Chapter 696

After this beam of light merged in, the violent trembling eased slightly.

Seeing this, another Diamond-level mage shouted once more.

He then transformed into a white beam of light, merging into the great golden bell.

The trembling golden bell slowly stabilized!

By the time Mike reacted, the two who had traveled north and south with him in days gone by were already gone.

He turned his head, looking at the place where the two had stood, silent for a long time.

But now was not the time for sorrow; across from them still stood a powerful Legendary existence at level 29.

He had already poured out all his mana output, but the gap between the two sides was too vast, and they still had to defend against two colossal statues.

Making it even more difficult!

Fudelai watched all this in silence, then let out a cold snort and said:

"Futile effort! Let's see how many more you can sacrifice!"

Having spoken, the huge black scythe behind him slowly moved.

He saw his left hand lift slightly, and the huge black scythe likewise pointed its blade tip at the golden bell!

Mike and the others immediately braced themselves!

Each one increased their mana output, watching the huge black scythe opposite, whose momentum was still rising.

Mike's brows knitted tight; even if they withstood this strike, those behind them would likely be nearly dead.

He could only hope in his heart that my lord would arrive soon.

Ten seconds later, Fudelai, sensing the formidable aura of the huge black scythe behind him, let a sinister smile curl his lips.

Just as he prepared to attack, a familiar voice rang out.

"Fudelai, why have you come here to bully the weak? Truly, just like your master, you have none of the dignity a strong one should possess!"

"If the family head learns of this, I wonder whether your young master will lose his chance to vie for the position of household lord!"

Following the sound, a handsome elf, his whole body wreathed in black mist, slowly appeared.

The moment he saw him, Fudelai's heart gave a jolt; he knew today's affair would not be easily resolved.

The imposing aura of the huge black scythe behind him slowly vanished; he understood clearly that this archenemy before him would surely seize the chance to attack him the moment he dared to strike at those below.

Seeing that vanished huge black scythe, the Dark Elf Naxiyor sneered once more, his words carrying a thread of killing intent:

"Heh, truly, what kind of master breeds what kind of dog. You are so despicable, using spells that belong to my Dark Elf clan. If this gets out, what a reaction would it stir?"

Having spoken, the Dark Elf Naxiyor looked at Fudelai with a hint of mockery.

Hearing this, a flash of killing light passed through Fudelai's eyes; a dagger appeared in his hand, a whirlwind suddenly rose beneath his feet, and he charged to kill the Dark Elf Naxiyor.

"Naxiyor, since you already know, then die!"

Seeing that Fudelai had lost his temper, he laughed:

"Hahaha, so a desperate dog really does jump over the wall!"

"Very well, let me show you the true arts of my Dark Elf clan."

As his words fell, the Dark Elf Naxiyor raised his left hand toward the sky.

He saw the energy in the void to his left suddenly erupt; with a humming sound, a black scythe suddenly hung suspended in the air, fully twice the size of the huge black scythe Fudelai had summoned before.

Its aura was even more terrifying; then—

The Dark Elf Naxiyor moved his arm slightly, and the huge black scythe slashed down at the charging Fudelai!

Fudelai's figure, beneath that huge black scythe, seemed like nothing more than an ant.

Only, the next second—

The dagger in his hand emitted a burst of purple light.

A massive dagger phantom, shimmering with purple light, materialized horizontally before him, blocking the black scythe's assault.

"Hum!"

"Ding!"

"Clang!"

""

The two extremely terrifying phantoms clashed in midair like this.

Below, Mike and the assembled mages and wizards stood utterly stunned.

What was going on now? These two had known each other before; they had thought one was the other's reinforcement, only for the next second to see them actually fight.

And every move was a killing blow!

But seeing that Dark Elf's figure, Mike shook his head; he was not my lord's man, so he could not be trusted.

He immediately summoned everyone to continue increasing their mana output.

As time passed, the two attacks grew ever more ferocious.

In the midst of it, the Dark Elf Naxiyor summoned another huge black scythe.

But Fudelai wielded his dagger no less skillfully; under the assault of the two black scythes, he still appeared to handle the situation with ease.

For a time, it was impossible to tell who was stronger or weaker.

And when Fudelai saw the golden bell below growing ever more solid, he began to panic.

He started shouting at the Dark Elf Naxiyor:

"Naxiyor, don't you have other missions? Dragging it out with me here—does your master know? If you delay your mission, I doubt your master would let you off easily."

Hearing this, the Dark Elf Naxiyor immediately burst into laughter:

"Hahahaha, hahahaha!"

"Fudelai, do you truly think everyone has your master's foul temper, beating and scolding their subordinates?"

"Only you can persist; if it were me, I couldn't stand his rotten habits."

"Why not join my master's side?"

"With your legendary, limit-breaking formidable cultivation, my master will surely protect you."

The Night Elf Naxiyoer's counterattack left Fordlai with no opening, so he immediately abandoned the idea of disturbing the opponent's state of mind.

He gripped his weapon tighter and slashed fiercely toward the Night Elf Naxiyoer.

The two huge black scythes moved as flexibly as the Night Elf Naxiyoer's own arms, instantly blocking Fordlai's attack before slashing back fiercely.

For a moment, neither side gained any advantage.

However, the next second, the sky suddenly darkened!

That darkness, black to the extreme, made them feel uneasy.

Everyone deployed their most confident defense.

Fordlai was surrounded by a purple light, with a wall of light formed almost entirely by condensed purple radiance solidifying around him.

On the Night Elf Naxiyoer's side, the two huge black scythes suddenly shrank, just enough to block his own body.

They whirled rapidly around him, resembling a black pillar of light.

The next second—

Only the sound of a blood vessel being pierced was heard, and the sky returned to brightness.