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In the sky, another red beam of light slowly disappeared.
Moore looked over there and said to himself:
"It seems Hunos was in charge of that direction... He was taken out so quickly. He's as unreliable as ever."
He shook his head and then looked ahead of him.
Boom, boom...
In the constantly surging earth, a dwarf was waving a greatsword in his hand, smashing all approaching attacks.
Moore Bai said helplessly:
"You just happen to be a user of earth magic. How unlucky."
Morbai has been preparing here for a long time. If it were any other strong man, as long as the other one was not much stronger than him, he would be confident that he could defeat the other party, but Eugene also used earth magic.
This means that many of your arrangements are completely ineffective and may even be exploited by the other party.
"Oh, what bad luck."
Morbai sighed again.
Then his eyes became serious.
"There's no other way. Let's compete with him in endurance."
After saying that, the magic power in his body rushed madly towards the ground around him.
Eugene, who was trapped in the center of the trap, immediately noticed that the intensity of the surrounding attacks had increased a lot.
“Tsk.”
He clicked his tongue.
"Is the other side serious? This won't work. They'll wear me down. I have to find him."
He raised his head, dodging the attacks while constantly searching for places where the enemy was suspected to be.
"Damn it, I can't tell which direction the other party is going."
"There's no other choice. I can only choose a random direction to break through!"
Eugene randomly chose a direction, swung his sword vigorously, and continued to break through in that direction...
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The biting cold wind kept blowing across the earth, and the land that was originally full of flowers and plants gradually turned into frozen soil.
"What's going on here? I'm freezing!"
As Sandrom stepped onto the frozen ground, he rubbed his hands and kept complaining.
"Um?"
At some point, he realized something.
He turned his head and looked in a certain direction.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The biting cold wind blew the white robe, making it rustle.
An ice magician dressed in pure white walked slowly towards him in the wind and snow.
Shandom looked at the figure solemnly, a drop of cold sweat dripping down his forehead.
"This is a bit difficult..."
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