Chapter 285 Psychic Storm

"Clan Chief Matthews really likes to joke. So many of us come to Demon Slaughter Valley, of course, to get something back. Otherwise, are we just here to enjoy the mountains and rivers?"

Lin Li always had a polite smile on his face, and the words he spoke were even more tepid. Anyone who saw him would probably think that he was chatting with an old friend.

Only old Merlin wouldn't think so...

Because the place where he is floating now is no more than a hundred meters away from his opponent, he can clearly feel that a violent wave of magic is emanating from the young magician. This is an extremely powerful wave.

Although Old Merlin was somewhat mentally prepared for the power, he still couldn't help but feel frightened when he experienced it personally. This power was so powerful that it made him feel like he couldn't breathe. He was on the edge of the magic wave, but

It's like facing a giant dragon.

"It's too scary..." Old Merlin's heart gradually sank. He knew that the growth of this young magician had completely exceeded his imagination.

Although as early as when he was in Garros, he knew that this young magician had amazing talents and that one day he would definitely reach a terrifying height, but he never thought that this day would come so quickly, with just a few

In just a few months, he had grown from an eighth-level magician to a terrifying existence that even he could not compete with...

"Hey..." Old Merlin sighed softly. For the first time, he felt that he had really done something wrong. If he had known it would end like this, he should have taken care of Cromwell and not let him provoke Jade.

Tower, let alone let him provoke this terrifying young magician, then everything that follows will naturally not happen. Although the pace of the Emerald Tower's unification of Garros cannot be reversed, at least the Merlin family can survive and overcome

Renwell will not die in the Morning Square...

Unfortunately, it's too late to say anything now.

The Merlin family has declined, Cromwell has died, and even he has to join the Nest of Shadows. Everything is a foregone conclusion.

The regret in Old Merlin's expression disappeared for a moment. When he raised his head again, his eyes were full of determination. Now it was over. All he had to do was to defeat this young magician and fight back.

The attack on the Emerald Tower, and with the help of the Nest of Shadows, is his only chance to restore the Merlin family's past glory - although this chance is so slim that it can almost be ignored...

The magic fluctuations on the two people broke out almost at the same time. At that moment, it was as if a strong wind suddenly blew. The two black robes bulged at the same time, and the surging magic fluctuations rose up, and the Demon Slaughter Valley

The air above seemed to be boiling.

Old Merlin's spell was extremely hoarse. At this time, even he had to admit that he really didn't have any confidence in facing this terrifying young magician.

This battle may be the most uncertain one in Old Merlin's life. When he was in Garros, even when facing Grean, he always believed that all he needed was a little bit of luck. But now, Old Merlin

Merlin knew that besides luck, he also needed a lot...

Because he had already seen a curtain of aqua blue light rising over the young magician.

Old Merlin knew that it was a source water shield - it was a source water shield belonging to the sixteenth-level great mage...

Lin Li didn't care at all about what Old Merlin was thinking. At this time, he was chanting a spell attentively under the protection of the source water shield, and a spell touched by frost gurgled in the air...

The two of them finished chanting the incantation almost at the same time.

A touch of frost, a storm of flames, and in an instant, two completely different forces, one ice and one fire, stirred up dazzling light, flying snowflakes, scattered flames, and crystal clear ice over the Demon Slaughter Valley.

Blue and gorgeous fiery red, the two lights are tightly entangled together, creating a dreamlike color.

The old man and the young man are both great magicians, and their understanding of the rules of magic is far superior to that of ordinary magicians. In the eyes of everyone, the speed of these two people's spellcasting is simply astonishing. In just the blink of an eye, the two of them can

There were several transitions between offense and defense.

Whether it is the old Merlin who has been famous for decades, or the young magician who shocked the entire Garros, the strength shown in this battle has reached breathtaking heights. This is definitely the best in recent decades.

It was the highest-level battle in Garos. Almost every magician stared at the sky in stunned silence, looking at the two figures who were moving quickly...

"Holy shit, he's really a great magician..." Gregorian swallowed hard. This time he really understood. The kid floating over the Demon Slaughter Valley had indeed broken through the great magician.

In the wizard realm, the floating technique has nothing to do with equipment or medicine. It is purely the power of the great wizard himself!

Moreover, he is also a level 16 great mage...

When he thought of this, Greg went a little crazy.

Why on earth is this?

Why is it that I, who have been studying magic for decades, am still only a fifteenth-level great mage? Why can this little brat break through to the sixteenth-level great mage after only staying in Olanna for two months?

Look at the battle over the Demon Slaughter Valley. Matthews, who was on par with me back then, didn't even have the strength to fight back under this little bastard... Why on earth is this... Why...

"What kind of world is this..." Gregorian cursed angrily, venting all his dissatisfaction on the thieves in the Nest of Shadows.

After Lin Li flew into the sky to fight against Old Merlin, the command naturally fell into the hands of Grean. At this time, the middle-aged fat man was waving his hands excitedly, commanding the magicians behind him at the top of his lungs, to the Demon-Slaying Valley below.

Carrying out indiscriminate magic strikes again and again.

For a moment, the Demon Slaying Valley was filled with smoke, and the surging magic elements were like a flood that had opened the floodgates, frantically impacting everything in the Demon Slaying Valley. Storms, flames, thunder and frost, at this moment

It seemed as if it suddenly boiled. Under the bombardment of magic one after another, there was no longer a complete piece of land in the entire Demon Slaying Valley.

Once hundreds of magicians took advantage of the geographical advantage, the power they unleashed could definitely be described as terrifying. Countless magic fell from the cliffs, turning over the entire Demon Slaying Valley, and sentry towers appeared one after another.

They were turned into ashes in the firelight, and the tents were frozen into ice. As for the members of the Nest of Shadows who were running away, they often found that their heads and necks were separated from each other while running...

This was a rough and arrogant battle. There were no sneak attacks or detours. Some of them just stood there openly and released the magic they were good at one after another. This was an extremely simple process, even if it was

Even magic apprentices who have not yet broken through the fifth level can do it, but when hundreds of magicians do it at the same time, it becomes extremely terrifying...

"This is simply ridiculous..." Ronald tried his best to support his fighting spirit and barely ensured that he would not be hurt by magic. However, the men beside him fell down one after another. There was no way, the opponent's magic attack was too strong.

It was too dense, and there were no blind spots in the Demon Slaughter Valley. The only thing he could do was to watch them fall...

It's not that Ronald didn't think about counterattack. In fact, from the beginning of the battle, he sent a team of thieves to sneak along the cliff, hoping that they could sneak into the magician square and create chaos with assassinations - just

It seems to be the same as what was done when attacking the Demon Slaughter Valley, but unfortunately, the tried and tested methods in the past seem extremely ridiculous today.

Nearly thirty thieves had just sneaked out of the valley mouth when they encountered a disaster. Hundreds of wind blades passed by, tearing apart the air and tearing apart their bodies. In an instant, all they could see was the ground.

of blood and mutilated limbs.

At this time, Ronald really couldn't even cry. He really wanted to ask, which bastard was it that carried out such a boring attack?

Does this bastard really think this is a child's play house? It's completely unreasonable. With hundreds of magicians under his command, he marched to the gate of Demon Slaughter Valley with great fanfare and used this almost childish tactic to bombard him.

It's great to ask, do you know what tactics are, do you know what combination of arms is, and do you know what outflanking is?

"You idiot doesn't understand anything, yet you can actually make me breathless..." Ronald was so angry that he vomited blood, but there was nothing he could do. He could only watch those damn magicians,

The Demon Slaughter Valley was blasted into scorched earth.

At this time, Ronald really had no choice. The only thing he could count on was the old Merlin floating in the sky. He could only hope that the old Merlin would kill that Frey as soon as possible and then get out quickly.

Help yourself. Without the magic help of Old Merlin, the thieves and warriors under his command would not even be able to lift their heads under the suppression of the magician.

In fact, old Merlin really wanted to spare his time to help him.

It's a pity that old Merlin can't even protect himself now, so how can he still have the strength to get out?

Grean's vision is indeed very vicious. Although at the beginning of the battle, old Merlin could still fight Feyre undefeated, but at that time, Grean had already seen that this great wizard was as good as him.

The soldier had no power to fight back in front of Feyre.

And that was indeed the case. It only took Lin Li one minute to prove that Greg was right.

Just when Old Merlin shot a burning fireball, but it could only cause the source water shield to ripple in circles, Lin Li went against the previous spell-casting rules. Instead of retaliating immediately, he manipulated the levitation technique to make himself

He quickly retreated, and then a magic feedback shot...

"Oops!" As soon as Old Merlin opened his mouth, the expression on his face suddenly froze. At this moment, Old Merlin felt a chill rising from his back, making him feel as if he had fallen into

Like an ice cave, he never thought that there was such a terrifying spell-casting skill in this world. It was like the legendary prophet. From the moment he started chanting the spell, the flow of magic power was cut off. The whole process was absolutely unpredictable.

It will take more than a tenth of a second, it is almost as if it was rehearsed in advance...

The moment the flow of magic power was cut off, Old Merlin's face suddenly turned pale.

Although the previous battle was difficult, it was still invincible. However, with this magical feedback, he could not even maintain the superficial balance of power.

Old Merlin's eyes were fixed on Lin Li, and his forehead was already covered with fine beads of sweat. At this time, the only thing he could do was to make a desperate move. With the support of the floating technique, Old Merlin was desperately trying to move forward.

He stepped back nearly ten meters, and then quickly took out a scroll from his pocket...

"What the hell!" Originally, Greg was excitedly directing a group of magicians to bombard him, but the moment Old Merlin took out the scroll, the middle-aged fat man suddenly said a curse word, which made the group of magicians around him unanimously agree.

I was stunned for a moment.

"This old man is so shameless!"

The scroll that Old Merlin took out may not be recognized by ordinary magicians, but how could Grean not know about it? It was the Psychic Storm Scroll that was stolen and bought at a low price by the Merlin family when the Emerald Tower was in decline!

Even though the Emerald Tower has unified the entire Garros, Grean still can't help but curse when he sees this scroll of psychic storm. This is the most valuable magic item in the Emerald Tower's collection.

One, what is copied on it is up to the eighteenth level of psychic storm magic. The most terrifying thing is that this scroll has been specially processed, and the power in it can be triggered by any great magician. As long as there is sufficient magic power, it can

The effect of the psychic storm can always be maintained until the last trace of the enemy's magic power is burned out...

"Fayre is in trouble..."

In his anxiety, Greg really wished he could use the floating technique immediately and fly to the sky above the Demon-Slaying Valley to stop Old Merlin. Unfortunately, with his magic power collapsed, let alone using the floating technique, even placing a wind blade seemed too reluctant.

At this time, the only thing Greg could do was to put his hands to his mouth and shout desperately to Lin Li, who was chanting a spell in a low voice: "Quick, Fei Lei, stop that old immortal, don't let him."

He opens the scroll!"

Unfortunately, Lin Li couldn't hear what he was shouting at all, he just focused on chanting the Pyroblast spell.

Immediately afterwards, the scroll in Old Merlin's hand turned into a dazzling golden light, which enveloped Lin Li's entire body in an instant. At this time, if you were a little more careful, you would be able to clearly see that in the
To be continued...