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eadx ();? "There's no other way, run with all your might. That Saint realm expert is extremely strong, and is not someone you can deal with right now!" Homerin said.

Rönn responded and his body turned into a ball of black smoke once again as he fled. At that moment, a pillar of light descended from the sky.

Not far in front of Ron, a sword had suddenly appeared. It was a dark gold long sword, and this sword had blocked his path.

While Ron was still stunned, a faint voice came from behind him, "Brat, since I'm here, don't even think about leaving, just obediently leave your life behind!"

Ron jerked his head back and saw that Wharton had appeared behind him at some point. Wharton's face was expressionless, and he looked at Ron as if he were looking at a dead man.

Cold sweat trickled down Ron's face, and for a moment he felt the coming of death.

By this time, Juliana and the others had already fled the scene. That Saint warrior didn't chase after them, but instead stopped Ron.

"Strange, it seems as though this Saint isn't here for us?"

Seeing that the Saint realm expert had stopped Ron, Juliana was somewhat puzzled. She had always thought that the Saint realm experts had come to settle the problem of the Ebia Rebellion once and for all, but it didn't seem to be the case right now.

Elfa also said in a low voice, "That's right, we also misunderstood. It seems that he is here for Ron!"

"I really don't know why Ron would have such great face, to actually be chased down personally by a Saint realm expert!"

He had never had a good impression of Ron, but at the same time, he had a little bit of a taste for food. A seventeen year old, penniless Ron had actually gotten the attention of a Saint realm expert, and had even come specifically for him.

"Ron! Ron, quickly run! "

Kathryn watched, her hands clasped in front of her chest, the anxiety in her face obvious, and silently prayed for Ron.

Right at this moment, Rowan ground his teeth, silently chanting an incantation in his heart. Traces of black gas coiled around his palm, and before long, a white bone lance appeared in his hands. He didn't stop moving, and he stabbed towards Wharton.

Wharton was laughing coldly, not moving as he watched Ron's sharp bone lance pierce his stomach.

"Puff —"

The sharp bone lances were impossible to pierce through. On the contrary, the bone lances that were tougher than steel had cracks appear on them.

Ron's eyes widened in surprise. "How could that be?"

Wharton smiled slightly, but didn't stop the bone lance. Instead, he said, "Not bad. Ron, what other tricks do you have? Use them all. Let me see how powerful this so-called ancient necromancer is …"

"Bastard!"

He was infuriated by Wharton's attitude. He waved the orange staff in his hand, and immediately afterwards, a large group of Skeleton Bravehearts scrambled up from the ground.

"I'll let you see this!"

In order to summon these skeletons, he had used the power of his soul ring. Ron was determined to use the "Skeleton Sea" tactic to drag the battle until he won, but he did not notice the sigh from the bottom of his heart.

Wharton laughed softly. "Have you begun to summon the skeletons? Interesting, these skeletons are not as weak as the Necromancers … "

"... But for me, the result is the same! "

As he spoke, Wharton's fist flashed with flames, and then he suddenly struck out. A powerful flame of battle-qi instantly spread out, and a scorching heat instantly melted all of the Skeleton Bravehearts, transforming them into a cloud of black smoke which disappeared into the air.

The Skeleton Braveheart didn't even have time to charge before it disappeared.

"This …"

The skeletons hadn't even moved, yet the opponent had already shattered them with a single punch. Wharton's power was far greater than he had imagined.

He had expected such an outcome, but there was nothing he could do.

Now, everything depended on the will of heaven.

"Dark Knight!"

Ron finally understood that the gap between the two of them was too great. After summoning his Dark Knight, he no longer had any hopes of holding the other party back, as long as he didn't disappear so quickly.

However, things went according to his expectations. As soon as the black knight appeared, he was immediately vaporized. Wharton didn't even have a second to kill the black knight.

"Bone Prison!"

"Bone Wall!"

"Death Bind!"

… ….

Countless undead magics were unleashed, smashing directly against Wharton's body. Wharton's face carried a cold smile, not dodging or dodging at all, allowing Ron to wildly attack. Wharton stood there unmoving like a boulder in the middle of a wild storm.

Ron had used all of his undead magic, even his' curse ', but it was useless against Wharton.

"How could this be?"

Ron's heart gradually turned to despair. He finally understood that in front of a Saint realm expert, even fleeing was an impossible mission.

"Hu, hu, hu!"

Rönn panted heavily. Due to his fear and despair, his stamina was being depleted at an extremely fast rate. At this moment, he already felt a little dizzy. He no longer had the ability to unleash necromancy.

Staring at the exhausted Ron, Wharton revealed a faint smile on his face. "Looks like that's all you've got. Next up, it's my turn!"

As he spoke, his fist punched out.

"Bone Shield!"

Ron wasn't going to wait for death. He chanted an incantation and a bone shield appeared in front of him.

Without any obstruction, Wharton shattered the hard bone shield with a single blow. A powerful force broke through the bone shield, viciously smashing into Ron's chest.

With a crack, a crisp crack came from his ribs, and Ron felt a pain in his chest. Eyes wide, he staggered back a few steps, black blood seeping from his mouth.

"Cough …" Cough … "Cough …"

Ron choked on the blood in his mouth, then began to cough nonstop while staring hatefully at Wharton.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk ~ ~"

Seeing the miserable look on Ron's face, Wharton revealed a hypocritical look. "Ron, look at you. You're only seventeen years old, and already have quite a bit of strength. Why do you need to practice with this kind of Necromancer? "Look at how good it is to practice magic. We won't find trouble with you. Hur Hur, do you know now? Cultivating Necromancy is against the Holy Church!"

"Let me ask you, are you regretting it now?" Wharton smiled. He suddenly raised his voice, his eyes fixed on Ron.

"Hahahaha..." Cough … "Ahem …"

Ron laughed bitterly a few times, and now he was ready to throw caution to the wind. Suddenly, he stopped laughing, his red eyes fixed on Wharton as he said, word for word, "I — no — post — regret —"

"You …" Wharton's calm heart finally had a hint of a ripple. He said angrily.

"Hahaha …"

"Wharton, right? Let me tell you, if you can't kill me today, one day, I will lead my Undead Legion to flatten Mount Hyjal and turn your indestructible Holy Church into the dust of history …"

Suddenly Ron threw up his hands and shouted.

"Undead will not die, the natural disaster will not die!"

"Undead will not die, calamities will not be annihilated …"

The echoes echoed through the valley, as if in witness of Ron's oath.

"You're courting death!"

'Bang! 'a loud sound was heard.

Ron's body flew through the air like a broken kite, blood spurting out in a beautiful parabola as his body slammed into the ground.

It hurt, all over his body, and Ron felt as if all his bones were going to break and his eyes were going black, and if he could sleep, he would sleep like this forever.

On a small hill not far away, Juliana quietly watched everything. After a long time, she sighed softly.

"Forget it, let's go!"

"Yes, Eldest Miss!"

All of the generals of the rebel army of Ebia quietly packed up their belongings and prepared to leave. After days of fighting, they were extremely tired. With the appearance of a Saint realm expert, they understood that the war was over.

After glancing at Ebifa, Juliana apologetically said, "Lord Elfa, I'm sorry, but it seems like we won't be able to get through the goods channel, but I still have to thank you for your efforts!"

Elfa smiled, "There's no need for that. Since the Saint realm experts have already intervened, there's nothing much for us to say even if we admit defeat!"

"Miss, let's hurry up and leave. Otherwise, after the Saint-level combatants kill Ron, it'll be our turn!"

Juliana nodded, gave Ron a sympathetic look, and turned away.

"Elder sister, you can't leave!"

At this time, Kathleen stopped Juliana's horse and begged with tears in her eyes, "Sister, please... Please... Save Ron... "

Juliana shook her head, "Kathleen, don't be naive. It's not that I don't want to save him, it's just that I'm powerless, unless I'm a Saint realm expert!"

"But... "But …"

Kathleen thought of how Ron had worked for them for so long, and how he had ended up dead.

"Don't but, Catherine, hurry up and leave! "If you're too late, it will be too late!" Her heart was just as heavy.

"Cough …" "Ahem …"

In the distance, on the battlefield, the wounded Ron was still struggling to get to his feet, and that was because of his strong pride that even if he died, Ron would never lower his head to the enemy.

"He's actually not dead yet? Seeing how weak you are, I never thought you would still be so tough. Since that's the case, I'll send you to hell! "

Wharton's face twisted into a grin, and his tightly clenched fists once again shone with the light of combat power. Right, he had been playing, tormenting Ron, all in order to see him in pain, but right now, he was done with it.

He wanted Ron — to die!

"Is he finally going to die?"

There was a smile on Ron's face. He didn't move, he didn't move, he closed his eyes, he knew that no matter what he did, he couldn't change the outcome.

Faced with such a powerful Saint who was invincible, Ron's heart was filled with despair.

Indeed, is strength everything?

He wanted to replace Ron with him, but that would not change the outcome, unless he was resurrected. Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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