After all, Ming Qianhe was well-informed, and he was the first to see the clues, and shouted nervously.
"Hmph! No matter how powerful they are, they are only a few dozen people! I don't believe how long they can last under the impact of nearly a thousand Warcraft legions!"
Ao Junxie shouted loudly and confidently. While saying this, he cast a contemptuous look at the dark gathering of Xie's disciples.
"As long as... those ancient warriors in black don't help the tyrants!"
Time passes by, and the Temple of Light is worthy of being the most powerful race in the world today. Even in the face of opponents dozens of times their size, they still firmly hold on to the territory in front of the altar.[
Although the army of warcraft has forced them to the altar of purple light, it is already extremely difficult to take another step forward.
boom!
In front of the altar, the great elder with long hair and shawl suddenly shook his arms again. This time, the light on the long jade staff changed again. In the blink of an eye, all the white-clothed temple guards were surrounded by the light of spiritual power again.
Changed to another cyan color.
"They... switched to full defense!"
Ming Qianhe looked at the two sides fighting fiercely in front of him for a long time before he finally came to his senses.
On the side, Aojun Xiejian frowned, watching the actions of the people in the Bright Temple in front of him motionlessly, and fell into deep contemplation. After a long time, his expression suddenly shook, he reacted, and said loudly:
"No! They are stalling for time, waiting..."
The long sword in Aojunxie's hand pointed at the altar where the dazzling purple light was flowing.
"The Holy King comes out of seclusion!"
As soon as Ao Junxie said these words, Ming Qianhe felt as if a thunderbolt had landed on his head. His whole body was shaken and he could hardly stand still.
That's right! Ao Junxie's guess made him suddenly understand! With the arrogance of the people in the temple, how could they switch from offense to defense? There was only one possibility: unless they were waiting for a more powerful force to arrive.
!
"Qing Kuang!"
When Ming Qianhe realized this, he subconsciously looked towards the woman sitting aside, stroking the strings in her hand.
Zheng!
A strong piano sound suddenly sounded, and soft and mysterious sound waves, like a call from the underworld, quickly flew towards the steps, where the thousands of warcraft legions were.
At the same time, as if she was taking risks and exerting effort, the body of the woman playing the piano also trembled unsteadily with the waves of evil power...
This kind of sound wave power is very familiar to Ming Qianhe and Ao Junxie. Just now, everyone at the end of the wild illusion has truly appreciated its power!
Just when the master and the disciples were exclaiming in shock, in an instant, the feet of all the Warcraft legions in front of them were filled with red light.
"The curse of storming!"[
Ao Junxie and Ming Qianhe almost exclaimed in unison!
Not only are the legions of Warcraft summoned by the sound of the piano, but they are also used to provide auxiliary abilities. This is an effect that only those who have mastered the art of controlling beasts to the extreme, like its founder, Evil Pluto, can achieve this effect!
But now, Qing Kuang used a mere human warrior with the body of a weak woman to forcefully inspire him. As a result, the last trace of confidence and pride in the hearts of all the guards of the Temple of Light on the steps were ruthlessly destroyed!