Chapter Six Hundred and Seventy Seventh Magic Ball

Chapter 677 Magic Ball

The Nether Phoenix can travel through darkness and shadows. A simple attack cannot effectively contact this creature that can travel through shadows.

However, the vortex summoned by the flame phoenix avoided this point, ignoring all other means. Relying only on the turbulent magic power, all the flames and darkness were sucked into the vortex of this magic power.

Even the darkness was sucked into this terrifying vortex of magic power. At this time, the Nether Phoenix, even with the ability to travel through shadows, could not escape the black hole-like suction of this vortex.

Seeing that the opponent was trapped by the vortex, the flame phoenix tried its best to stimulate the suction of the vortex. The invisible suction was like a black hole, gradually swallowing the long river of darkness.

Like a tug-of-war, the Nether Phoenix and the long river of darkness that it summoned were pulled closer by the black hole bit by bit and swallowed up by the black hole bit by bit.

George didn't say a word, his eyes gleamed, quietly watching the scene in front of him. "But that's exactly what I want."

The flame phoenix attack method is really good. Compared with the changes in the method, it is naturally far inferior to the ghost phoenix controlled by George.

But in the competition of magic power and consumption, the flame phoenix that has been catalyzed too far is far more than the ghost phoenix catalyzed from the dead phoenix egg.

Once the competition is exhausted, relying on the surging magic power, the flame phoenix has the upper hand.

The only problem is that its opponents are not just the natural enemies in front of them.

As the battle between the Nether Phoenix and the Flame Phoenix spread, George and Anna had retreated beyond the cliffs of the Snow Mountain.

On the edge of the cliff, there was an extended ice bridge. George and Anna stood beside the bridge, quietly looking at the two phoenixes stalemate on both sides of the vortex.

George took out a slender wand from his body, and with a tap of his finger, he attached the spell after another to the wand.

"Broken Armor,"

"Sharp,"

"Sturdy,"

"God walks,"

"track.".....

One after another, the spell was forcibly added to the little wand.

The small wand was covered with all kinds of spells, and the whole wand suddenly became like a powder keg filled with explosives, and the whole was about to explode.

After he couldn't add any more spells, and looked at the wall, George popped his wand.

Like a sharp arrow, the wand stabbed straight onto the mountain wall. With a rustling sound, it drilled into the mountain wall and drilled all the way down the rock.

The flame phoenix and the ghost phoenix are still facing each other, and the huge magic vortex is pulling the things on the mountain into it.

The magic vortex is indestructible, and nothing is indestructible. The strong gravitational force sucks the rocks and snow on the mountain into the boundless flames and darkness, crushing and annihilating.

At this time, the sharp arrow that the magic wand turned into had dug into the foot of the flame phoenix like a pangolin that shuttled through the ground.

Before the flame phoenix could react, the magic wand drilled out of the ground had already penetrated into its body like a sharp arrow.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The spell attached to the wand kept bursting in its body. In an instant, the flame phoenix was completely swallowed up by the flames. The spewing flames wrapped it into a huge fireball.

"Hey!"

At the same time, the Nether Phoenix suddenly disappeared with a long cry.

In another flash, it had appeared behind the flames.

The Nether Phoenix stretched out its sharp claws, spread its wings, and clasped it tightly on the flame phoenix. With this ball of fire, it plunged into the turbulent and violent whirlpool of magic power.

The surging power was swallowed into the invincible magic vortex. For a moment, the entire violent vortex was like a void that had lost its color. The vortex of darkness and flames, like a collapsing crack in space.

The snow that was pulled by the suction of the magic vortex was like a rope that suddenly lost its traction. Like a short-line kite, it rustled down from the sky, splendidly.

The mountain has returned to its original state, and the entire mountain has turned back to an inaccessible Jedi, unbelievably quiet.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Inhaled the magic vortex of excessive energy,

It can no longer be swallowed, and a huge change has taken place instead.

The vortex of magic power, swallowing clouds, turned into a ball of red and black, brilliance twisted. The diameter of the ball is about ten meters, and the whole body is shining brightly.

The ball was moving and still, beating like a heart, and a terrifying storm seemed to be bred in the beating and twisted space.

"Don't let it burst open."

Seeing this scene, George understood that he couldn't let this magic ball burst open. Otherwise, the entire Gang Rinpoche would be bombed in two, and the residents at the foot of the mountain would surely die.

From the edge of the cliff, he flew under the twisted and oscillating ball.

He took out his wand and chanted a spell. His magic is like a rope, like a thin thread. The magic rope and thin thread, like a creeper, spread from the periphery of the sphere toward the center.

Those magic ropes are like invisible tentacles, like the most brilliant performers, like the most exquisite masseuses.

The tentacles of magic power repeatedly beat on the twisted sphere, and the invisible power of shock gently oscillates the magic power in the twisted space, gently channeling the surging and majestic magic power.

The majestic magic power is like a dynamite storehouse that is about to explode, just like a flash flood that is about to vent. It only needs a breakthrough to immediately erupt with terrifying destructive power.

The ball moved and still, constantly twisted, and the terrifying power accumulated within the ball. The huge impact merged within the sphere. It seems that a giant hand is rubbing and pulling the elastic ball, and it seems that life is bred in the ball, and it seems that a monster is about to break out of its shell.

At this moment, George was like the most cunning hunter, using a bait to induce the life and death of the two huge teams inside the sphere.

The magic power of the ghost phoenix and the flame phoenix, in the twisted sphere, is like cold water and boiling oil, like ice and snow and flames.

Two completely different forces, like natural enemies, attract and kill each other. Two powerful magic powers are constantly intertwined and collided with each other.

After the magic power collided, they disintegrated each other, and under the impetus of endless backup magic power, they reconvened and started a fierce fight again.

George manipulates the tentacles of magic, like the most brilliant tinker, the most sophisticated manipulator. The tentacles of magic are like the most brilliant rescue team and the most biased referee.

Wherever there is a fight, the tentacles of magic power will rush to watch and take advantage of the fire. Where there is no fight, the tentacles of magic power go to add fuel to the fight and provoke a fight. Wherever it went too far, the tentacles of the magic power ran to evacuate again, preventing the magic power from leaving the sphere.

The tentacles of magic are like the wooden hammer that hits the gopher, and the wooden board that repairs the holes.