Chapter 2197

The gray skin looks lifeless, and the messy withered hair is scattered, which is commensurate with its broken clothes. It looks like a devastated scavenger.

However, at this moment, no one will really treat it as a scavenger.

This is not only because of the dark blood vessels on its half face, but also because it is now surrounded by an air stream mixed with strands of black matter, hanging steadily in the air like Mr. blova and Safina.

This is a high-level corpse, and its strength is extraordinary. You can feel the threat it brings just by looking at it. Not to mention that Mr. brova almost suffered a great loss in its sneak attack.

But... Yes, Delphi obviously remembers it!

"Did it follow me?"

Not far away, Delphi, who had just found this guy for brova, couldn't help muttering in his heart.

"It was originally guarding the territory outside London. At that time, I didn't leave halfway, but none of these high-ranking corpses ran out of the territory to chase me. Now... This guy will come here. He must have got some orders."

In the blink of an eye, these guesses and ideas passed quietly in Delphi's mind. At the same time, brova, who was staring at each other through the rain, was also on guard.

It may be that the corpse also realized that the opponent in front of him was also very threatening, so that after a sneak attack failed, he never made a second hand.

Under the rain, the atmosphere gradually became more and more tense.

Obviously, this confrontation is not beneficial to blova. Although these high-level corpses seem to have developed self-awareness and a certain degree of wisdom, they do not have "emotion" after all. Where will they be affected by the inexplicable thing of "atmosphere".

Probably only because Delphi, a powerful wizard, was watching from a distance, he didn't do it easily.

But who knows, just then, a roaring wind in the rain curtain suddenly came from the west, and a sword still shone bright silver in the dark rain... Harry held up his sword and rushed behind the high-ranking corpse who controlled the wind.

Gryffindor's sword is undoubtedly sharp, and Harry has increased the speed of his broom to the limit. He has split countless raindrops at the same time.

This time, the high-level corpse still couldn't keep silent, and the stalemate with blova continued. It seemed to have been aware of Harry's rapid approach. Suddenly, the air rolled all over it, wrapped it and rushed to the side.

"Call -"

At that moment, seeing the enemy dodge away, Harry, who was sprinting at high speed, couldn't turn immediately. He had to lean forward and try to swing his sword. It's a pity that he didn't stab the other party after all. He just flew over where the guy was.

"Mr. brova, this enemy is over to you and Harry... I'll watch it to prevent it from having other companions."

There were many high-level corpses outside London at that time, but now that this guy has come, there may be more. Now that Harry had come on his own initiative, Delphi decided to keep his strength a little and watch it change.

"OK."

Brova did not reject her decision - although he was not too enthusiastic about the battle at hand, he was not too negative.

Besides, isn't there another Harry Potter coming? Now this boy's fighting ability is no worse than him.

With this in mind, blova suddenly stepped back and waved his magic wand at the high-level living corpse. At the next moment, the flame flying dragon, which was spitting flames not far away, turned its head, then vibrated its wings and rushed to the high-level living corpse wrapped in the black wind.

On the other side, Harry, who had just escaped the sprint, was pulling the handle of the broom and trying to turn as soon as possible.

At present, he has no time to block the rain with the obstacle curse. When he picks up the speed again, he can only endure the scouring of the wind and rain. The original continuous drizzle also rushed towards him under the influence of his own speed, but he could only open his eyes as much as possible and rush towards the enemy again with Gryffindor's sword.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept through the slash, making Harry's ears rumble, and the flight trajectory deviated.

Harry looked ahead as he pulled on the handle of the broom and tried to maintain his direction - a pair of deep eyes on the "dead face" of the high-ranking Promethean stared at him straightly, making him immediately feel a trace of danger.

Intuition is telling Harry that it's best not to force close to each other at this time.

The idea flashed through Harry's mind, but he didn't dare to ignore this instinctive warning. To be honest, the sudden wind was not so strong that Harry couldn't rush through, but he frowned, resolutely said goodbye to the handle of the broom and suddenly walked aside.

"Mr. brova, be careful... It seems to be attacking."

In fact, they shouldn't have been so nervous about the combat power of high-level corpses. However, this guy's strength is obviously much stronger than the high-level corpses they have ever fought. Even if it is certainly not comparable to the devil, it is enough for everyone to be cautious.

After all, you know, there is only one life for them. If they lose it, they will be gone!

Of course, Harry's warning had been heard, but brova didn't intend to fight each other at close range - not impossible, but it was obvious that it was not the way he was good at fighting.

Almost at the moment when Harry chose to avoid his front, brova's flame dragon had rushed from the side and rear of the high-level Promethean at a very fast speed.

"Roar -"

With a roar, a blazing flame spewed out of the dragon's mouth and swept obliquely towards the figure in the black wind.

But it was at this moment that Harry's bad hunch finally came true.

In a twinkling of an eye, the Black Whirlwind around the high-level living corpse suddenly rose, and a large number of wind blades previously used to sneak at Bulova flew away in all directions like a meat grinder.

The dragon breath of the flame flying dragon was quickly twisted out in the blink of an eye, followed closely, and even the flame flying dragon itself was rolled in by the black storm. The change of this moment, even brova was a little caught off guard, and there was no time to let his Summoner escape.