Chapter 589 Mutation (4,000)

Even his soul was shaken out, so you can imagine how terrible the impact just now was.

As for Mansfield's body, it was even more tragic. Not only was his spine directly shattered, but his entire body was directly maintained in a posture where half of his body was submerged in the mud. Under the impact, he was stunned and moved sideways for a distance of 100 meters.

The mud on the ground was forcibly pushed away, leaving a deep depression.

That is to say, as the Dragon Prince, Mansfield's physical strength is exaggerated enough, otherwise the stick just now would be enough to directly smash Mansfield to pieces.

Ron couldn't bear to see this.

In any case, this is the most powerful boss in the game, who brought the strongest despair to all races in the Dusk Continent. Now he has become so miserable?

Isn't it a bit too miserable?

Isn't the dignity of the big boss lost?

Although Mansfield is not dead now, his situation is very bad.

Two consecutive impacts directly shattered all the bones in Mansfield's body, like powder, without even a piece falling.

The body that had barely recovered a little before became even worse.

This injury was too serious, even with Mansfield's self-healing ability, it was too late to heal.

The flesh, blood, tendons, almost all turned into a paste, mixed with the broken bone powder.

The soul was hit by an unprecedented horror, and even the simple thinking ability could not be maintained. The soul that was shaken out even forgot to return to its body.

This is Ifrit, so what if he is his brother?

Since it has been decided to kill, it is natural to cut the grass and root, and never give Mansfield any chance.

If a woman becomes ruthless, there is no place for a man.

Originally, Ron and Philomena were ready. Once Ifrit had problems and could not deal with Mansfield, the two would immediately take action.

Although they said that they would leave the matter here to Ifrit himself, the two of them could not watch Ifrit get into danger.

But Ifrit's combat performance gave the two of them a big surprise. No one could have imagined that after breaking through the Destruction Realm, Ifrit's strength would change so much.

Huh!

Ifrit let out a heavy breath.

Don't think that Ifrit just smashed two sticks, it looked very easy.

But in fact, these two seemingly simple attacks were also Ifrit's full strength, without any reservation.

The law of force is to suppress all things with absolute power. Every attack is to use all strength. The two attacks are also extremely consuming for Ifrit. Of course, compared with Mansfield, Ifrit's situation is much better.

He took a deep breath and adjusted his body state. In a flash, Ifrit was full of energy again.

Holding the stick in his hand, Ifrit rushed towards Mansfield again.

This time, Ifrit's target was the soul that Mansfield had been shaken out of. As long as Mansfield's soul was crushed, even if his body was still alive, he would become a living dead.

And Mansfield's current situation could not even be described as bad.

Because the impact was too great, his soul was still in a daze, and even the most basic instinct to seek benefits and avoid harm had been lost. Facing Ifrit's next attack like a storm, he had no ability and consciousness to dodge.

As long as this hit the target, it can be said without hesitation that Mansfield would definitely die.

But at this moment, Ron felt his eyelids jump suddenly.

A strong sense of danger and bad premonition suddenly surged into his heart.

He didn't know where this danger came from, but seeing Ifrit rushing towards Mansfield, Ron felt in a trance that Ifrit was not rushing towards the enemy, but... hell.

A hell that he could never get out of.

Instantly, the intense fear made Ron's scalp almost explode.

He shouted suddenly and fiercely, "Ifrit, come back..."

The voice quickly entered Ifrit's ears.

Ifrit was surprised, and didn't understand why the gentleman asked him to go back. Obviously, Mansfield was about to be killed by him. If he let him go now, wouldn't it give Mansfield another chance to recover from his injuries?

However, Ifrit always listened to Ron.

Not to mention that he just asked Ifrit to give up the opportunity to kill Mansfield and turn back, even if he asked Ifrit to cut his neck on the spot, I'm afraid he wouldn't hesitate.

It's a pity that Ifrit rushed over too fast. Even if he wanted to stop, it would take a certain amount of time.

Even if this time may be as short as 0.01 seconds.

But 0.01 seconds is hell.

Bang!

At this moment, the bell rang.

Ifrit's body was instantly restricted to the spot, and he could no longer make any movement.

Almost at the same time, less than half a foot in front of Ifrit, the space suddenly cracked, and the dense cracks looked extremely terrifying.

Although Ifrit was fixed by the power of time stopping, he also saw this scene and was shocked for a moment. If Ron hadn't stopped his time in time, if he continued to move forward, it would not only be this piece of space that was broken, but also his body and soul.

When the effect of time stopping disappeared, Ifrit felt a layer of cold sweat immediately on his body.

Fortunately, this scene of space breaking did not last long, just a short moment. When the effect of time stopping disappeared, the space had returned to normal.

Under the influence of inertia, Ifrit's body continued to move forward for several meters, and was not damaged by the space breaking.

Ifrit didn't even have time to breathe a sigh of relief, and immediately shouted: "Who is it, get out?"

This is not Mansfield's power.

Mansfield did not master this power. Even if he really mastered this power, in Mansfield's current state, he had no capital to exert this power.

Obviously, a third party intervened.

The originally simple situation suddenly became complicated because of this mysterious third party.

Ron and Philomena's faces also changed slightly.

Compared with the simple Ifrit, the two of them obviously had more things to think about.

The battle between Ifrit and Mansfield was a conflict of destruction.

And because of the inheritance of the Dragon God, the law of force, and the Panlong Stick, Ifrit's strength is far beyond the ordinary destruction realm.

There are very few people who can intervene in this level of conflict. There are only a few in the entire Dusk Continent. According to the information currently available, it is the Saint Patrich and the High Priest Heferson of the Elf Clan.

Or, it is the group of old monsters of the Andre family.

Among these beings, Saint Patrich will not easily participate in such things.

The law he mastered is the law of cutting and tearing. This law allows Saint Patrich to easily cut off the target, no matter how solid the target is, which is obviously different from the spider-web-like fragmentation just now.

The high priest Heferson mastered laws like darkness, devouring, and decay, which was completely different from the situation just now.

If you want to completely shatter the space, you either rely on powerful force to shatter the space, or the power of the space law.

Judging from the relaxed and comfortable scene just now, it is obviously the latter.

There is another very important point.

Judging from the space shattering by the sneak attacker just now, the opponent's strength is absolutely super strong, at least not inferior to Ifrit, and it is very likely to surpass Ron and Philomena.

The opponent can obviously appear directly and then crush the four sides with absolute strength.

But the opponent did not do so, but instead adopted the most unethical sneak attack, which is obviously not in line with the dignity of a super master.

In this way, this mysterious master is a guy who habitually plots against others.

This style is very consistent with the Andre family. Coupled with the ability of the space system, it can basically be determined that the mysterious third party who intervened should be a member of the Andre family.

Maybe it is still a heavyweight character, otherwise it is impossible to have such strength.

Although he hadn't really seen this mysterious man, Ron had already roughly deduced his identity in his heart. Well, he hadn't had time to find trouble with the Andre family, but these people took the initiative to come to him.

Ron's eyes narrowed into a slit, and Ifrit and Philomena all stared around vigilantly, looking for traces of the mysterious man.

At this moment, Ron suddenly felt something in his heart, and his eyes swung in the direction of Mansfield.

Right next to the former Dragon Prince, an old man in a white robe and white hair and beard appeared at some point.

This old man looked like he was about to die. His hunched figure and wrinkled face proved that his age was definitely exaggerated enough.

But when seeing this old man, no one dared to underestimate his existence. He stood there, but it seemed that he had completely merged with the surrounding space. He was obviously such an old man, but he gave people the illusion that he would be ignored if he was not careful.

The old man was clearly wearing a robe, but no one knew what was going on. In the eyes of Ron, Philomena and Ifrit, they only felt that there seemed to be a dark vortex on the old man.

The vortex kept spinning, with a terrifying magic that could devour people's souls.

Just looking at the old man, everyone felt a little palpitation.

There was even an indescribable panic in the soul.

Crash!

A different sound came.

Niafu's figure also appeared in the back.

As a six-winged fallen angel, Niafu even temporarily gave up the important task of protecting Bailan Baiyuan and appeared in person. She didn't even hide her true identity, and her beautiful face looked a little solemn.

Even the spear had appeared in Niafu's palm.

The heavy black armor had appeared out of thin air on Niafu's slender and fit body.

Seeing this scene, Ron couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Ron knew very well what kind of strength Niafu had.

The six-winged fallen angels are the true demigods. In the Twilight Continent, as long as the gods do not descend from the sky, there are almost no opponents for Niaf. Even the so-called evil spirits, agents, and favored ones of the gods, in the There was simply not enough to see in front of Niaf.

Ron even seriously doubted that even among the Seraphs, Niaf was probably the most powerful one.

But now, when the old man appeared, Niaf actually acted so solemnly. From this alone, it can be seen that the old man's strength is absolutely extraordinary. It is very likely that the evil spirit that was destroyed before, the Death God Bei, Above Navid, even the sage Partridge is slightly inferior to this old man.

Obviously, this old man even has some gray-black patches on his face. Those are corpse spots, which are signs of death!

Philomena's eyes widened even more, as if she had remembered something, her eyes gradually turned scarlet, and there seemed to be a fire burning faintly.

She seemed to have remembered something.

The mood that was originally relatively stable suddenly became restless.

Even his petite body couldn't help but tremble, and the thick black armor on his body made a tingling sound when it rubbed against it.

The pale little face was filled with hatred.

"It's you……"

A hoarse voice came from Philomena's mouth.

Just from that extremely difficult voice, you can clearly feel how Philomena is feeling right now.

It was obvious that Philomena recognized the old man's identity.

The old man was stunned for a moment after hearing Philomena's voice, and turned to look at Philomena. He did not immediately recognize Philomena's identity. After all, his age was too Big.

There are too many memories stored in his mind.

He has also met too many people.

In addition, now that my life is approaching, the mountains of memories in my mind will inevitably become confused occasionally.

The old man's cloudy eyes were full of confusion. He tilted his head and thought for a while, but still couldn't think of Philomena's identity. The old man was a little distressed. He was obviously dissatisfied with the recent worsening of his memory loss, and finally he could only slump. Give up: "Excuse me, this beautiful lady, do we know each other?"

Although he is old, and although the two sides are now clearly hostile, the old man still maintains a decent manner when speaking.

He spoke slowly, word by word, slightly hoarse, but with an indescribable charm, and was full of nobility and elegance.

Crunch.

When she heard that the old man couldn't even remember who he was, Philomena subconsciously clenched her fists with inexplicable hatred.

The metal glove made a creaking sound. If it weren't for the fact that this glove was specially forged and highly reinforced with unusual strength, I'm afraid that under Philomena's slender fingers, the glove would have collapsed. collapsed.

Philomena's breathing became more and more rapid. Her scarlet eyes stared at the old man, and Philomena finally opened her pale lips: "Nine hundred and forty-eight years ago..."

"Moron Valley!"

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