Without the accumulation of armor and magic, Sandru's near and far defense attributes were already frighteningly high. At least Xu Zhi had not seen any immortal who could withstand such a beating.
Perhaps only super-level lord creatures have this kind of defense.
The transformation of magic power is coming to an end, and only the slow recovery is left. As for Sandro's skills, it is difficult to determine.
The opponent's body's ability to resist magic is obviously not included in the attributes.
The magic resistance that gives Hexis a headache, Xu Zhi thinks, is at least a master level of magic resistance, and may even reach a grand master level of magic resistance.
If Sandru were of another race, Xu Zhi would still be unable to do anything to him. He could only use various methods to fight back like he did in the high-altitude ruins, and it would be difficult to see the final result.
But the undead lich will be defeated by his holy singing technique.
He is still almost in a full magic state and can use this group attack magic to his heart's content.
Sandro's magic does not comply with the rules of this world and is difficult to release. The mental impact is resisted by Hexis and Somra.
This is perhaps Sandro's weakest moment.
"Wherever I look, all death will be struck by light."
The white light fell, as if a basin of scalding hot water was poured down. Sandro's body shook. He had not withstood this type of magic blow for a long time.
The undead killer is a bit similar to the magic of the little thief who got into the ruins last year.
His body's resistance could almost be ignored.
Sandru's heart moved, and he stared at the green man who had regained life while resisting. Not only was the man's magic spell familiar to him, but he also felt that the fluctuations in the man's soul were vaguely familiar.
"It turns out that you are the little thief, you are just wearing another layer of skin. Ah, ah, ah, ah, Uncle Shan will fight with you."
After spending a year in the high-altitude ruins, setting up a big battle, the opponent stopped coming.
Squeeze it to death, read the memory and read the memory, constantly retrieving some information.
From the minds of some entrants, Sandro felt that the little thief he was familiar with was living well and very happy.
This made him furious in the ruins.
His desperate design did not achieve the desired effect.
Sandro felt very sad when he thought that the other party was living happily all day long while he was hiding in that place and working hard to design a trap.
There is a gap between the ruins and the real world. It is not impossible for him to cross over to the past, but if a lich enters that kind of world, he will lose his life every day, and may even die due to drastic changes.
Thinking about this situation, Sandro felt that everything was boring.
He happily gave up on this revenge plan.
The world of the little thief is inaccessible, and the small world of the ruins is only a small place in total. He has killed many people this year. Without living beings, the whole small world seems lifeless.
Sandro had the idea of leaving, and taking advantage of the moment when heaven and earth changed, he passed through the torrent of time and space, heading towards the space that he had previously calculated in theory.
If it weren't for that damn right hand's sense, Sandro doesn't think he would be in this damn place.
A mistake in his final jump decision brought him here.
The little thief was encountered, but his current strength was beyond words.
He lacks the time to understand the rules of this world. He is still groping and adapting to everything, and it is difficult for his abilities to be used normally.
The magic cannot be released.
I can only rely on my body to hold on.
I can't escape, I can't fight, I can't fight.
Ghostface and blue-skins acted as the main force, and some green-skins with messy weapons came up from time to time for sneak attacks, completely containing him.
Every bit of mental impact was intercepted by the blue-skinned djinn.
This is an old world master whose magical power is not inferior to his.
What made him even more uncomfortable was the green man in the distance who was moving coquettishly. He could release that nasty range of magic from the front, side, or in any direction.
The huge strike circle only targeted him alone.
With the constant blows, Sandro felt a slight looseness in his strengthened bones.
This shocked him.
He relies on his body to save his life at the moment. If his body is broken, he will have no ability to stand on his feet.
"I'll fight with you."
Carrying the staff of the saint, Sandro swung it around and jumped directly into the burning wooden house.
"No, everyone, please retreat quickly."
Somra shouted, Sandru's body is not afraid of the burning damage caused by ordinary fire. Their bodies are not that powerful, and they are not like Xu Zhi who practices the Heavenly Shield. The burn will not only cause damage, but also cause great damage.
It affects combat effectiveness, making it difficult to jump into the flames and continue fighting.
What worries Somra is Sandru's mental impact. He can intercept when faced head-on, but now that he has jumped into a large wooden house, he can't tell the direction clearly.
In addition, Hexis is difficult to intercept.
"You little thief, die."
He finally had free time, even if it was the time he brought by jumping into the fire pit.
Sandro thought it was worth it.
At least he must first deal with the green skin who keeps releasing light strikes.
The chanting technique that is continuously released may be extremely powerful, or it may completely ignore his body's resistance and continuously damage his body. This is the attack method that Sandro is most afraid of at present.
"uh-huh"
Xu Zhi groaned, as if his head had been hit hard with a hammer, and his body took two steps back.
"Shield of Heaven"
A thick film of light shrouded his body layer by layer. Xu Zhi wiped a trace of green liquid from his nostrils, looked at the skeletal figure in the wooden house with great fear, and chanted the spell again.
"Stay back, let this skeleton spirit burn to death in the house."
"Stop spraying, stop spraying water, step back and step back."
Hexis waved away the greenskins and water elementals who were putting out the fire.
"There are a lot of candies in King Zhizhi's room."
"And baby."
"gold."
"Golden ticket."
The greenskins groaned, and Xu Zhi's heart ached.
He really suffered a robbery today. If his enemies saw what happened to him, they would not be able to hide under the covers and go crazy with joy.
"Was my house set ablaze with flaming arrows?"
Xu Zhi looked at the horn bows and flaming arrows piled aside by the greenskins. Fortunately, these two great treasures were rescued. If the bow strings were damaged in some places, he would be heartbroken.
"That bow is hard to use. It's more troublesome than a thunder hammer. It's very hard to pull. I put it down after I shot an arrow."
Hexis nodded repeatedly, at least letting Xu Zhi know who set the house on fire.
Only this newcomer would not pay attention to these wooden buildings in Dongfang Village.
Pay attention to fire prevention.
How many times have I said it?
Be sure to pay attention to fire prevention.
"Hahaha, there are actually fragments of cursed armor that have not yet been fused. God help me. If you die, you will die."
In the burning wooden house, because the wooden box containing the contents was burned, Sandro seemed to have discovered something and shouted happily. Rich Products Chinese