The black aura around him has become so strong that it cannot be stronger. Even from such a close distance, it is difficult to see his face clearly. Douglas now seems to be a statue, standing on a high cliff for people to worship.
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Biyesi's fist is very small, but it carries the brilliance of life and the most powerful power that is extremely dazzling and abundant.
Under everyone's gaze, the dragon-shaped elf's full-force punch was like lightning piercing the void, instantly reaching Douglas's chest.
The small fist condensed has become a solid state of brilliance and the most abundant vitality. Biyesi's narrow and narrow eyes unique to the dragon race shine with an extremely strong will to fight.
Before the fist even touched the corner of Douglas' clothes, the huge power had already completely exploded.
This is the most direct collision between will, life force and the nothingness of death, because death and life do not belong to the category of power. These are the two most basic forms in the universe. Completely opposite forms collide fiercely, releasing
Force is just a by-product of collision.
The void of death is devouring Biyesi's vitality crazily. The powerful strength of the dragon clan and the vitality of the elves are racial talents inherited from ancient times, and they are enriching the breath of void.
The two are constantly melting and canceling each other out, like the ultimate collision between the icy sea and the flaming mountain.
"Bang!"
Even if the two most powerful races in the world merge into a new life, and even if Biyesi is now the most powerful figure in the coalition, she still can't compete with Douglas who has become the King of the Undead.
Stirred up by the breath of death, he flew out.
"boom"!
Where the dragon-shaped Biyesi landed, a deep crater was created.
With almost no pause, the petite figure suddenly bounced up, like a discharged cannonball rushing towards Douglas again.
This time, Beyes did not throw a punch. She used her body as a weapon and slammed into Douglas.
Even the flying peak smashing into the raging river is not comparable to Biyesi's impact, and the pig iron hitting the rock is not comparable to this impact.
It was like a comet hitting the moon, like heaven and earth colliding. A large number of remaining dragon-shaped elf heroes were dragged behind Biyesi. The black aura of death along the way had been disturbed by the rapid flow of power, and a real vacuum appeared.
Zone. This long and narrow vacuum area was instantly absorbed by the air and all matter. On the path that Biyesi passed, a black and white mixed colorful light belt appeared, like the most magnificent astronomical scene in the clear night sky.
"Boom"!
This is the muffled sound that can only be emitted when it actually hits an entity.
Biyesi's shoulder hit Douglas's chest firmly. Douglas's body was immediately bombarded by the huge impact and kept retreating. A deep ravine was left on the ground, like a straight road that spread into the distance.
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This most ferocious ultimate collision finally had some effect, not only knocking the unmoving Douglas back far, but also dissipating the aura of death that permeated the surrounding area.
The dragon-shaped elf is the last fighting form of Aglis and Beyes. Its power even exceeds that of an adult ancient dragon. Even a mountain can be smashed through it. But when it hits Douglas,
, it just made him retreat.
After a long bloody battle, after paying the price of countless lives, this decisive battle of life and death finally showed some results: that is, Douglas took a few steps back!
Compared with all the efforts, this result is so ridiculous, but this is the limit that the coalition forces can achieve.
After succeeding in the blow, Biye did not pause at all, her feet covered with golden dragon scales suddenly stopped, and she slammed into Douglas's softest abdomen.
The force of this impact was enough to kill the most ferocious Behemoth a hundred times, and enough to cause a large fortress to collapse instantly.
Douglas's body flew up lightly, and Biyesi, who finally gained a slight advantage, rose into the air, clenched her hands into fists, and violently smashed Douglas's head.
Even in this sky filled with black aura, the light on Biyesi's fist is so dazzling, so full of vitality. This is a purer power than magic, and this is a more direct attack than fighting spirit, because
This is pure attack.
The golden brilliance is filled with the incomparably majestic and pure breath of life. This surging power and the most abundant vitality have dispersed all the surrounding breath of death. The long-lost sunshine finally shines through this small "hole" on the blue sky.
On Ye Si’s body.
Biyesi's fist was shining brighter than the falling fashion. Even the despairing warriors saw such an attack, and the depression in their hearts was relieved.
The most critical thing is that the breath of death that can swallow up all life is indeed fading, decreasing, and becoming thinner and weaker.
The fighting power of the dragon-shaped elves is truly astonishing. It can actually knock the King of the Dead flying into the air, and it can even dissipate the aura of death that sweeps everything away.
The soldiers immediately noticed signs that the breath of death was weakening. This discovery made them ecstatic. Just like travelers walking in the desert who finally saw the oasis on the horizon, everyone's eyes showed hope.
There was an expression of ecstasy on their faces, and every soldier was extremely excited and happy.
This is indeed something to be thankful for. It is precisely because of the unyielding tenacity of the coalition forces that they finally reversed the situation a little bit and finally defeated the undead king who had been standing still. Although the battle is far from over, although the victory
It's still far away, but at least we have seen a hope...
Under Biyesi's fierce attack, Douglas's body fell straight down.
Before Douglas' body even touched the ground, Biyesi had already punched him on the head more than thirty times!
Just like an angry housewife slapping a cockroach on the chopping board with her slippers, the angry dragon-shaped elf seemed to want to smash Douglas's head into pieces.
"Bang"
Douglas fell straight to the ground.
Biyesi followed him down like a shadow, stomping down hard with both feet.
Every time she stomped, there was an angry roar from the dragon clan. Biyesi's long hair had spread out in a radial pattern, and the excessive violence made her face and eyes distorted, as if she was a ferocious demon who had just crawled out of purgatory.