The huge blue palm, together with the two thick arms, swept across the ground like a heavy plow, sweeping away the stumbling undead with claws and teeth.
The silent swordsman waved the three-foot green blade in his hand, like a blue butterfly struggling to dance in the storm, killing the strange birds that pounced one after another.
There was also a certain nobleman under the moon who was usually the most particular about his appearance. He also released his true form and turned into a giant wolf with bat wings, gliding around like a ghost and tearing apart all the monsters that came close to them.
The Druid High Priest of the Dark Council witnessed all this.
"remarkably brave."
He made a brief comment - for wizards who have not yet reached the registration level, it is already rare for a great wizard to give such a comment.
"But the strength is not enough."
As he spoke, the Druid High Priest raised his head, and his slightly stooped figure suddenly became much larger. He stretched out his skinny claws and grabbed directly at the group of young wizards who were fighting the undead: "That's it...
…That’s it for now.”
Not far away, Professor Yao's three heads all looked at the Archdruid. His eyes were as solid as his eyes, and his voice was cold: "You bully the small with the big... you have crossed the line."
What answered him was the strange laughter of the great lich Linchi Keke.
"Crossing the line?"
The great lich opened its arms, and a gray-white breath surged out from under its command like a waterfall. Just like its voice, it rolled and roared on this chaotic battlefield:
"When we touched the forbidden curse, we started to cross the line; when we broke into the black prison, we crossed the line again... We have already crossed the line so many times, what does it matter if we cross it a few more times?"
The gray-white breath fell into the stumbling sea of the undead below. The originally weak undead were strengthened visibly to the naked eye. Sharp bone spurs appeared around their bodies, their bones became thicker, their bone fragments became thicker, and the souls in their empty eye sockets
The fire changed from gray to light yellow in the violent jump, and many mutated undead even appeared, such as the undead knight riding the corpse of a wild boar, the undead assassin with bat wings, and so on.
Zhang Jixin, Dylan and others, who were still relatively comfortable at first, suddenly became overwhelmed. After repelling the undead knights, another undead assassin quietly approached. The hunters who were apologetic had to retreat continuously, and soon retreated to the shallow place.
In the pit.
And the skinny claws stretched out by the Druid High Priest had already reached their heads, like a thick black cloud, pressing down heavily.
Professor Yao stretched out an arm in an attempt to protect the young wizards.
"Your opponent is us."
A soft yet sharp voice pierced the great wizard's soul. Angla Feier, who was born in the ghost tribe, blocked Professor Yao's outstretched arm. The huge soul power was like a quagmire, restraining all the efforts of the great wizard.
At the same time, Druid High Priest Sekebo, Arch Lich Lin Chi and Magic Assassin Batko all started to attack the troubled Dean of Jiuyou Academy from all sides.
Sekebo and Lin Chi can use their strength to deal with the young wizards who are like fleas. Professor Yao needs to go all out to face the siege of three great wizards and a top magic assassin. Naturally, there is no spare power to protect Zheng Zheng.
Qing et al.
Just when the huge claws fell from the sky, the professor's eyes were about to burst, and the young wizards struggled to hold on.
A sigh suddenly sounded:
"They are still children and should not be involved in this matter."
A gray 'big snake' suddenly appeared in the sky above the shallow pit, circling and surrounding, holding up a layer of light gray barrier, blocking the giant claw:
"They already have enough courage. As long as they are given more time, they will have a chance to prove their strength to us... just like we proved ourselves in the Black Prison."
This time, Zheng Qing finally saw clearly that the 'big snake' jumped out from under the big cloak that the Rat Immortal was wearing behind him - it was not a 'big snake', it was clearly just a huge rat tail.
Zhila!
The skinny claws clawed hard at the gray barrier that suddenly appeared, and the harsh feeling seemed to penetrate into the heart of everyone who heard the sound. Zheng Qing felt as if hundreds of insects were biting the itchy flesh at the tip of his heart.
It gave him a strange trembling feeling.
It was only then that he recovered from the Archdruid's surprise attack and took a sudden breath.
The performance of the other hunters in the Forgiveness Hunting Team was no better than that of the young public-funded students. In the shallow pit, everyone was stiff and motionless, fearing that if even a speck of dust fell, the aura above their heads would descend together and kill them all.
Crushed to death.
Only the black cat remained somewhat natural in the face of this terrifying aura.
"It will scare children."
It muttered and complained, shook the beard at the corner of its mouth, and flicked its tail. There was no trace of worry on its face, but Zheng Qing could still read a bit of uneasiness in its tone.
The giant claw faced off against the gray barrier for a moment.
The Druid High Priest looked at the Mouse Immortal sternly, and then looked at the pure-blood Migo behind the Mouse Immortal who was much quieter and was playing with the little witch, and his eyes became a little deeper:
"Remember your promise!"
The Rat Immortal was silent for a moment.
Then he turned back and glanced at the young wizards, with a trace of guilt on his face: "I'm sorry... I can only do this... I can't..."
While muttering, the rat tail that was originally hovering over the shallow pit suddenly retracted, and correspondingly, the gray barrier covering the young wizards also suddenly disappeared.
This time, there is no obstacle under the giant claws.
The black cat sighed heavily, opened its mouth, spit out a small scroll, and threw it to Zheng Qing's hand. A thought was roughly thrust into Zheng Qing's head, making him dizzy:
"Tear it open in a moment...you will definitely know when."
"You can figure out how to deal with the trouble later."
"Next time, don't involve me in such a mess!
"Gan!"
Before Zheng Qing came to his senses, the black cat turned into a bolt of black lightning and shot out of the shallow pit, heading towards the Druid High Priest not far away.
Maybe it's because of the temptation to capture several young wizards; maybe it's because of the druids' natural affinity for animals; maybe it's just the confidence of being a great wizard.
In short, for various reasons, Archdruid Sebok did not immediately dodge the black cat's attack, nor did he make an appropriate response immediately.
Then the black cat slapped the great wizard of the Dark Council.
"Damn you!"
It roared angrily, its small body suddenly swelled, and instantly turned into a pale black ball of light - the deep light seemed to take away the color of the entire world in an instant, and the sky was filled with strange lights, like the Holy Spirit.
It is so powerful that even a thousand suns cannot compete with it.
On the battlefield, the eyes of all the great wizards were attracted.