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It is worth mentioning that now that "Dungeon and Warriors" has opened a new level cap, there are also many new skills at level 70, such as Fang Qi's previous tombstone three unique formations, piercing and drawing a knife Cut (big draw knife).

On the Aspen Mountains in the northeast of the Beastman Kingdom, on the distant snow peak, the destructive sword light leveled everything in front of it. Completely fell down, and some were still struggling to get up.

Obviously, Mark, the Lord of Grief, didn't give them this chance.

Even if it reaches the holy rank, in its eyes, it is just a pawn that can be used.

It didn't care about Fang Qi's situation.

Since this kid still wants to resist, let him see what strength is.

"Do you know that although there are almost no creatures in this world who can reach the level of gods, I can make myself infinitely close to gods." It sneered and set its eyes on the remaining holy steps of the Shadow Legion. That skinny hand protruded from under the wide magic robe. The powerhouses of the Shadow Legion, no matter whether they were alive or dead, the remaining strength and vitality in their bodies seemed to be summoned and escaped from their bodies. , and then, like strands of black shreds of tobacco, fluttering and gathering towards its palm.

The aura on Mark, the Lord of Grief, gradually strengthened, as if he had stepped up to a higher level again.

At this time, it looked at the young man in front of it with satisfaction, even with some pride.

But at this time, it suddenly discovered that the young man in its eyes, who it thought was at the end of its strength, had slowly risen from the ground to mid-air.

It seemed that the ubiquitous power of the earth could no longer restrain him.

This is not what surprised him, this level can be achieved by stronger holy ranks.

But the next scene almost made it unable to move its eyes away!

A beam of azure blue light, along with the power erupting like a volcano in his body, shot straight into the sky.

At this moment, they felt as if another soul had awakened in his body.

The golden snake pupils, the eyes that ignore everything in the world, and... that terrifying and suffocating force.

He seems to be between space and time, as if he will disappear into a deeper space at any time.

His whole body seemed to be exuding a sun-like temperament. He obviously didn't have any light, but it gave people the impression that at this moment, the two suns in the sky were all eclipsed.

Just after absorbing the power, Mark, the Lord of Grief, who was floating in mid-air with a staff, froze on the spot almost instantly.

"!!??"

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"This... this...!?" At the summit of the nations, the elf queen Kailan Bell never closed her mouth during the whole process.

The others didn't dare to blink their eyes the whole time, for fear of missing even a single detail.

Isn't this person less than the eighth rank! ?

Why is it like this! ?

"Who the hell is this person!?" St. Duran also tightly held the scepter in his hand, staring at the white-haired golden pupil in front of him, exuding this extremely terrifying aura, completely incomprehensible existence.

"You...what the hell are you!?" During the long years of war, Mark, the Lord of Grief, felt that he had already wiped out the emotional fluctuations of ordinary creatures, as if he was gradually moving closer to the legendary god.

Even after witnessing the destruction of several worlds, he no longer has too many emotional fluctuations.

But at this moment, it felt that within this day, its emotional ups and downs were almost more than the sum of its countless years of life!

"Taste the taste of destruction!" Mark, the Lord of Grief, waved the staff in his hand, and the space in front of it slowly shattered, revealing a dark and cold space, full of terrible storms and terrifying Palpitations of lightning and thunder.

As it cast its spell, a huge vortex suddenly appeared in that shattered space. The storms and lightning in the void, as the vortex converged and compressed, they converged into a black circle filled with terrifying void storms at its central point. ball.

Finally compressed to the extent that it can pass through the gap that allows a person to pass through.

"Void Thunderstorm!"

A smear of gray-blue light, with piercing screams.

It is like a giant cannon, spewing out destructive artillery fire.

The black light reaches the body, and one can even see the dark cracks along the way because the space is torn apart again by the terrible energy.

"Void energy! It's actually void energy!" World mage Hermaton exclaimed, "I didn't expect that they have already begun to master void energy!"

"I'm afraid no matter how strong this kid is, he won't be able to resist it." Sword Saint Keleus said coldly.

Then he was slightly taken aback: "What is he doing?!"

He found that Fang Qi was actually standing there without any intention of avoiding it.

Immediately afterwards, they saw a flash of blue light in front of Fang Qi!

This smear of black shines like a rainbow, suddenly reverses, and returns to the original path!

boom!

The smoke and dust dispersed, and Mark, the Lord of Grief, who had been floating in midair, instantly fell to the ground with only half of his body left.

tick.

Sword Saint Kleus didn't realize at all that beads of sweat were already all over his forehead, and a drop of cold sweat fell to the ground.

"Dead?" Everyone seemed to be unable to believe their eyes.

The shadow dragon's wings shook, and Dralas, the last leader of the shadow army, was as indifferent as a ball of ice.

He held up the magic sword in his hand that was burning with raging black flames, and chopped it down with one stroke.

In the blink of an eye, Fang Qi had turned sideways to avoid it by a slight margin.

Everyone seemed to think he was safe.

But suddenly, behind him, a cold breath hit.

This blow was so sudden that almost no one could dodge it!

"Jie Jie Jie Jie..." A gloomy voice sounded beside Fang Qi, and a dark shadow condensed in the direction Fang Qi avoided. It was Mark, the Lord of Grief!

Its skinny claw stretched out towards Fang Qi's vest, the chill emanating from the claw seemed to freeze even the soul: "I will accept your soul with a smile."

Looking at this horrifying scene, almost all the lower holy ranks at the summit of the nations were horrified!

It turns out that everything is an illusion. In countless years of long life, Mark, the Lord of Grief, has already turned himself into a creature between illusion and reality. The strongest point is that it is not afraid of harm by any conventional means .

"Ah!" Seeing this scene, even the elf queen Kailan Bell couldn't help but exclaimed. If she faced this monster without knowing it beforehand, she might be hit by it at this moment, and her soul would be drawn out.

But at this moment.

They saw that in the spell projection, Mark's skinny claws failed to grab anything, and the white-haired youth disappeared!

The next moment, they saw that the white-haired young man suddenly appeared behind Mark out of thin air.

His right hand stabbed hard into its chest.

"Short life..."

The secret of darkness - dig out the soul!

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ps: The correct translation is "Great God", and the well-known name of the move is "Draw Soul".