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There is such a profound power!!

Could it possibly possess such power? Could it be the undead spirit of the ancient Cursed Death Legion?

But why would such a being suddenly appear here?

"Who the hell is this guy?"

He bit his lip tightly, looked up and looked forward along the gradually disappearing dark track, and saw Ye Yiyi calmly put down his crossbow and grinned at him slightly.

"!!!"

This smile frightened Frodimoro so much that his heart trembled.

In the dark, a hesitant shadow of death suddenly descended upon my heart.

Without thinking, he just followed his survival instinct and forced himself to roll to the side again.

"boom!!"

The earth trembled and cracked, and a huge bluestone puppet hand suddenly stretched out. The palm covered with a large number of sharp crystals suddenly clenched, making bursts of air explosions.

A huge force suddenly came, but in the end it was nothing.

"Oh?"

Ye Yiyi couldn't help but narrow his eyes as he watched the other person roll over to avoid being grabbed.

"You reacted pretty quickly, dodging two attacks in a row."

This kind of combat instinct makes him worthy of being called a "magician hunter" who specializes in hunting down magicians.

But unfortunately, I am now in a hurry to send someone to reincarnate.

If that's all you have, then you'd better die quickly.

"Snapped!"

Ye Yiyi raised his hand and snapped his fingers, then raised the Invisible Hunter forward amidst the sudden chorus of hymns.

When he heard the passionate tune suddenly ringing in his ears, Frodimoro's eyes narrowed and his heart trembled again.

"This... is actually a hymn?!"

As a veteran gossiper, Frodimoro naturally knew what the hymn was.

It is a miraculous power that originated from an ancient wise king and has long been integrated into the world. It can be understood as some kind of peculiar rules of this world.

Powerful and unique lives will be accompanied by hymns, and great deeds and achievements will also be sung in hymns.

Therefore, the hymn is not only a hymn praising life, but also a hymn singing epic poems!

Since the battle of Frodimoro, he has only heard less than three hymns.

And the owners of those hymns are all top-notch powerful people in the world!

But now...

This unknown magician who broke in here for some unknown reason and triggered the invasion mechanism actually also has a hymn?

Frodimoro clenched his teeth tightly, his eyes filled with bloodshot.

"I thought I was just a nobody who stumbled into this place, but I didn't expect to meet such a powerful person..."

“Sah!!”

A sharp sound of breaking through the air suddenly came, but there was no trace of it in the air.

Frodimoro raised his staff and slammed it down on the ground, forming a spherical halo around him.

The tracking magic arrow came at high speed, but was deflected by the magic field, brushed past his body and flew to the side, shattering the bluestone ground.

"...Looks like we're going to have to fight to the death."

He grinned, swallowed his timidity and fear, and aroused in his heart the tremendous murderous intent forged by countless invasions and massacres.

Sensing the murderous intent, Ye Yiyi paused slightly, lowered his eyes and looked over, saying indifferently:

"Let me see the power of the so-called magician hunter who once drove the Zhige Hall from the southern border."

“…As you wish.”

Frodimoro whispered softly, and a gray-white light bloomed from the tip of the short staff in his hand.

His deep red spiritual body gradually became thinner and more transparent under the light, and finally disappeared quietly on the spot.

"...Please bear witness to the untold secrets of the Hidden Palace."

As the words fell, the crimson color disappeared from the spacious and dilapidated hall.

Only Ye Yiyi was left standing alone in the center.

But the locking fog wall still exists, and there is no light curtain prompt to jump out.

Frodimoro did not flee, but completely concealed his figure with strange magic.

"Disappearing... is it the deflection of light?"

Ye Yiyi thought in his heart, then raised his crossbow, pointed it at his temple and pulled the trigger.

A faint light flashed on the crystal bowstring, and the magic [Stargazing] was released in an extremely strange way.

He glanced around, but his magically enhanced eyes, which could detect every subtle change in light, were useless.

It was as if Flotimoro had really disappeared.

There was no sound, no breath, no emotion, and no fluctuation of magic.

All traces of him seemed to be wiped out out of thin air, and the whole person was sealed as a divine seal, completely disappearing from the world.

"..."

Ye Yiyi looked around silently, and suddenly noticed the subtle changes in his mind.

"That demon...what's its name?"

He frowned tightly, but couldn't remember the name.

But with his current intelligence and memory, it is impossible for him to forget the name of a demon he just met.

So he used his eyes to expand the light curtain and found the clue.

"Flotimoro...?"

He whispered the name in his mind, then removed the light curtain thoughtfully.

The next moment, he once again forgot the demon's name.

"I forgot again. Sure enough, it wasn't my illusion..."

He turned his head to look at the dung beetle on his shoulder. The little guy was lying on his shoulder blankly, looking around in confusion, and finally turned his head to look at him, making a puzzled flapping sound of its wings.

"Buzz?"

The dung beetle wasn't asking where the demon had gone, but rather: What are we doing here? Why is there a fog wall here?

Compared to himself who only forgot the other party's name, the dung beetle didn't even remember the existence of the evil spirit.

Ye Yiyi did not answer this, but just asked it to lie down and not leave her for the time being.

"So, completely eliminate your own presence, and even erase the memory of it from everyone's minds..."

"Is this the untold secret of the Hidden Palace?"

Ye Yiyi looked around the empty hall, feeling the changes in his ideas in his mind. He said nothing, as if he wanted to verify something, and just waited silently.

Ten minutes later, he raised his eyes, opened the light curtain and looked at the prompt.

"Flotimoro..."

Ten minutes passed, and he still hadn't forgotten the existence of the demon spirit, he had only forgotten his name.

Although I don't know how that magic was done, it seems that the effect on him is not as strong as that on the dung beetle.

At least he won't completely forget the other person like the dung beetle.

"So what exactly is the effect of this magic?"

He became more and more curious.

He was almost completely defenseless during these ten minutes. If the opponent took the opportunity to gather up a big move and launch a sneak attack, then according to common sense, wouldn't he be able to win the battle directly?

But the other party did not make a move, which meant that Frodimoro, who was hiding in the dark, was still waiting for something.

Is it because some conditions have not been met that we are unable to take action?

Or is the other person simply waiting for me to forget him?

If that's the case, it would be a pity, because Ye Yiyi would at most forget his name.

After waiting for another ten minutes and still seeing no change, Ye Yiyi lost his patience.

"Your magic show is over, Flotimolo."

He shouted loudly, his clear voice echoing in the dilapidated hall, but received no answer.

Seeing this, Ye Yiyi narrowed his eyes slightly and shouted again:

"Come out, Frodimoro. This is the end. Your magic has no effect. Come out now and I can still give you the dignity of a warrior."

A minute passed and he still didn't get a response.

At this point, Ye Yiyi's patience was completely exhausted.

"Pity."

He shook his head coldly, then took out a three-meter-long double-pointed halberd covered with light golden dragon scale patterns from behind him.

"Don't say I didn't give you a chance, Frodimoro..."

Switching to the Power, he held the halberd in front of him and slowly closed his eyes.

A gentle breeze flowed like a stream. The dung beetle shook its head and looked around. It saw an invisible vortex of wind gradually entwining Ye Yiyi, eventually wrapping him up in it.

Above the halberd named Vacuum Seat, countless pale white air currents extended from the broad tip of the spear, entwined together like a spiral, and finally pointed to the sky like a drill bit.

Ye Yiyi opened his eyes, and in the swirling wind, he raised the halberd to the sky, and at the same time let out a terrifying roar like an ancient dragon from his mouth!

"Roar!!!"

(I command all things to submit!!!)

The spiral airflow suspended at the tip of the gun suddenly expanded, like a vacuum flower blooming.

As the atmosphere expanded outward, it caused a shattering explosion, and the closed fog wall surrounding the hall shook violently.

Everything in the area was shattering. The bluestone ground covered with moss and crystals was blown away layer by layer by the bone-eroding and intoxicating wind until the thick foundation underneath was exposed.

The towering crystalline arches and damaged walls collapsed, and were shattered into tiny particles invisible to the naked eye by the strong wind, and then drifted away into thin air.

The dung beetle cowered on Ye Yiyi's shoulder, watching everything in the outside world crumble in the strong wind, its huge body trembling slightly in fear.

"Crack!!"

With a strange sound, something was quietly shattered in the strong wind.

Then dark red light gathered from all directions and formed a deep red spiritual body in the air.

"Ok?"

This abrupt scene made Ye Yiyi frown slightly, and the action of raising the vacuum seat again to command the atmosphere also froze.

As soon as Frodimoro's spiritual body emerged, it was quietly shattered and wiped out by the corrosive wind.

Before he completely died, Ye Yiyi saw Frodi Moro give him a quick glance.

It was an eye of fear filled with despair and horror.

"That's impossible, you are..."

His last words disappeared in the strong wind, leaving no trace.

The Prophecy Demon Spirit——The hunting magician [Flotimorro] is dead!

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