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Shinora's counterspells wrapped around Lachar's half-built magic like a spider web, breaking it down one by one.

Lachar's spellcasting speed suddenly slowed down, and his spellcasting became erratic.

"Please take a seat, and leave the rest to us."

Antanas stayed next to Ranchi and used magic to weave a translucent seat for Ranchi.

"Antanas, you are such a useful demon."

Lanqi praised Antanas.

"Hey hey hey."

Although Antanas didn't know why Lanqi praised her, she still touched the back of her head happily.

She leaned down and lightly touched the ground. The barrier spread out in the Blood King's Palace Square, blocking all the aftermath outside.

Under her protection, Lanqi felt like he was in an impregnable fortress.

The pupils of the Ice Witch, the strongest of the four great demons, had completely turned ice blue, like two cold stars. Thousands of ice crystals condensed around her body and then shot towards Lachar like a rain of steel needles.

Countless ice-blue beams of light cut through the sky and accurately penetrated into Lachar's body.

"You are so despicable!"

The third ancestor, Duke Lachar, gritted his teeth, and the blood mist around him instantly expanded and turned into a cocoon-shaped energy ball that wrapped him up.

The moment most of the ice crystal rain hit Lachar's defense, it was like hitting an invisible wall, shattering one after another and turning into crystal light all over the sky, but a small part still hit the vital points, and Lachar let out a roar.

At the same time, the magic power of the Ice Witch flows through Shinora and Pranay, continuously healing them as the forward and center back.

Faced with the fierce attack of the four great demons, Lachar, whose strength was reduced to one tenth and had only about eighth-level combat power, began to find it difficult to resist.

Although the Ice Witch felt that a group fight was a bit unethical, strictly speaking, the four of them were summoned creatures, so this could be considered a fair duel.

"You are far from being able to hurt me with this attack!"

As a ninth-rank spiritual mage of the vampire race, Lachar is well versed in the art of warfare and has mastered the use of magic.

Lachar knew very well that if he wanted to turn the tide of the battle, the first priority was to destroy the sun.

As long as the Sun Summoner is still there, he will never be able to regain the strength of his heyday.

So, he began to concentrate all his mental strength, trying to control the blood mist around him, turning it into sharp arrows, and stabbing at Lanqi who was protected by the great demons.

The dark mist surged around Lachar, wriggling like a living thing.

They gradually gathered together, becoming thicker and thicker, and finally turned into sharp black arrows, circling in the air.

Lachar's eyes were bloodshot and veins bulged on his forehead.

Finally, under the control of Lachar's magic, countless black arrows moved so fast that their trajectories were almost invisible, leaving behind a series of afterimages and turning upwards.

They carried Lachar's hatred and determination, and vowed to shoot the sun through.

"It's too obvious."

But the four great demon tribes had long seen through Lachar's intentions. Antanas and the Ice and Snow Witch cast a barrier shield in advance to protect the sun firmly.

No matter how hard Lachar tried, he couldn't shake it at all.

Lachar's pupils shrank as he watched his black arrows being defeated by the light.

He gritted his teeth, condensed the blood mist again, formed a denser arrow formation, and launched a second round of attack on the sun.

The result still disappointed him greatly.

All attacks were easily defeated by the two great demons specialized in defense, without exception.

Lachar's face became increasingly ugly, with beads of sweat oozing out of his forehead.

How can such a beast bring four assistants to protect each other, two of whom are nannies?

He felt that all his attacks were in vain.

The four of them responded faster than he did.

"Master Xia, you really shave."

Lanqi stood quietly by the side, his emerald green eyes as calm as the surface of water under the silver mask.

He seemed to know all of this and was just waiting quietly for the final outcome.

"Lancros!"

Lachal faced Ranchi's ridicule but couldn't touch him at all.

The battle reached a fever pitch and the entire square was in ruins.

The ground is bumpy and covered with cracks of varying sizes. Some of the cracks are so deep that they seem to lead to hell.

The buildings around the square were not spared either.

The stone pillars collapsed and the walls collapsed, as if there had been a major earthquake.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of smoke and dust, and the glorious virtues shone through the dust, making Blood Moon City look particularly dim.

There were lightning and thunder in the night sky and strong winds were howling.

Blood-red lightning streaked across the sky, winding like giant snakes.

The thunder roared like war drums, as if the gods were roaring.

Lachar can isolate the long-range mental interference spell cast by the barrier, but it has no effect on the Pope.

Even if it was a killing move that could detonate the Pope's mind, after using it, the Pope just looked at him naively as if he was a fool.

The Pope was just as he was said to be, a completely different person.

Whenever Lachar tried to predict Lanqi's next move, he would find that the mechanism of his spell had already been seen through.

This feeling of being controlled made Lachar feel unprecedented frustration and humiliation.

Artemis controlled the ice crystals and laid a layer of ice under Lachar's feet, making it not only difficult for him to stand, but also reducing his range of movement.

Whenever the third ancestor, Duke Lachar, cast a spell, he would be interrupted by Shinora's inverse operation, making it impossible for him to concentrate.

Antanas was even more malicious. She summoned transparent barrier walls and trapped Lachar inside.

Every time Lachar tried to break through the barrier, he was bounced back and looked very embarrassed.

"Sinora, you are the main force, fight well and don't be affected by Antanas."

Pranay was watching from the sidelines, directing like a class teacher. He could see through all of Rashar's mental activities.

"Artis, I'm sorry to have made you laugh."

he apologized.

"fine."

Artemis rarely cooperated with these major demons in battle a hundred years ago.

But the Ice Witch was no longer surprised by the personalities of the three of them.

Whenever Lachar had a glimmer of hope or despair, Pranai would promptly remind the great demons, allowing them to prescribe the right remedy and completely dispel Lachar's idea.

The four great demons were playing with Lachar with ease. They were both offensive and defensive, and surrounded Lachar, making him panic.

Rachel finally faced reality.

If he didn't smash the sun to pieces the moment the other party released it, he would never be able to touch the sun again.

These big demon officials could not form a pure output force, but they were all fancy acrobatic demons. When he was weakened, he cast a spell, but it was predicted, countered, and blocked by two shields, so it was impossible for him to touch the sun.

Gradually, Rashar's mentality began to collapse.

"Lanclos! You are a guy without a wizard soul!"

The third ancestor, Lachar, roared hoarsely.

His body was covered with wounds, his clothes were tattered and covered with burn marks.

"Put away those damn summons of yours!"

Lachar's face was as pale as paper, blood was oozing from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were bloodshot.

This style of fighting only reminded Lachar of the legendary ninth-order great demon from the ancient times - Satya the Hopeless.

Standing in front of that guy, there are only two possibilities, either you cannot defeat him 100%, or you can defeat him 100%. There is no other suspense!

At this moment, he felt the terrifying suppressive force of the summoned creature that made him unable to resist.

"Obviously, I am the summoner with the most summoner's soul."

Lanci answered logically and clearly.

He told Lachar from the beginning that he was not Lancroce.

So Rashar cannot define his profession.

The four great demons were calm and composed, their attire still intact, and they even had a playful smile on their faces.

"That's awesome. I can also fight at level nine."

They seemed to be enjoying the fight, enjoying Rashaar's pain and despair.

After Lanqi summoned the dazzling sun, Duke Lachar became a trapped beast with its claws clipped, struggling under siege.

"Artis, I'll ask you to seal him later."

"no problem."

Under Pranay's command, countless crystal clear ice crystals surrounded the Ice Witch.

The icicles sparkled with a faint blue light and emitted a biting chill.

When Lachar's blood mist attacked, Artemis controlled the ice and snow, turning them into sharp ice arrows and hit Lachar head-on.

The ice crystals collided with the blood mist, making a sharp hissing sound, as if millions of wild beasts were fighting.

When the ice crystals and blood mist were in a stalemate, Lord Spellbreaker Shinora entered the battle.

She danced the sickle lightly, her fingertips flashing with the light of countering magic, and the blood mist that had originally condensed into arrows began to gradually disintegrate, turning into black dust and dissipating in the air.

Lachar's face changed drastically. He could clearly feel that his offensive was being broken down bit by bit by the enemy mage.

With no choice, Lachar could only turn his attention and try to attack Lanqi directly, using offense as defense to buy himself a chance to catch his breath.