of Death] rotating around Priss accelerated again, its diameter continued to decrease, but its height was increasing.

In just half a minute, a tornado with a diameter of 50 meters and a height of about 300 meters was formed.

During this period, the summoned creature had no chance to rush forward.

Even the overclocked concentrated bullets shot by the Nether Hunter were shredded by the tornado.

Priss, who was in the center of the tornado, flew into the air, locked onto Anno's position, and immediately rushed over with the [Death Tornado].

The ground along the way was in ruins due to the [Death Tornado].

All the high hills and boulders were cut into dust.

"Master, it seems that we can't get in from above!"

The birdman with his tongue hanging out of his beak fell from the sky and reported the situation to Annuo with his cross-eyed eyes.

The birdman who was strangled by the [Windmill of Death] before was just a shadow.

Pope and a bunch of seventh-level summons have been chasing Priss's shield for so long, how could they not know what Priss was planning to do inside?

At the end it was basically the shadow that was chasing Priss.

While Priss was concentrating on preparing the magic circle and dodging the attacks and escaping, he did not notice that the summoned creatures chasing him had been replaced by a group of shadows.

Only Pop is his true form - he is confident in the defensive power of his shell and thinks that [Shadow Summoning] consumes too much magic power.

"To be able to cultivate to the eighth level, he must have some skills!"

An Nuo turned to look at the Nether Hunter and said, "Try that trick!"

Before becoming Anno's summoned creature, the Nether Hunter had fought with Anno.

It has a powerful move that should be able to interrupt [Death Tornado].

This time, An Nuo was verifying the strength of the summoned creature, so he did not plan to use [World Devouring Reincarnation].

"Yes, sir!"

The Ghost Hunter nodded and walked in front of Anno.

"Oh!"

The Nether Hunter roared, and a large number of vine-like tentacles immediately grew from his thick legs and drilled deep into the ground. The magic patterns on them kept flashing, and magic power was gathering towards his arms.

It was as if it was absorbing energy from underground.

Then it raised its right arm above its head and held the "branch" of its right arm with its left hand.

The next second, the magic patterns on the Nether Hunter's arms suddenly released a dazzling light.

A ping-pong-ball-sized concentrated white ball appeared in the center of the branch and then grew larger as it rose in height.

While the Nether Hunter was sweating profusely, the concentrated ball had turned into a large ball with a diameter of one meter.

And in front of the big ball, there is a magic circle constructed by magic power.

"Level 8, [Super Power Strike]!"

The big ball quickly passed through the magic circle and expanded into a ten-meter giant ball, dragging white light and crashing into the tornado like a comet.

Buzz~!

A flash of white light passed by.

A magical storm suddenly blew up in the Evil King's territory.

Anno quickly took back the mid-level summons, and then stood behind Pope with the high-level summons.

When the Nether Hunter used [Super Power Strike], Pop was already fiddling with its shell.

When the two eighth-level skills collided, Pop's turtle shell quickly enlarged and extended a water shield at the edge, forming a large defense area.

puff!

Because the distance was too close, Pope held on for half a minute before flying backwards with the turtle shell.

However, in the aftermath of this time, the summoned creatures showed their magical powers and basically did not suffer too much damage.

At this time, the area where the two skills collided turned into a desert-like scene.

The sky full of dust blocked all vision.

An Nuo narrowed his eyes and turned on [Perspective].

Then he saw Priss lying in the middle of the huge pit.