The light is drawn in instead of outward. Although it lacks the minimum momentum, this is the most original and direct holy light. It is completely contained within the body of the great priest, strengthening himself.
It seemed that the surrounding light was suddenly distorted. The high priest and Douglas seemed to jump up at the same time, and then quickly separated. However, the speed of both parties was too fast. To most orcs, this change seemed to be completely different.
An illusion, an illusion that never happened.
A huge thunderous roar suddenly arose, the sky shattered, and the ground collapsed!
There was no flash, not even the sparks that should have been produced by the collision of the weapons, but I felt that the dim sky suddenly dimmed, and then shined brightly in an instant. This kind of visual trance seemed to suddenly appear in the dark night.
There was a huge lightning bolt.
Before this feeling could completely dissipate, the ground beneath the feet of the High Priest and Douglas was flying into pieces. At the same time, it was not just the ground that was affected, but all the buildings in front of and behind them collapsed in an instant, leaving dust everywhere.
The rocks were flying, as if the end of the world was coming at this moment.
The swordsmen and soldiers on both sides of the war were originally far enough away from them, but it turned out that this distance was by no means a safe distance, and they were still affected.
Around them, the orcs who were fighting fiercely and killing each other, whether they were Kent warriors or temple swordsmen, immediately became wool in the hurricane. In the aftermath of the huge shock, their bodies were completely out of control, and in an instant they
It flew off the ground. Before its body could fly to the highest point, it had been completely destroyed by the sudden burst of fighting spirit. It was like tofu dregs crushed by a chariot, turning into the tiniest dregs.
The orcs a little further away also let out painful wails at the same time, and like weeds in the strong wind, they fell outward in a radial pattern with Douglas and the high priest as the core.
Although neither the high priest nor Douglas touched the surrounding orcs, the heavily armored warriors and elite temple swordsmen flew backwards like toys pushed over by angry children. When they fell,
Their bodies and armors had been scattered all over the ground. Blood rained from the sky and muscle fragments fell one after another, dyeing the ground red.
The orcs on the entire battlefield were shocked by the earth-shattering confrontation. In order to avoid being affected, they all involuntarily retreated away from the two of them.
After retreating dozens of steps, the murderous aura and fighting spirit were no longer so strong, and these elite warriors finally stood still in shock.
The radius of more than 20 steps with the two people as the core has become a ruin, and all living things approaching have been ruthlessly destroyed. Such a powerful combat power has exceeded the limits of mortal creatures, let alone any mortal.
It's something that living things can withstand. Even a giant dragon would be deeply shocked by this fight that was as fast as lightning and as powerful as thunder!
This level of competition is not something that any warrior can intervene in. Even watching becomes very dangerous!
The high priest and Douglas kept their original postures, standing there and looking at each other.
The blood rain from the sky was falling on them one after another. Whether it was the white priest's robe of the high priest or the gray leather armor of Douglas, they were all stained red by the broken flesh and blood, like demons emerging from the sea of blood in hell.
The murderous aura is thrilling!
The high priest slightly raised the short wooden stick in his hand, and his restrained momentum made him as deep and silent as a vast ocean.
Douglas holds the Ziying sword in his hand, which is still as steady and heavy as a mountain. Moreover, it is an active volcano that is erupting, spewing magma that can melt everything and destroy everything.
The two people stepped forward almost at the same time, but their steps were extremely slow and heavy, like a moving mountain or a silent sea!
The high priest and Douglas approached each other step by step, walking very slowly without any pause. Every time they took a step, the ground under their feet would tremble slightly, but the distance he moved forward with each step was not even the slightest bit.
Not bad, as if it was measured with a ruler.
Douglas looked directly at the high priest, and the high priest looked at him. Even the most powerful warrior was not worth scanning with the corner of their eyes!
At this moment, the High Priest and Douglas had become the only moving creatures on the battlefield. The other warriors were looking at them in fear, waiting for the outcome of their battle.
This kind of battle between top powerhouses is simply not something they can participate in, and their battle will completely change the final outcome of this war.
So, they are watching and waiting!
No matter how slowly Douglas and the High Priest move forward, the short distance will always be completed.
This time, neither of them jumped up, or even made the most basic running movements. Just like two porters carrying a heavy load, they walked until they were within three steps of each other, almost cheek to cheek.
Only then did they raise their weapons at the same time.
This time, there was no terrifying momentum, just the most direct collision of two weapons.
There is no chopping, no swinging, or even the most basic moves. It is as straightforward and simple as a farmer tilling the land and a woodcutter chopping wood.
But there was an explosion louder than thunder. This was the sound produced by the collision of forces in the purest form.
Simple to the extreme and unsophisticated to the extreme, this most direct competition is the most terrifying and astonishing.
Even Douglas, the top powerhouse who had been tempered countless times, had his face completely deformed after being hit with a short wooden stick, and his eyes shot out with ferocious beast-like gazes.
The expressionless high priest's eyes were like a desperate wolf struggling in a trap.
Only the wise men of the elves, who have experienced countless storms and met countless strong men, can clearly see this "slow" blow.
On Douglas's purple sword, the condensed power has completely shifted from outward to introverted. It even wraps up his mental power and will, burning his divinity and life. As a demigod who has ignited the divine fire,
He knew exactly how terrifying a blow made with all his strength was.
The moment the high priest's small wooden stick collided with the battle, a dense magical aura suddenly flashed through. Only the wise eyes of the elves could see the power contained in it: at least it included the blessing of God, the protection of heaven and earth, and the Great Prayer Technique.
Wait for these god-level auxiliary magics.
These top-notch auxiliary magics are enough to make a small wooden stick rival a powerful artifact!