A warm current rushed up from his heart, and the next moment the scene in front of Camus' eyes changed. His consciousness stagnated and went blank for a short time, and he could see nothing but messy colorful lights.

I don’t know how much time had passed before the scene appeared before my eyes again.

Camus found himself as if he were in a concrete river of time, surrounded by endless brilliant stars, making him feel so insignificant.

Camus closed his eyes and took his senses tightly into his body to avoid being lost in this endless river of time.

"A way to stop it, a way to stop it..." He did not forget his purpose, and looked for a possible solution in the long river of time.

He kept repeating to himself, and he didn't know how much time had passed, maybe a second, or maybe an epoch. Camus suddenly opened his eyes, stretched out his hand with trembling hands, and touched a dim star in the endless galaxy. When he touched the dim star, a crisp cracking sound suddenly rang out in his consciousness, and the scene in front of him was spinning.

A dazzling white light bloomed before his eyes. His eyes hurt for a moment and he could not see anything. When his vision returned, Camus had returned to reality.

Although an unknown amount of time had passed in the long river of time, in reality it was just a flash of thought, not even a second.

Although he has been separated from the long river of time, Camus still bears traces of the passage of time. In his perception, the whole world seems to have become more real and clear.

Without thinking about anything else, Camus' eyes flashed with a gleam of light, and he found it!

The next moment, Camus suddenly jumped up like a cheetah, his figure constantly flashing on the huge blood-red barrier, ding ding ding, ding ding ding...

Crisp sounds continued to be heard on the blood-colored barrier, and tiny cracks slowly connected together to form spider-web-like cracks.

What?

The Blood Mist High Priest looked at the cracks that suddenly appeared on the blood-colored barrier in shock, and the power in his body that was being poured into the magic circle almost became chaotic.

How could he possibly fully understand every magic node on the barrier?

! !

At this moment, a sharp whistling sound was heard, and Camus stopped at the only surface without cracks, and the rapier in his hand was swirled by the whirling wind and stabbed down.

Snap! Ping!

The blood-colored barrier turned into blood-colored spots of light and shattered. "Puff..." Because the blood-colored barrier was broken, the Blood Mist High Priest suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and his face became even paler.

After shattering the huge blood-colored barrier, Camus did not stop at all and quickly rushed towards the Blood Mist High Priest in the center of the magic circle.

In order to stop the magic circle from continuing, the Blood Mist High Priest who is the supply source must be killed first.

whoosh!

Camus was in front of the Blood Mist High Priest in an instant like an arrow, with the wind whistling around him. He was just a little bit short, just a little more time and the magic circle would be successful!

Seeing the cold look in the eyes of the figure that appeared in front of him, a trace of blood light flashed in the eyes of the Blood Mist High Priest, and he began to chant a strange spell in a low voice. Then a faint blood light appeared on his body surface, and a tall translucent figure gradually appeared behind him...

'Wind Chant: Sky Soaring and Blue Breaking' This time, Camus used his most powerful killing move without any reservation.

As he groaned, strong winds that could easily tear apart ordinary people gathered on his body, and the vast and abundant magic power poured into the rapier in his hand. With the infusion of powerful magic power, the sword body of "Wandering Wind", which was close to the quality of a holy object, began to burst out with elemental storms. In the violent storm, the surrounding space seemed to be torn apart.

Bang!

There was a loud explosion.

Camus suddenly flew across several meters and appeared above the head of the Blood Mist High Priest. The strong wind behind him gathered into a pair of huge wind wings, almost covering the sky. The violent storm continued to tear cracks in space.

break!

Frost seemed to appear on his face, and the hurricane-like rapier in Camus's hand seemed to slowly pierce towards the Blood Mist High Priest under him.

Snap!

The faint blood light shattered in an instant, and the Blood Mist High Priest seemed to have turned into a mummy at this moment. All the blood in his body gathered behind him and condensed into a tall, blurry figure.

Feeling the rapier stabbing violently in front of him, the Blood Mist High Priest's arms glowed with blood and he slowly met the sword. At the same time, the shadow behind him also stretched out his arms like him and rushed towards Camus.

boom!

! !

A violent airflow exploded between the two people. Under the violent hurricane wrapped around the sword, the blood light on the arms of the Blood Mist High Priest only blocked it for a few seconds before being torn apart by the strong wind. The hurricane swept over his body fiercely, tearing his blood robe into pieces, and blood marks appeared on the dry skin on his body, as if the whole person was about to be torn apart.

The shadow behind him, which was formed by almost consuming all his blood and energy, merely dispersed some of the strong wind gathered on Camus' body and turned into blood-colored spots of light floating in the air.

No!

No!

No!

Almost there!

Why!

"For the great God of Blood Mist!"

At the moment when he was about to be torn apart by the storm, a look of unwillingness and madness flashed in the eyes of the Blood Mist High Priest, and he shouted loudly.

Bang!

The storm completely submerged his figure, a blood mist exploded in the hurricane, and then there was no sound.

After a while, the strong wind that swept across the open space slowly dissipated, and the huge wind wings behind Camus slowly brought him to the ground, "Ahem...

It’s finally over…” Standing on the messy and broken ground, watching the magic circle formed by the blood on the ground slowly dim, Camus breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand to disperse the huge wind wings behind him and the strong wind wrapped around his body.

When the strong wind died down, he felt dizzy and every cell in his body felt a tingling sensation. At the same time, a force radiated from his heart, sending a boiling heat flow to all parts of his body, sending waves of madness to his brain.

"I have consumed a lot of my strength, and the ancient blood in my body can't be suppressed for much longer. It seems I have to return to the elves as soon as possible..." "Damn it!

This time the loss is huge!"

"Ah..." With a sigh, Camus put the elven rapier in his hand, which had become ordinary again, into the wide scabbard at his waist, glanced at the messy environment around him, and swung out a whirlwind again.

Whoosh~ The wind whistled past, completely disrupting the remaining magical and elemental fluctuations here, but the circle of trees that were originally left on the periphery were also broken down.

Camus checked again to make sure that no one would be able to detect any trace of the Ancient Blood from the remaining chaotic fluctuations here.

Turning around, Camus resumed his lazy and casual look, with the rapier hanging diagonally at his waist.

"The kid from the Hanfeng family should be almost done now. Let him know so I can go back to the elves directly."

With a somewhat helpless sigh, he took steps towards Kovag. Although it looked like he was taking a walk, his figure flickered and moved in the breeze, and he appeared several meters away with just one step.

Behind him, the originally dense forest had completely turned into a devastated plain, as if it had been hit by a natural disaster.

From the east, a ray of light shines over...