Chapter 211

I don't know how long it has been, maybe a few seconds, maybe a few minutes, or maybe a long time.

In this piece of almost broken ruins, modrian has long forgotten the passage of time, allowed the aftermath of the battle to blow, raised his head and looked at the illusory and uncertain space cracks reflecting different colors.

Dreus felt inexplicable remorse for his tragic appearance of roaring like a lone wolf. After he first heard that limontanlune was under the legendary crown, he should not refuse Jana's request, otherwise the current situation would not be in a deep shadow.

Self confidence is a good thing. Modrian believes that Jana's existence can be used as a deep card to be revealed at the final moment of the dispute over the throne, which can at least win enough interests for Valoran.

Unfortunately, he is too confident. He is confident enough to have the protection of dreus and robbery. Coupled with his own strength, he can't encounter fatal danger in limontanlone.

Now, overconfidence has become conceit, and it's time to eat its own fruit!

All this was caused by the devil Lord of the third abyss, the shadow side Scripps. The angry flame turned into disaster and was about to destroy this narrow shadow area.

Wait... Modrian stared at the strange things in the broken void!

Is it an illusion?

He felt that the huge fist of Scripps from the shadow side of the waste earth abyss seemed to hover in front of the crack and stagnate.

Yes, indeed.

Modrian believed in his own perception and dreus. His feeling was right. The fist of the devil Lord stopped after encountering some unpredictable resistance.

Even through the illusory and changeable space, he vaguely saw the skin surface of the huge fist, and the fine scales cracked.

However, the next moment, a figure like a broken wing kite was reflected in his brown pupils. The traces of blood covered his face, but he still recognized who the figure was.

Dreus!

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The wild smile filled dreus's face, which was almost disfigured. The crisscross scars were dense, the rolling muscles seemed to be cut by the blade, and the white bones were faintly visible, which looked a little scary.

More than that, there were deep visible bone wounds all over the burly and strong body, like dried and solidified magma, flowing thick blood, and a thin dark smell, like corrosive poison hindering the recovery of his body.

The two arms clutching the handle of the axe had been broken. They collided and annihilated in an extremely terrible force, and the supporting bones were broken into pieces. They looked weak. It was only the stiffness of the muscles that kept him holding the black cutter in both hands.

Poof!

The sprayed blood smears the dark night sky, like ink rendering, with a desolate feeling.

Dreus raised his head firmly, opened his eyes, stared at the huge fist stagnating in front of the space crack not far away, and a fine scar emerged from the gray black skin.

Then, like the crack in the cracked space all the time, it spread like lightning and tore open a huge wound several feet long.

The dark flesh and blood rolled, and the thick cyan blood fell on the sky, as if the spring rain fell, dripping on dreus.

At the same time, the sputtered blood corrodes the broken space, the buildings in the ruins and everything in the boundary of shadow.

These scattered blue blood seems to have its own will, cold, frozen and withered. It corrodes dreus's body and soul in an orderly but extremely evil way.

This is the breath of the abyss.

Every legend born from the abyss will have this breath, born and can't give up.

In order to resist this breath, dreus had to burn out the last life energy in his body, scouring the broken body again and again, resisting the breath of the abyss, and delaying the coming of death.

However, in such a miserable situation, dreus was still laughing, bleak, brilliant and crazy.

After the ferocious and terrible wound appeared, the huge fist retracted away from the space crack like an electric shock, and a painful cry came faintly.

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Waste soil abyss, dark wings cover the sky, and the blood red sky dotted behind the bright shadow.

The shadow face · Scripps's magnificent figure suspended in the air, lowered his head, looked at the retracted fist with a gloomy face, the blue blood flowed along the ferocious scars, and the dark flesh rich in activity was prevented by some kind of red energy and failed to heal for a long time.

"Ha ha, how long has such a powerful soul not been seen? I didn't expect an unexpected harvest?" Scripps whispered, then stretched out his dark cyan tongue and licked the bloody scars. The fluctuation of the shadow flickered to expel the red energy.

"How to play?" he thought for a moment and got nothing, but it didn't prevent him from stretching out another gray black arm, straight into the broken shadow world, and falling down to dreus bathed in his own blood.

Huh?

An unexpected look appeared on Scripps's face. He looked up at the space crack slowly healing under the intervention of the will of the main world.

A light cyan breeze, following the elegant track, penetrated into the waste soil abyss, crossed the distance of space and floated in the blood red sky.

Hoo!

The breeze is a roll, and the blue air element spirit condenses from being to being, jumping in the world.

[Hefeng Guard]

[Hefeng guard (passive): increases the wind affinity of Cana.

Active: Gana bombards her air element spirit on the target, causing certain magic damage to the target, and will exert hurricane interference on the target.]

In the next moment, Scripps's face suddenly changed, his dark wings closed in front of him, and a touch of extreme shadow was like fireworks.

Boom!

The hurricane roared and fell from the sky, pounding heavily on Scripps's dark wings. Its figure suspended in the air could not bear the great power, turned over and fell on the black palace standing on the top of the mountain.

As the mountains overturned, the gorgeous and noble black palace collapsed, and the dust covered the whole mountain.

"Who is it? Who dares to attack me?"

A gloomy roar echoed in the sky. Scripps jumped up from the ruined palace. His gray black face was filled with anger. He looked around but found nothing.

He can't smell the legendary breath wrong, and it contains a trace of wind system law!

Then he suddenly looked up at the space gap connecting the broken shadow world.

In the deep dark space, a sky blue bluebird soared, pulling out a cyan ribbon in the infinite dark and brilliant star world, and disappeared.