Chapter 811 Lin Huang with a Headache

10 seconds,

20 seconds,

30 seconds……

The white-faced man kept counting Long Yan's time silently in his heart, and his face became more and more ugly.

Just when Lin Huang and Black Charcoal spit out dragon flames, he actually thought about sacrificing one or two battle souls and forcibly rushing up to interrupt the spit of dragon flames directly. Because the coverage of Long Yan is unavoidable, there are only two ways to deal with this kind of attack, either interrupt it directly, or use defensive means to resist it.

But then he thought about it, Long Yan's breath has a time limit for the dragon blood species, as long as it can withstand these ten or twenty seconds, and the opponent will consume a lot of life energy, far exceeding his own defense consumption. If you fall into a war of attrition later, the situation will be greatly beneficial to yourself.

So, he chose to resist.

But after half a minute, the burning of Long Yan showed no sign of weakening.

The white-faced man clearly sensed that in addition to the two or three mutant war spirits, the defense layer of the other five war spirits had begun to have problems.

But he miscalculated. One minute passed, and the burning of Long Yan was still as strong as ever.

The white-faced man became a little anxious.

The defense layer of the five secondary mutant war spirits is already crumbling, and there is a possibility of disintegration at any time. Wearing the armor of the demigod, although it completely isolated the damage of Longyan, the continuous consumption of life energy by the armor also began to make him feel the pressure.

"It's been a minute..." The white-faced man looked at the battle spirits in front of him, only two or three mutated ones were still able to forcibly break through Longyan's coverage, but they went retrograde in Longyan, and the closer they got to Longyan The source of the dragon flame, the higher the destructive power and temperature, the more likely the consequence of forcibly breaking through is the destruction of the battle spirit. Thinking of this consequence, the white-faced man gritted his teeth and chose to continue to support him. "With Longyan's life energy consumed, I don't believe how long you can spray!"

1 minute 10 seconds,

1 minute 15 seconds,

1 minute 20 seconds...

The white-faced man continued to count the time silently in his heart. Every second that increased the number was a torment for him.

At 1 minute and 23 seconds, the defense layer of the first battle spirit finally disintegrated, and the battle spirit whose life energy was exhausted turned into nothingness in less than two seconds under the burning of dragon flames.

At 1 minute and 26 seconds, the second battle spirit defense layer also disintegrated...

1 minute and 32 seconds, the third turned into nothingness

1 minute 36 seconds, the fourth...

1 minute 42 seconds, the fifth...

The two undead species were unable to return to the sky even when their life energy was completely exhausted, and they were burned to the ground by Long Yan.

The last two or three mutant war spirits left, the defense layer also began to crumble...

The white-faced man himself has only one-third of his life left.

Successive decision-making mistakes in the battle cost the white-faced man a lot.

The Long Yan spit lasted for more than one minute and forty seconds, and until now the Long Yan still shows no sign of weakening. The shock and puzzlement brought to the white-faced person is far more shocking and puzzled than just seeing Lin Huang spit out the Long Yan from his mouth. even bigger.

But at this moment, the emotion that occupies the most in his heart is not shock or rejection, but regret.

He regretted not interrupting Lin Huang's Long Yan spit earlier, and regretted that he chose to fight against Lin Huang later. If these two decisions are correct, I may have some losses, but it is by no means as serious as it is now.

Seeing that the remaining two or three mutant war spirits were almost unable to hold on, the entanglement on the face of the white-faced man turned into a decisive gesture, and two palm-sized sculptures suddenly appeared in his hands.

Looking at the two sculptures in his hands, the white-faced man whispered to himself, "My lord, you have defiled your treasures. After returning, I will apologize with death."

When the voice fell, he held two sculptures in one hand and pressed them into his chest.

After a while, two figures appeared in front of him.

Those were two alien beasts, and the aura was so powerful that it even faintly overshadowed the two or three mutant beast souls.

A body similar to a cat, but the head is a skeleton-like grimace, the mouth is full of spike-like fangs, and the body behind the head is like a cheetah that has been magnified several times.

Another snake-headed monster, below the head is the shape of a hoofed animal, but it is covered with metallic scales. The four giant hooves are incomparably huge, comparable to a washbasin, I am afraid that most monsters can't stand the trampling of these iron hooves.

The two alien beasts that Lin Huang couldn't even name were standing in the sea of ​​dragon flames without any means of defense, and they didn't seem to have any discomfort at all.

"Interrupt Long Yan's spit!" After the white-faced man gave an order, the two alien beasts looked up at the sky and quickly locked the position of Lin Huang and Heitan above.

The two figures rose into the sky like shells out of their chambers, facing the waterfall-like dragon flames upstream.

The black dragon flames washed away the bodies of the two alien beasts with terrifying destructive power and high temperature, but the bodies of the two were not damaged at all, as if they were completely immune to the attacking effects of the dragon flames.

Lin Huang and Hei Tan naturally also noticed this scene. The area covered by Long Yan was like a large area for the two of them, and they could easily perceive everything that happened in it.

Including the white-faced man who took out the two sculptures just now, Lin Huang also saw it clearly.

"This guy actually has two figurines in his hands?!"

After seeing the white-faced man pressing the two god figurines into his chest, Lin Huang's expression became solemn. Sure enough, now as expected, the white-faced man integrated the battle spirit into the god figurine, and summoned two god figurine battle spirits.

As for the characteristics of the figurines, Lin Huang already knew something from the stele.

The integration of the war soul into the god figurine will not increase the combat power of the war soul, but it will allow the war soul to obtain a god-level body. The power below the level of the gods, let alone damaged, is impossible to leave traces of the thickness of a hair on the flesh. Such a battle spirit, physical defense is completely immune to the power under the gods.

This is why, these two battle spirits can resist the dragon flames without expending a single bit of life energy, and they can easily go upstream.

Seeing the two alien beasts rushing out of the dragon flames and rushing towards him and the black charcoal, Lin Huang drew his sword and stood up, and the black light that turned into a crescent moon with a slash slashed towards the two alien beasts. .

The two alien beasts roared furiously, and without escaping, they slammed towards the blade.

At the moment of impact, the sword light that was enough to kill the black gold realm powerhouse instantly disintegrated.

The two alien beasts jumped over the sword light without even being hindered in the slightest.

Lin Huang was ordered to cover the blade, dipping the entire blade into black, without triggering it. He jumped up from the back of the black charcoal and slashed towards the two alien beasts.

"boom!"

At the moment when the blade collided with the minions of the alien beast, a violent explosion sounded loudly.

There was a gust of wind in the void.

Lin Huang only felt that a powerful force came from the blade of the war sword, and the force of the shock was more than that of all the opponents he had encountered in his life. In just a moment of collision, the battle knife almost fell out of hand.

In the next instant, Lin Huang's body was shot backwards like a cannonball, and he slammed into the ground in the distance.

Of course, the two alien beasts are not completely all right. Although the two of them were physically strong and would not be broken, they were not immune to the impact of Lin Huang's sword force.

The black charcoal immediately stopped the breath of Long Yan, and a flapping of wings appeared above the deep pit smashed by Lin Huang, and looked at the bottom of the dusty pit with some concern.

"I'm fine."

Under the repair of the god-level regeneration ability, Lin Huang's broken arms were restored in the blink of an eye, and all the injuries caused by the shock were repaired.

He dodged and returned to Black Charcoal's back.

Losing the control of Long Yan, the white-faced man also returned to the air, and the two war spirits that had mutated three times had been taken back into his body by him. Although it didn't disintegrate, the life energy of the two battle souls was almost exhausted, and there was no way to fight any more.

One move shattered the opponent's seven battle spirits, and Lin Huang obviously won this round.

But seeing the two monsters that climbed up from the deep pit in the ground, shook off the dust from his body without any damage, and then appeared in front of the white-faced man, Lin Huang felt a bit of a headache.