After a lot of effort, Powell finally led his men to the edge of the magic circle.
Then, they saw the pure white light curtain.
"Fighting skills, sword light breaks!"
Powell charged up his skills and slashed the rusty iron sword out of his hand.
A silver sword light struck the light curtain with a sharp sound of breaking through the air.
"Bang!"
The light curtain swayed with layers of ripples, like mirror flowers and water moon.
However, it still stood there, unwavering.
Powell was slightly dazed and couldn't believe what he saw in front of him.
The attack from the dignified ninth-level expert had no effect.
Powell stepped forward and stretched out his hand to touch the light curtain.
Suddenly, an extreme coldness ran down his fingertips, and he quickly retracted his hand.
From here, you can see Chris and the others outside, but there seems to be a chasm between them, preventing them from joining together.
The Holy Knights who came over launched attacks one after another, but the situation was not much better.
Even with the combined strength of a hundred people, they couldn't break through the light curtain in front of them.
Fortunately, the surrounding blizzard has slowed down a lot, and the energy of the magic circle has obviously been consumed.
"Deputy Captain, we seem to be trapped here, what should we do?" an eighth-level knight asked anxiously.
Powell could only comfort him by saying: "Believe me, there will be a way."
They can attack continuously until the energy of the magic circle is exhausted.
But if that's the case, it will also be a heavy burden on one's own fighting spirit.
When the people from the Black Dragon Palace emerge from the darkness, how much fighting power will the Glory Mission still have?
At this time, Powell suddenly saw Chris outside pointing to a certain position on the light screen and speaking.
It's just that the sound is blocked and nothing can be heard.
Powell watched it several times before he knew what Chris was talking about through his mouth movements.
"Attack this place with forbidden spells."
Powell chose to believe Chris. He held the hilt of the sword with both hands and immediately gathered strength.
"Forbidden curse, the sky will be broken with thousands of blades!"
The sharp sword energy erupted outwards, even the space was split, and Powell's cloak flew back, dotting a little red in the ice and snow.
Dense sword energy surrounded him, and at a glance, there were thousands of them at least.
"Go!" Powell pointed the rusty iron sword forward, and all the sword energy was directed towards the place where Chris just pointed.
Of course, Chris wasn't idle either, he quickly transformed into a dragon form.
"Forbidden curse, the flaming sun and the waning moon break!"
Thick flames shone all around, and dazzling sunlight sprayed down from the sky, converging with it and turning into a small sun.
Then, the red-gold sun fire emerged from it and melted into Long Xiao's sword.
Chris swung the dragon's roar horizontally, shooting out a sword light that was compressed to only two or three meters long. The dazzling brilliance pierced people's eyes.
The two attacks were all concentrated on one point, but they were carried out from two angles, inside and outside.
All the holy knights cast their gazes over and subconsciously clenched their fists.
"Come on."
"It must be broken."
It can be clearly seen that the white light curtain is shaking violently, causing the entire magic circle to tremble together.
Powell and Chris activated their respective forbidden spells to the extreme, causing the nearby space to crack.
Finally, due to their unremitting efforts, the light curtain flashed several times and then disappeared.
Chris heard a "clicking" crackling sound in his ears, which was so subtle that you couldn't even notice it unless you listened carefully.
The blizzard in the magic circle stopped, but the temperature could not recover for a while.
"Phew, I'm finally saved."
"I'm freezing to death."
The holy knights trapped in the magic circle all breathed a long sigh of relief. Their eyebrows and hair were covered with thick ice residue, and they looked a bit like old people with white hair.
The two sides came together to keep warm.
Chris reminded: "We must be careful. The Black Dragon Palace's methods are too weird. If you are not careful, you will fall into their trap."
"I know, thanks to you this time." Powell said.
The Black Dragon Palace used a splicing monster to attract them all. He was really careless.
In fact, Powell also had the idea of looking for clues from the wild boar, so he let his men pursue it.
I just didn't expect that the pig was so fast. Hundreds of knights chased it, but they couldn't stop it.
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Just when everyone in the Glory Mission was about to take a breath, another change occurred.
A large amount of black air rose from the ground beneath our feet, covering a very wide area, covering a radius of more than ten kilometers at an extremely fast speed.
The surroundings suddenly became gray, and nothing could be seen beyond three meters.
The black gas is colorless and odorless, and has no other function besides blocking the line of sight.
Chris originally thought that it would be poisonous, but the keen sense of the magic warrior made him realize that the black mist was not poisonous.
He tensed up and maintained a high degree of vigilance. The Black Dragon Palace must be doing something.
"What the hell is this."
"I can't see anything." The voices of the holy knights sounded a little panicked.
Chris immediately asked Reimu to enhance his vision, barely extending his sight to more than ten meters away.
A bad feeling arose in his heart, and the hair on his body stood up.
At this moment, screams came from the outermost part of the team.
"No, there is an ambush!" Powell ordered loudly, "All the knights obey the order, and the three of them form a small team, back to back to deal with the surrounding attacks."
Since their line of sight was blocked, they could only resort to this stupid method.
Someone else made a voice: "It's a splicing of monsters, there are many of them!"
Hearing the noise, Chris flapped his wings and flew into the air to see if he would be affected in the sky.
But as he flew continuously for thousands of meters, the black mist not only did not become thinner, but instead became thicker and thicker.
At that moment, Chris lowered his figure and prepared to join the battle.
"Jie Jie Jie, I was originally thinking about how to lure you out, but I didn't expect you to take the initiative to come out and die." Suddenly, a sinister laughter was heard in my ears.
Chris looked around and saw a figure wrapped in a black robe floating about seven or eight meters to the right.
The man only showed one face, which was pale and wore light white goggles in front of his eyes. His chin was pointed and very similar to an awl, and a purple-black vortex emitted from his whole body.
What surprised Chris even more was that judging from the opponent's aura, he turned out to be a ninth-level low-level black magician.
"You are indeed a little different." Seeing Chris discovering himself, the ninth-level black magician looked surprised.
Normal people cannot see more than four meters in the mist formation, even the ninth-level high-ranking experts are no exception.
Only if you wear specially crafted magic props will you not be affected.