Like ghostly ghost banshees floating in the air, the route of travel is erratic and strange. Countless pale free ghost banshees are constantly merging. It seems that in just an instant, hundreds of ghost banshees in the sky have appeared.
All disappeared, condensing into the image of a slender woman.
This woman's body was as transparent as if it didn't exist at all, floating over as if blown by the wind. Her face was not scary like a zombie or ferocious like a skeleton, but looked like an extremely pale and slightly thin woman.
The banshee, condensed with countless ghosts and thousands of years of resentment, looks weak and weak, but is actually the maid of the King of the Undead, the top monster among the undead.
Like an aggrieved little woman, with her face full of resentment and resentment, the ghostly banshee muttered something as if she was venting her anger.
The banshee's chanting is tinny and complicated, even a little inaudible, but it fills all the space within the scope of heaven and earth, so that every soul can hear it clearly.
Any warrior who hears the voice of the banshee is affected by the banshee's own resentment. This sound is obviously not very loud, but it has a deafening effect. It echoes repeatedly in the eardrums, causing the warriors to abandon their weapons one after another.
Cover your ears with both hands.
This was completely in vain, because the banshee's voice could not be stopped at all. In a moment, red blood lines oozed from the ears of many warriors. The next moment, these warriors' heads would be hit by the sound waves emitted by the banshee.
It exploded violently.
Liu Endeng did not dodge, nor did he cover his ears like other warriors. Instead, he raised the small wooden bow in his hand and slowly pulled the bow string.
The elves are naturally good at shooting, and even the most elite shooters from other races can hardly compete with ordinary elves in shooting skills. This is the talent of every elf.
Liu Yuanteng just casually made a bow-drawing posture, which looked extremely natural and quantitative. The small wooden bow that was slowly opening the bowstring was no longer a weapon, but a part of Liu Yuanteng's body, as if it belonged to his hands and feet.
Natural extension.
As the bow string opened, a layer of tender green light slowly appeared on Liu Endou's body. To be precise, the green brilliance came from Liu Endou's body.
This layer of vibrant green light followed Liu Yuanteng's own veins and was transported towards the small wooden bow. At the end, Liu Yuanteng's body was completely dim, and only the arrow on the bowstring shone with an emerald green color, as if it was an arrow.
A jade arrow carved entirely from the finest jadeite!
The ghostly banshee that kept muttering was already very close. Like all women who have been wronged but cannot vent, the banshee suddenly became furious. She opened her mouth like a canine carnivore, and her pale and miserable face suddenly became angry.
It became as terrifying as a demon, frantically absorbing and devouring the black aura that filled the surroundings. The long gray-white hair that was dragged to the ground suddenly exploded, and a burst of extremely miserable wails rolled out.
Banshee's Wail is one of the top necromancy magics. Even in that glorious era of magic, only necromancers after blood sacrifice had the chance to cast it.
After the banshee howls, any life that hears the cry will wither. No matter how strong and tough the soul is, it will be broken and fall into the abyss of pain forever. Even magic such as radiant redemption cannot save it.
At this moment, there was a sudden clear whistle, and an extremely green light shot out from the small wooden bow.
The arrow itself has been completely hidden in this green light full of vitality, rolling out like a long green dragon.
This ray of light flashed suddenly from the increasingly dim sky and the earth. Although it didn't look so hot or dazzling, all the undead in the way seemed to be violently hit by a huge force, as if they were flying.
The snowflakes were swallowed up by the molten iron.
The piles of undead creatures were destroyed and disintegrated in an instant, turning into free steam and disappearing into the invisible.
The green arrow accurately hit the banshee's open mouth, and after a slight suffocation, it pierced through the banshee's mouth.
It was as if a green sun exploded in the banshee's mouth, and the aura that condensed the banshee's body suddenly collapsed. This aura tried to condense and take shape again, but it was soaked in green light full of life and blessed.
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The banshee, which was completely condensed with the breath of death and resentment, was filled with Liu Endeng's arrow of life, and all the resentment was offset by the blessings passed down by the elves for tens of thousands of years.
The ghostly banshee has been wiped out, and Liu Endeng's upright body also shows signs of exhaustion.
Although it was just one shot, it consumed most of the physical and mental strength of the Elf Son of God. Being able to destroy the banshee with one arrow with the blessing of the Father God was already the limit that he could reach.
This was a tactical arrangement that had been prepared for a long time. The Elf King, who was sitting in a wheelchair behind Liu Yuanteng, had been worried that the half-elf would not be able to shoot such an arrow, so he had been secretly preparing to give Liu Yuanteng a blessing.
Now it seems that Liu Endeng is stronger than imagined, which is enough to reassure the king who has been in charge of the elves for thousands of years.
When a happy smile finally appeared on the face of the Elf King, the boundless sea of undead was truly alarmed.
The black aura of death that seems to linger forever seems to be about to burst. This is not an illusion, but a real change.
From the moment the battle started until now, the most elite warriors in the world have gathered here. After experiencing continuous and fierce battles, they finally reached the pure aura of death. The entire coalition army had already suffered casualties.
It was so disastrous that less than one-third of the soldiers survived.
All these strongest warriors and most outstanding magicians have only one purpose in fighting the same enemy to the death: to protect the strong men of this world from approaching the King of the Dead.
Now it seems that this goal has been achieved.
Although all the surviving soldiers in the coalition were exhausted and on the verge of collapse, they were relieved and satisfied.
Regardless of the final result, they proved their worth and dignity with their blood and lives.
The surviving soldiers and the strong men who were the core of the coalition used their last strength to move forward, heading towards the black aura that made all living beings tremble that day.
The ground in this area is thickly piled with undead fragments, with countless bright red spots mixed in. Near the area surrounding the King of the Undead, all the undead have been cleared away, and the moment of decisive battle has arrived.