Under Yi Xia's gaze, the world lit up with flames.
Under countless whines and incomprehensible curses, the great witch tore the earth apart without comment.
Just like piercing a skin covered with abscesses, the deep darkness is instantly exposed to the same or perhaps not so gentle flame...
It was a dark existence that, in Yi Xia's opinion, was not a "high-quality prey".
It may be an outstanding existence in the dark life.
Maybe in some evil world, there will be an overlord who rules one side.
But at this moment, those external factors no longer matter.
Because - it deviates somewhat from the theme Yi Xia needs...
And from a certain perspective, a rather simple and crude comparison:
It does not belong to the Great Witch's fishhook, it will anchor to an individual...
Of course, once you meet someone, there is no reason to let them go.
The plump crabs that were caught in the fishing nets can be used as a side dish...
Under the helpless gaze of the other party, Yi Xia suddenly waved the witch flag towards him!
This is the first time that Yi Xia has launched an attack in such an area full of civilized buildings.
Perhaps it is difficult for other beings to see clearly the changes under the skin of these creatures.
But in the eyes of the great witch filled with endless fire, it can be seen that the essence of their lives has been completely distorted.
How can those chaotic disguises and those muddy deceptions escape the burning gaze of the Great Witch?
Then, a storm suddenly rose violently on the earth!
Those exquisite and elegant buildings, under the violent force, did not stagnate at all, like butter being wiped away by a hob.
In an instant, he merged into the manic sky!
The supreme scene of divine fire!
But in the end, it was destroyed by such excessive greed and chaotic stupidity!
If it hadn't been too late, Yenard Monli would have even wanted to add additional supplements and emphasis to the already divided consciousness.
As for revealing the location of that twisted existence to the other party?
No, the Prison of Dreams - Yenadmonli, will not face destruction with such a humble and weak attitude.
Now that the most likely escape route is cut off.
So……
In this gap of time, Yenadmonli could see the violent outline of the power of destruction outlined in the broken matter and flesh.
It closed its eyes slightly, as if preparing to face death in this manner.
But in the realm that is difficult to observe, the dark power that belongs to the prison of dreams - Yenadmonli has been activated to the extreme!
The soul that should have been deep and dark now ushered in its "glow" for the first time.
It was self-sacrifice in the most blasphemous manner...
Dream on!
Destroyer……
Even if you are as powerful as you, you should still bear witness to my... art...
The next moment, the world that was shattering in the fire and storm seemed to suddenly freeze!
Time seemed to stop completely at this moment.
Even the most violent particles calmly stopped at a certain moment.
And Qingtian's figure seemed to be completely frozen by this powerful force.
Yenadmonli takes on the form of some half-human, half-animal creature.
It has faded away the colorful lines on its face that were once filled with dark spells and dark oaths.
With the simplest gesture, he walked gracefully to the place with the deepest shadow.
Then, Yenard Monli stretched his arms...
It's like a hug, and like it's spreading its invisible wings...
And in the next moment, the power that burned out the dark essence of Yenadmonli was brutally and brutally torn into pieces!
"boom!"
The witch flags that completely touched the earth instantly stirred up countless towering "mountains"!
Looking at it from a more macroscopic perspective, one can see that the trends touched by the shaman flags instantly change into a certain convergent color.
There aren’t even many ferocious broken lines…
If you exclude the macroscopic color changes and the terrifying sound that can tear the eardrums of all living beings, everything seems to be the same as before...
Just look closer.
Even if it is just pulled into the atmosphere of this planet, everything will respond with the most real and violent response...
Yi Xia brought up the witchcraft banner. Under the witchcraft fire, the broken materials could not approach his body.
Similar to the power of dreams?
Yi Xia stared at somewhere above the earth.
There, there is the last remnant of a certain dark life that ran to the "center" where the shaman banner struck.
If those broken particles can still maintain the bond they once had...
It seems that the relevant resistance needs to be strengthened.
Yi Xia thought this way.
Just a nameless dark life actually affected him.
Then, Yi Xia cast her eyes filled with infinite fire into the world:
Those whining and cursing sounds had completely dissipated at this moment.
And even if Yi Xia is wreaking havoc in this world, the glory that originally protected this world has not appeared.
Maybe those surviving mortal beings would consider this an abandonment?
Yi Xia was naturally too lazy to pay attention to this.
Naturally, he has no interest in paying attention to a group of corrupted and twisted alien beings.
And it seems that the existence that really attracted Fishhook to this world is not here...
This dark life, which surprised Yi Xia, is the most powerful existence here.
Escaped?
The gaze of the great shaman penetrates the realm of this material world.
Where can a being anchored by a fishhook run to?
The power of Yazhen has locked onto the deep malice of the distant realm...
