Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Such a strong vitality. If it were me, I would have died or gone out of control. Renekton silently watched this scene from high in the sky.

Every attack released by "Aquaman" Yann Coatman is predicted by him. He can always find the most appropriate, simple and effective way to avoid danger.

All your behavior trajectories are within my predictions, you are a "prophet"!

Renekton pondered in his heart. He took steps, and there were light spots solidified under his feet floating, supporting his body.

While dodging the increasingly dense and powerful attacks of "Sea King", he condensed the light and turned it into a scorching and dazzling ray, which fell on the right eye of Maihams.

Being entangled in the "Sea King"'s successive attacks, Mahamus was unable to evade, and his right eye melted directly under the scorching ray.

"what!"

His lips opened again and he let out a heart-rending scream.

The sound was sharp, piercing the spirit body, and it was also wrapped with a vicious curse. It kept echoing in this sea area. It seemed that even the air and sea water were contaminated with the curse, and the color became darker.

"Sea King's" successive attacks paused for a moment.

The Storm Path is not a path that is good at dealing with curses, but they are also extraordinary people who are good at manipulating sounds.

The next moment, a messy and unpleasant song echoed on the sea, like the roar of a wild animal, without rhythm or meaning, just a roar to vent emotions.

This sound contains "communication" at the spiritual level, which can only weaken the influence but cannot completely isolate it.

Starlight floated around Renekton, like a dense sponge, tightly wrapping him in the middle.

This sponge composed of starlight kept shaking, shattering, and being filled up in an instant amidst the screams of Mahomes and the singing of "Aquaman".

In the center of the layered starlight, Renekton covered his ears helplessly with one hand and muttered in a low voice with gritted teeth:

"Damn it, the ancient sun god had such bad judgment when he selected the "Wind Angels". Even the elves can't save these tone-deaf storm barbarians!"

Above the gray fog, Klein watched this scene through Renekton's prayer light spot.

At this time, he also frowned slightly and pressed his ear with one hand.

Although the space above the gray fog can isolate the influence, the Sea King's voice is loud and unpleasant. Even if the influence is isolated, it is still uncomfortable to listen to.

Where's the lightning? What about the storm? Where's the frost? Don't just hit the high notes! The marine life in this area will be killed by you.

Klein cursed in his heart, and then picked up the crown stained with rust and blood that was placed on the table in front of him.

He reached out and summoned a cut paper figure from the corner, then leveraged the power of the gray mist and threw it out.

The paper man quickly twisted and expanded in mid-air, bursting into red flames, and finally transformed into a tall angel with twelve pairs of red wings and wearing blood-red armor.

Under the control of Klein's thoughts, the paper angel waved its stacked wings behind him and quickly disappeared into the image of condensed crimson light. It disappeared into Renekton's body and overlapped with him.

High in the sky, a thick gray mist suddenly surged in front of Renekton's eyes. An angel with twelve pairs of flame wings flew out from the crimson tide of light. He came to Renekton and used layers of Die's flame wings enveloped him.

The thick gray fog and tall angel in the field of vision quickly dissipated, and everything returned to normal.

Renekton felt that the screams and singing that were constantly echoing in his ears were no longer so harsh, and their influence on him was quietly transferred elsewhere.

Although their voices were still unpleasant to hear, Renekton breathed a sigh of relief and cursed in a good mood.

He then opened his hands, and the surrounding starlight quickly dissipated, and a blazing light accumulated in front of him.

A huge ball of pure light entwined with countless sacred flames emerged in the air. As Renekton continued to infuse spirituality, the ball of light quickly grew in size, like a miniature sun.

The dazzling light affected "Sea King" and Mahamus, who were trying to influence each other with screams and songs below. They stopped shouting and screaming almost at the same time.

The next moment, a roar rang out from the sea below Maihams, and the huge impact directly lifted him up.

boom! boom!

Layers of sonic booms sounded, mixed with the whimpers of the wind realm. "Sea King" carefully controlled the direction and intensity of the sonic booms, lifting Mahamus high into the sky.

Renekton narrowed his eyes slightly, and very cooperatively dropped the miniature sun in front of him, throwing it towards Mchams' body that was constantly being thrown away.

A ray of silver-white electric light with a paralyzing effect lit up from under the sea and landed precisely on Maihams, leaving countless small electric snakes on his body and a sizzling sound of electric current.

The next moment, the dazzling sun fell from the sky, embracing it, instantly igniting his flesh and blood, and melting his body.

In the blazing whiteness, even the sound was swallowed up, and there was no sign of Maihams.

Renekton raised the corner of his mouth slightly, held his hand in mid-air, pulled out an invisible thing, and draped it around himself.

This is the "Emperor's New Clothes" that allows him to briefly enter a state of non-existence.

Um? The tall figure who had just emerged from the sea looked at Renekton suspiciously, a trace of doubt and confusion flashing in his blue eyes.

Yann Coatman, who had just recovered from the incomplete mythical creature form, had no clothes on his body, exposing the well-defined muscles on his body.

His dark blue hair is twice as thick as a normal person, like small worms, with tentacles hanging randomly, just covering his key parts.

The next moment, intense uneasiness swept over them, and Renekton and Yann Coatman simultaneously focused their gazes on the dazzling white sun high in the sky.

Suddenly, a huge, twisted and evil arm stretched out from it, holding an almost mummified human figure in its palm.

The surface of this arm is dark and sticky, full of evil liquid flowing. Even the blazing white miniature sun cannot completely evaporate these evil liquids.

The feeling of extreme evil and extreme madness was spreading rapidly, and the surrounding spirituality seemed to have mutated, becoming one layer after another of barriers, hindering and restricting their actions.

Renekton relied on the mysterious reappearance of "The Emperor's New Clothes" to briefly avoid the impact of this huge arm. His figure quickly retreated, opening a long distance.

".Siua!"

"Aquaman" Yann Coatman spit out a name from his mouth.

Immediately, his hair suddenly spread out, and arcs of electricity continued to dance on it.

Violent winds collided with the air, making explosive noises. Terrifying hurricanes visible to the naked eye circled and appeared. The air flow turned sharply in circles, and unchecked tornadoes suddenly rose from the ground.

Yan Coatman's body flew high into the sky along with the tornado, and thick clouds quickly emerged, reversing the day created by Renekton.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Silver-white electric snakes jumped out one after another, falling with a real aura of violence and destruction, and densely slashed at the huge arm surrounded by the tornado, and the withered human form held in the palm.

The surrounding spirituality has solidified a lot under the influence of the divine aura, as if it has become something that binds the hands and feet of the extraordinary.

The Thunder Forest created by "Sea King" has some sluggishness, like a machine that is too old and not running smoothly.

The blazing white miniature sun in the sky has been completely dissolved, and a dark, sticky evil liquid is constantly flowing from the huge arm.

From the liquid, pale skeletal heads grew, eyes with obvious blood vessels grew, tongues with fangs grew, and all kinds of strange things grew.

Evil and madness quickly filled the space. The roaring tornado felt a little stagnant. The lightning that was constantly falling was distorted and began to fall randomly, but a large number of lightning could still hit the target.

Boom! Boom!

Two bucket-like thick bolts of lightning suddenly appeared, carrying the aura of destruction, condensing the power of all the lightning in the clouds and striking down.

The lightning struck directly on the huge, evil arm.

A lot of dark and viscous liquid fell off, splashing a few sparks, and even leaving a trace of burning. It was quickly covered by the dark viscous liquid secreted from the surroundings, and was quickly repaired.

The arm paused for a moment, and then returned to the spiritual world with the withered human form pinched in the palm.

"Hmph! Rose School of Thought. Church of Knowledge"

Yann Coatman looked around and snorted coldly after realizing that there was no one around him.

Then he looked up overhead again, at the thick clouds that were beginning to dissipate.

".The lightning just now. Who is trying to claim the authority of the storm?"

The wind blew loudly, quickly blowing away the thick clouds in the sky, revealing the clear night sky.

The light that was originally as bright as day in the sky disappeared without knowing when, and was replaced by a semicircle of crimson moon.

The crimson moonlight shines on the sea. There are many fish with white bellies turned up. Most of them have protruding eyes, broken limbs, and many wounds from being eaten. A faint layer of light appears on the sea surface. scarlet