Chapter 885 Retreat

Chapter 885: Retreat

More than a dozen titled wizards surrounded the 200-300-meter range to cast spells, and they had to dodge constantly. The 200-300-meter range was just two steps for this huge ancestor spirit that was 150 meters tall.

The unlucky guy who was crushed to death at the beginning was an example. No one dared to let this ancestor spirit get close to the 100-meter range. At this distance, even if this ancestor spirit was a spirit body, its body was too large and its reaction was not so flexible, it was enough to suffer a fatal threat. If it was caught, it would be a dead end.

Endless fire spears, ice spears, boulders, and wind wheels, whistling like a torrent, constantly washed over the ancestor spirit, and the ancestor spirit also gave up dealing with Lin Yun's alchemy puppet army and focused on dealing with the siege of these dozen titled wizards.

Meteorites fell one by one, turning into a meteorite rain covering an area of ​​hundreds of meters. The ancestor spirit would even reach out and grab a meteorite, and smash it at the besieging wizard like throwing a small stone.

When those meteorites fell, you could still see obvious trajectories, but the meteorites thrown by this ancestor spirit could only see a residual image. After the meteorites flew out, they instantly broke through the sound barrier, and a large wave of air exploded, making a terrifying tiger roar and whimper.

A fifth-level titled magician who was more than a hundred meters away would never have thought that this ancestor spirit would grab the seven or eight-meter-long meteorite in his hand and throw it out like a small stone.

The terrifying speed rushed to him in the blink of an eye. The seven or eight-meter-long meteorite hit him at a speed that broke through the sound barrier, and the power it carried far exceeded the limit that a fire meteorite could release.

This seemingly ordinary throw gave the fire meteorite the power of a ninth-level sword master, and the changes it brought were more terrifying than a seventh-level spell.

At the moment of contact, the frost shield and rune shield in front of the mage were deformed by the huge force, and finally exploded. Then the meteorite, which was deformed and covered with cracks due to the huge force, hit the mage head-on.

Boom...

With a loud bang, the meteorite with a diameter of seven or eight meters exploded, and the mage's body was blown into pieces...

Instant kill...

And this is not over yet. The ancestor spirit suddenly erupted and killed two mages in seconds. The defense spells of those mages seemed to be useless and could not resist this simple and crude attack method at all.

Faced with this crude and terrifying attack method, no one dared to stand still and cast spells. Everyone was constantly moving.

Half a minute later, Defoe, who had been standing far away, unknowingly became the closest to the ancestor spirit. Among the dozen or so titled wizards, only Defoe was a ninth-level titled wizard.

Defoe only thought about how to destroy this ancestor spirit. He went all out when attacking. Now that the ancestor spirit had killed two mages in a second, the other mages were basically fighting quickly, and the strength of the attack instantly became much weaker.

The combined strength of the attack of a group of people was not as great as the magic damage of Defoe alone, which angered the orc ancestor spirit.

The ancestor spirit, which had originally just counterattacked these mages indiscriminately, immediately shifted its attention to Defoe.

The flaming meteorites rained down like rain, and the ancestor spirit stretched out a hand and slapped a flaming meteorite that was falling rapidly.

In an instant, a visible shock wave exploded where the ancestor spirit's big hand touched the flaming meteorite. The shock wave swept across the ground, and in an instant,

the earth trembled violently, and a huge crack stretching more than 100 meters appeared on the surface.

The flaming meteorite was forcibly turned around and rushed to the front of Defoe in an instant. Behind the meteorite, a terrifying white wave stretching more than 100 meters broke out, and the sound of thunder was endless.

Defoe had been prepared for this move of the ancestor spirit, but he didn't expect that this time he didn't catch it and throw it out, but hit it directly.

In an instant, Defoe's hair almost exploded. Without thinking, he released the rune shield, elemental shield, magic shield, and even threw out a scale-like magic weapon.

This magic weapon was like dragon scales, but there were some strange patterns attached to it. As this magic weapon was thrown out by Defoe, the terrifying abyss aura burst out from the scales.

The abyss aura instantly condensed into a huge and ferocious black dragon head, which collided fiercely with the meteorite.

The speed of this flaming meteorite was terrifying, and the impact force it brought was comparable to a full-strength attack of a level nine sword master, not to mention the power of the meteorite itself.

The magic weapon forged from the dragon scales of the Abyss Evil Dragon that Defoe threw out was a defensive magic weapon that could be stopped by anything other than extraordinary power.

The abyss aura on the scales was released, and the thick black smoke transformed into the head of a hideous Abyss Evil Dragon, biting fiercely on the flaming meteorite.

One after another, terrifying shock waves condensed into ripples with flashing lightning and swept around continuously. The force of the collision was too strong, forcibly emptying the air, and even causing the elemental power in the air to be released, producing a complex change.

The flaming meteorite exploded in the mouth of the Abyss Evil Dragon, and suddenly, the flames flew, the light was dazzling, and the head of the Abyss Evil Dragon transformed by the black smoke was instantly blown off by more than half.

Defoe looked pale and breathed a sigh of relief. If he hadn't had such a magic weapon specifically for defense, he would have been seriously injured if he hadn't died.

Before Defoe could exhale completely, the huge ancestor spirit in the distance waved its other hand again and slapped a rapidly falling flaming meteorite again.

Boom...

In an instant, a white air wave appeared in the air, and the flaming meteorite hit Defoe's defensive magic weapon in the blink of an eye.

The head of the Abyss Evil Dragon transformed by the defensive magic weapon had just been blown to pieces, and before it had time to condense again, the scales of the Abyss Evil Dragon were hit head-on by the flaming meteorite with terrible power.

Endless black smoke erupted from the scales of the Abyss Evil Dragon, and the strange patterns on the scales also bloomed with deep light.

But the next moment, those lights with strong evil meanings and the black air that erupted like a volcanic eruption were all blown up by the flaming meteorite with a terrifying distance.

Bang...

With a loud bang, the scales of the Abyss Evil Dragon exploded into pieces, but the fire meteorite, which was already covered with dense cracks, hardly slowed down and still crashed towards Defoe.

Defoe's face was pale, and his magic power burst out with all his strength. He wanted to dodge to the side, and even released a triple frost shock stored in his staff.

The white frost shock hit the meteorite, and the triple frost shock had almost no effect.

Defoe only dodged a distance of six or seven meters...

You know, this huge fire meteorite has a diameter of more than seven meters!

The fire meteorite brushed past Defoe and just touched Defoe's shield. With just a slight friction, the runes flowing on Defoe's rune shield all bloomed with dazzling brilliance, as if blooming the last light.

Instantly, it was torn apart...

After the flaming meteorite passed by, the more terrifying thing was still to come. The huge force of the flaming meteorite was not only the flaming meteorite itself, but also the power around the flaming meteorite was equally terrifying.

Those invisible impacts hit Defoe fiercely, and the elemental arc outside Defoe was instantly torn apart, and the last magic shield was also torn apart in the next moment...

Defoe's body seemed to be hit by a behemoth head-on, and he flew backwards spitting blood.

Flying in the air, Defoe forcedly condensed a shield to resist the last remaining force...

Flying in the air, Defoe's face was pale, and his eyes were full of fear. After the flaming meteorite passed by him, it hit the surface a thousand meters away. The horrible explosion, regardless of friend or foe, destroyed everything within a radius of dozens of meters, leaving no fragments behind.

And that's not all. Defoe clearly felt that when the orc ancestor cast a spell, he began to focus on him. The indiscriminate suppression of the fire meteor shower also focused a lot on him.

Even now, he caught another meteor and threw it at him.

The third fire meteorite that flew almost instantly was avoided by Defoe using the flying spell, but he was not going to continue fighting here.

The strength of this orc ancestor was terrifying. He had no extraordinary power, but it completely surpassed the strength that a titled wizard should have.

After calming down a little, cold sweat began to drip down Defoe's forehead. At this time, he realized that he was the strongest among those who dealt with this orc ancestor, and he was the one with the strongest offensive force. He attacked this orc ancestor almost desperately.

It would be strange if the orc ancestor spirit didn't notice him now...

Immediately, Defoe began to retreat quietly, and the strength of his attack was instantly reduced by more than half. He wanted to fight for credit and take more credit, but this did not mean that he wanted to fight with this terrible orc ancestor spirit. Life is only once, and if it falls, there will be nothing.

Damn it, if I fall or get seriously injured, the power of the Black Tower will be completely given to Helen, and Mafa Merlin will be able to continue to live freely. No, I must retreat, I don't care about this orc ancestor spirit...

Thinking of this, Defoe wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and retreated decisively.

But just as Defoe began to retreat, the orc ancestor spirit took a step to catch up, and the force of the attack suddenly increased. Two eight-meter-diameter flaming meteorites were thrown by the orc ancestor spirit and smashed towards Defoe...

Defoe's face changed completely, and he dodged in a hurry, but was still affected by the power of the flaming meteorites. His shield was torn apart again, and his robes lit up, but dimmed in an instant. Cracks appeared on his robes, and his body was torn by the airflow like a blade, and blood was dripping...

(To be continued) [ ]. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. )