Chapter 1846

As a large number of undead perished.

Their power also turned into a source and entered the array.

Su Han began to drive the third array.

"Four Symbols Cloud Cluster Array, activate!"

A terrifying vortex hundreds of meters high was born from four directions.

Directly carrying out terrifying attacks on the enemies.

From time to time, it could carry fire and water waves.

Even causing composite elemental attacks.

In just a moment's time.

Twenty thousand enemies died in the array.

The Saint turned his head to look at Su Han.

The two people's gazes met.

"... This person is the leader of the array, as long as we kill him... everything will be over!"

The Saint took out a long spear.

And threw it forcefully toward the other party.

The power of the black stream of light.

Was very terrifying.

But it was slashed and exploded by Raiden Ei's sword halfway!

"Mere divine weapons cannot be compared to a true god..."

Facing his wife's protection.

Su Han smiled and said, "It would have been fine with the array's protection, next... is the fourth layer... Eight Trigrams Array, activate..."

The ground shook.

Eight Trigrams symbols began to appear.

Various strange powers were born from it... there is life and death, there is fire and ice... the Reversed Eight Trigrams.

Directly took away a full three hundred thousand of the army.

A large number of soul fragments dissipated in the air.

But no one dared to absorb them.

(Qian Zhao Hao)

Because the terrifying attack.

Was still continuing.

Seeing that the heat was already sufficient.

Su Han raised his hand to carry out the final fifth layer activation.

"Reversed Five Elements Array, mutual generation and restraint... activate!"

A majestic voice fell.

The figure of the enemy could no longer be seen in the field.

The power of the Reversed Five Elements.

Had completely sealed this place.

The enemies would be continuously worn down.

Until the array was dissolved.

Or Su Han chose to unlock it.

Otherwise, the people inside were equivalent to being in a world that was constantly collapsing.

A repeating cycle.

Dark and gloomy.

Souls wailing.

The Withered's skin, which was like steel, could not withstand such an attack.

They fell to the ground one after another.

"Saint... we want to go back... we want to go back... we won't come to the world of the living anymore..."

"The gate has been sealed, we can't go back..."

The Saint's words were heavy.

Making people feel incredibly desperate.