The Legend of Soul Fighter: The Genius Repeater

"No... I don't want to die yet!" Liu Shisan cried in despair.

……

"Holy Light!"

At this time.The eleventh-level light defense magic that Mu Bai had prepared for a long time was finally completed.

A huge halo suddenly appeared in the dark midair, illuminating the imperial city like daytime. Everyone was bathed in this sacred halo, and their originally desperate and fearful hearts gradually calmed down.

The halo spread out like water waves, resisting the engulfing of the dark clouds.

"Level [-] Holy Light! My God, there is a holy magister!"

Edward looked at the holy halo in the sky, feeling extremely excited and full of hope in his heart.

"Who is this holy magister?" Edward saw the figure in the sky from a distance, but the distance was too far for him to see the outline of the figure clearly.

When the dark cloud meets the milky white light emitted by the sacred halo, it is like snow meeting fire, and the dark cloud is rapidly melting.

"No! How could it become like this!"

The necromancer, whose body was suspended in the sky, exclaimed in amazement, feeling extremely unwilling and resentful. Unexpectedly, at the critical moment, a holy magister would come out halfway.

After he got used to this way of death and withering, he didn't have much power left. If he continued to stay, he would definitely be killed by that mysterious holy magister later.

"The plan failed this time, it's better to go first."

The necromancer wanted to retreat, so he didn't stay any longer, riding a puff of black smoke, and left the imperial city quickly.

……

after a little while.

The devouring black clouds in the sky were completely driven away by the holy light, revealing the blue sky again.

on the central square.

After the necromancer left, the three bone dragons and the remaining undead immediately went underground and disappeared on the ground.

"The necromancer has left the imperial city!" Edward let out a long breath.

"It's... saved." Liu Shisan wiped the cold sweat off his face. After being stimulated by such a huge contrast, his tense nerves relaxed, his eyes darkened, and he passed out immediately.

"Your Majesty the King."

Beside Liu Shisan, a few ordinary soldiers were quick-witted and quickly supported him.

"How could it be like this!"

Wiesel let out a frenzied roar. There were only a dozen swift wolf knights left in the regiment he led, and they were tightly surrounded by a large group of dragon knights. They were still making their last resistance.