"Teacher." Muria tightened her face and looked serious.
"Hehe." The pale elf girl smiled proudly, and a sense of satisfaction came from her heart.
"Why don't you break off the connection with the magic circle in the sky?" Muria stood up straight, feeling the increasingly weak aura of the elf girl, and reminded her.
Muria could sense that the moment the magic circle was formed in mid-air, the elf girl established a connection with the magic circle, and the power in her body was continuously supplied to the magic circle.
The more arrows fired from the magic circle, the faster the elf girl's aura will decay.
"No need." The elf girl Hessel, who had already seen her own power, waved her hand very proudly, still maintaining contact with the sky magic circle, and looked around, "There are still many demons that are not dead!"
Under this beautiful yet murderous silver moon rain, middle and low-level demons such as the Coward Demon, the Quasai Demon, and the Demon-Hunting Spider were unable to even resist, so they were shot dead immediately.
But demons above the gold level are not so easy to die. Among the demon legions that scare countless worlds and turn their faces into disgrace, gold-level demons are the backbone. They are not lambs to be slaughtered.
As for the soul-level demons, luckily, there are none in the area where Muria and the elf girl are. Otherwise, the scene would not be like this. The arrow rain, which is extremely deadly to middle- and low-level demons, is extremely deadly to the soul-level demons.
For the big devil, it's just a drizzle.
The arrow shot by the elf girl was indeed extremely precise, accurately killing every demon within the detection range, with almost no unnecessary waste.
But her strength is at the first level of soul that is beyond Muria's expectations, but within reason. Such an exquisite arrow cannot conceal the fact that her strength is insufficient. This arrow rain will destroy her strength.
Utilized to the extreme, but also dispersed to the extreme.
The rain of arrows falling from the magic circle is just right for dealing with some bronze and silver level demons, but it is quite difficult to deal with gold level demons, let alone soul level demons.
"Teacher, some big guys are attracted to you." Muria closed his eyes. In his perception, there were several violent and powerful auras approaching quickly, as bright as torches in the dark night.
The big guys that Muria refers to, of course, are soul-level demons. To him, gold-level demons are nothing more than trash. He can kill a bunch of them with ease. After all, he can crush everything with just his physical strength.
Gold level devil.
"I know." The elf girl Hesel pursed her lips and said, "Muria, according to the contract, it is my responsibility to teach the Titans how to learn bow skills. You don't need to call me teacher, just call me by my name. My name is He
Seer.”
"Okay, Mr. Hessel."
"I told you not to call me teacher." The elf girl was a little angry. If the elder knew about this, he would definitely reprimand her.
"Instead of worrying about this with me, you might as well think about the soul-level demons attracted to you." Muria pointed around.
"Roar!" Within the scope of the moon-white arrow rain, almost all the middle and low-level demons were killed and injured. Only a few slightly more powerful gold-level demons were left to resist the arrow rain, but they were also at the end of their rope.
It seems that after a while, they will no longer be able to resist, and will be shot into a hornet's nest by the heavy rain of arrows.
"Boom!" "Boom!"... The arrows dropped by the moon-white magic circle no longer scattered evenly, but concentrated on the eleven gold-level demons covered with bruises. Under the magic circle, they were the only remaining demons.
Already.
"Bang!" "Bang!"... These monsters with all kinds of strange shapes are resisting and struggling desperately. They break arrows one after another, but more arrows are shot into them.
Their bodies were left with wounds spewing blood.
The vitality of the gold-level demon was fully demonstrated at this moment. The wounds shot by the arrows would quickly shrink, heal, and scab under the growing muscles in just a few breaths. But unfortunately,
Their healing speed cannot match the speed of their injuries. If there is no accident, they will definitely die.
But this is a training ground set up by the Lord of the Abyss, Ulysses, for the underage Titans in the clan. The existence of the Gate of the Abyss has made demons everywhere here. Gold-level demons can be seen everywhere, soul-level demons are scattered around, and occasionally they will appear.
A legendary level demon lord appears. Therefore, the most surprising thing here is.
"Roar!" A roar filled with violent meaning came, shaking the atmosphere and causing ripples visible to the naked eye.
This is a centaur, half horse, with two horns, a ferocious face, and a burly demon with explosive muscles. It holds a black and yellow battle axe, arrogantly breaks into the area covered by the magic circle, and shoots at him.
The sky was filled with arrows and nothing could be found.
Even so, the continuous arrows still made this monster, which was more than thirty meters tall, extremely angry. Anyone who was continuously pricked by needles would become furious. At the same time, accompanied by a roar, this beast waved his hand.
With his long-handled battle ax, a dark yellow axe's light spanned dozens of meters in the sky and struck at the silver-white magic circle rotating in mid-air.
"Crash!" Along with a crisp shattering sound, the huge magic circle was directly chopped into pieces in the sky, turning into tiny silver-white light spots scattered in the air, with a dreamy beauty.
But this dreamy scene represented that the elf girl's moves had been cracked. Muria, who was standing next to Hessel, could hear a low and muffled sound that was deliberately suppressed.
"Let me do it!" Muria took a step forward, with thunder surrounding his body, and was about to release the spell and restore his true body. "Hesel, the move you just made is a really exquisite application of power. This is enough for me to learn.
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"I don't need you, I can do it by myself." The elf girl who had just arrived here was still full of fear. When she heard that Muria was about to take action, she directly refused, "That move just now is nothing, many elves can do it."
"Your power is almost exhausted." Muria, who was surrounded by wind and thunder, looked at the silver-haired elf girl, "Do you still have the strength to pull the bow string in your hand?"
"Of course!"
"This is not the place for you to show off, Mr. Hessel!"
"I'm not trying to be brave." The elf girl, who was pale and sweaty on her forehead, showed a trace of hesitation. Then she bit her silver teeth, took out a crystal bottle with fine golden runes from her storage bracelet, and pulled it out.
He opened the bottle and took a sip.
Visible to the naked eye, the elf girl's face turned from pale to rosy, and the fluctuations of power in her body that had already fallen to the bottom of the valley and were extremely weak, quickly became stronger.