There was still one minute before Azathoth's recovery, Ling Yanhu looked at the mountain with nervousness, and wanted to release his skills to intercept Azathoth as much as possible the moment Azathoth recovered.

Zong Kai stretched his waist, "Why hasn't this evil spirit recovered? I'm sleepy after waiting."

Although Ling Yanhu wanted to roll his eyes at Zong Kai, the current situation did not allow it to do so.

Just listening to Ling Yanhu's continuous countdown "ten, nine...three"

At the moment of the third exit, the mountain collapsed, and a huge creature flew out of it.

I saw that the monster had countless tentacles of different sizes, and it was hard to tell where the head was and where the tail was. There were eyes and eyes of different shapes all over the body.

Not to mention the extra sanity of that appearance, Ling Yanhu suddenly felt the boundless coercion, and his tense nerves made him strike instantly.

The flames exploded all over his body, like a small sun, exuding a frighteningly high temperature, and continuously vaporized and splashed gravel.

Zong Kai kept smacking his tongue, "If I was a year ago, I might have been caught in seconds."

While speaking, Zong Kai's pupils had turned bright silver, and countless incomprehensible ancient characters slowly emerged from his body, gradually circling around him.

Ling Yanhu fused dozens of Azathoth's tentacles fiercely, Azathoth seemed to have finally noticed Ling Yanhu, and countless eyes looked at the ball of fire at the same time.

In an instant, Ling Yanhu felt that he was going to die, and the next moment he was going to die.

Green-black liquid splashed out, and the moment it touched the Lingyan Tiger, its pupils constricted, and heart-piercing pain spread all over the body.

Ling Yanhu was just about to release the life-saving skills, only to see that it switched places with the ancient characters beside Zong Kai.

At the same time that the ancient text changed positions, it turned into the green-black liquid and flew towards Azathoth.

Azathoth's tentacles lightly blocked it, and the juice bounced off like water, without causing any damage to Azathoth.

Zong Kai moved his fingers lightly, and three ancient characters had already appeared behind Azathoth. The three ancient characters turned into Lingyan Tiger, wrapped in flames and broke Azathoth's defensive tentacles.

This seems to have angered Azathoth, and the fog of death filled its body, and the lower-level creatures within a few miles died instantly, and then disappeared.

Ling Yanhu's expression was ugly: "What kind of monster is this! It seems that I have to risk my life!"

When Zong Kai heard it, how could he be happy, and immediately sealed the skill that Ling Yanhu was going to release with an ancient character.

"Brother, calm down and don't be impulsive, I have a way, isn't it just to hold on for a while?"

As he spoke, the ancient characters around Zong Kai began to emit a sacred white light. Although it was bright, it was not glaring at all. It was a very soft light, even if he looked directly at him, he would not feel glaring.

The voice of the holy god continued to come out from the ancient text. Where the light shone, the dead fog was gradually dispelled. Unfortunately, the dead creatures did not come back to life.

Ling Yanhu took a deep breath, "Then I will trust you once!"

As he said that, the flames around Lingyan Tiger's body deformed and gradually turned into a larger phantom of Lingyan Tiger.

Just when Azathoth was about to fight back, the huge phantom of the Lingyan Tiger hugged it, tightly restraining it.

For a moment, Azathoth was actually frozen and unable to move, but this only lasted for a few seconds.

Azathoth hissed, and the black flame instantly covered the phantom of the Lingyan Tiger. In less than a second, the phantom was directly burned by the black flame.

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