As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

burst!

Following Ron's voice, a large amount of dazzling light instantly gushed out from the Dragon God's Eye. Sharp silver lights tore the evil spirit's body into pieces like swords.

This was the energy that had been hidden inside the Dragon God's Eye before Ron threw it out. All of this energy was transformed into the purest power of dawn.

The power of dawn is the nemesis of evil spirits.

Although these powers of dawn cannot completely wipe out the evil spirit, it is definitely not a pleasant experience for the evil spirit.

sizzle...

Waves of strange wailing continued to be heard from the tattered black fog.

The black fog was shaking and twitching violently as if it had been electrocuted, and it seemed to want to shrink back to its original shape, but it couldn't do it for a moment. The collision of the white light and the black fog was like ice water poured on a red-hot iron block. Accompanied by bursts of crackling sounds, large patches of thick white smoke rose up instantly.

Thick smoke covered the sky and the sun.

The wailing sound continued for a long time. When the cold wind blew away the white smoke, the scene in the deep pit finally appeared in Ron and Niafu's eyes. They saw that the evil spirit was now only a small ball... Of course, it was called a small ball, but the black fog was still as big as a mansion, but it was many times smaller than before.

Moreover, this black fog is also sluggish and looks powerless.

It was obvious that he had suffered a lot of damage from the previous move.

That look also made Ron confirm that the evil spirit was indeed damaged at its origin.

The origin has been damaged. Even if the evil spirit masters the law that one can be resurrected after death and his strength will be enhanced, it cannot be compensated, and the damage is quite serious.

Although Ron's attack just now looked very scary, Ron knew that if the Eye of the Dragon God hit the evil spirit before, it might be able to break one of the evil spirit's tentacles, but it would definitely not harm the evil spirit's body.

Before, Ron thought that the evil spirit's strength might be only half of its original strength because its origin was damaged, but now it seems that he was overthinking it. Let alone half, if one third of the power could be preserved, it would be quite rare.

With a wave of his hand, the Eye of the Dragon God flew up into the air and returned to Ron's palm.

The evil spirit that had just escaped had no time to seek revenge on Ron.

A ball of black mist suddenly popped out from the deep pit, rolling violently and fleeing into the distance.

At this moment, the evil spirit just wanted to escape. This man was really too evil. The evil spirit had always been very proud of his own strength. He was powerful enough to make him immune to almost all magical attacks. He could swallow up any magic.

Even if it was a forbidden spell, it was just an appetizer to the evil spirit Cassio and was not worth mentioning at all.

However, the power of Dawn is the only exception.

Dawn is naturally resistant to Cassio.

Of course, there are limits to this restraint.

Just like water conquers fire, water can put out fire, but a drop of water can never put out a raging flame.

The ordinary power of dawn is just a tickle to Cassio and is of little use.

But who could have thought that this damn weird man, the Dawn energy he released was so pure, even a small low-level magic could cause considerable damage to Cassio, not to mention that this guy came up with a Zuwen Killing Sword Formation, a terrifying magical power that could destroy an entire country in an instant.

Even Cassio couldn't withstand it and was killed instantly.

If he was just killed instantly, it would be fine, although it would be a bit embarrassing, but Cassio had died too many times and he was used to dying. What's more, he could be resurrected after death and become even stronger after resurrection.

Although the feeling of being on the verge of death made him terrified and painful, Cassio did not have much fear of death itself.

Not afraid of death.

Cassio has always had this self-awareness.

However, the moment Zu Wen's killing sword formation fell, Cassio realized that he was wrong, extremely wrong.

At that moment, he even had a feeling that he might really die and never come back to life. At that moment, an unprecedented intense fear swept through his body. Even though he had been sealed under a glacier for thousands of years, Cassio had never experienced the biting cold of ice.

Even though he was resurrected in the end, this fear was deeply imprinted in the deepest part of Cassio's soul, making Cassio never forget it for the rest of his life.

What's worse is that Zu Wen's killing sword formation was a fatal move for him, but for the souls that he had devoured and absorbed before, it was a purification and redemption. Under the light of dawn, a large number of souls broke free from Cassio's soul, and then dissipated in the light of dawn, turning into the purest soul origin.

These absorbed souls were one of the sources of Cassio's power. The stronger the absorbed souls, the stronger Cassio would be. Hundreds of thousands of souls were purified and expelled at once. Cassio's soul fell into unprecedented exhaustion and his strength was instantly greatly reduced.

And it wasn't just the souls that were absorbed, even Cassio's own soul suffered some damage. Although it wasn't too much, maybe only about one percent, it still made Cassio terrified.

If I were to use that move a hundred times again, wouldn't my soul be completely destroyed?

It is precisely because he can be resurrected from death time and time again, so when Cassio realized that this power could completely destroy him and leave him no chance of resurrection, he was really scared. He did not want to fight with this freak-like man. He just wanted to escape, the farther the better.

There were even extremely vicious thoughts running through Cassio's soul. As long as he could survive this time, he had a way to quickly recover his strength in a short time.

What the human world lacks the least is all kinds of life and souls. Pick any country, and there will be millions of souls waiting for you to devour. Once you have absorbed enough souls, your strength will surely soar again. Not to mention recovering to your peak state, even breaking through the limits of evil spirits and becoming an evil god is not impossible. By that time, a mere human being, even if he possesses the power of dawn, will never be his opponent.

With great hopes in his heart, Cassio fled desperately.

However, his strength was already greatly damaged, and he had just withstood a round of attacks from Ron, and his strength was exhausted again, so that his escape speed was far slower than before.

Ron had a smile on his face as he followed the evil spirit at a leisurely pace. The distance between them was maintained at a fixed level from beginning to end, never extending or shortening.

At the same time, he opened his hands, and a silver-white lightsaber appeared out of thin air in his palms.

Dawn, judgment.

Forbidden spell of Dawn.

For Ron now, magic at this level of forbidden spells is already easy to use.

But this time, Ron spent quite a long time preparing.

Compression, compression, compression…

With every compression, a flash of light could be seen on the sword of the Sword of Judgment in Ron's palm.

Hua Hua Hua Hua...

In the dim light, I seemed to hear a strange sound in my ears. In just a minute or so, the light had flashed hundreds of times.

Ron himself had no idea what kind of destructive power the forbidden spell would have after being compressed hundreds of times. After all, it was the first time for him to compress a forbidden spell so many times. Ron only felt that the Sword of Judgment in his hand became particularly solid. It was obviously just a long sword made purely of energy, but at this moment it was no different from a real sword.

Ron could even clearly feel the subtle touch of the hilt in his palm.

The blade is even sharper and can blow away short hair.

The sword lightly passed through the air, and one could clearly see with the naked eye the strange scene of the air being neatly divided into two layers, upper and lower.

Ron was extremely satisfied with the Sword of Judgment. He grabbed the hilt with one hand and slashed in the direction where the evil spirit was escaping.

hum!

The moment the sword passed through the air, a silver-white light suddenly extended towards the evil spirit in the distance like the Milky Way.

That's the speed of light.

As soon as the sword fell, the sword light hit the evil spirit a thousand meters away.

This terrifying speed left the evil spirit with absolutely no chance to dodge. In just a swish, the black mist that the evil spirit transformed into was neatly broken in the middle and split into two perfect halves.

Perhaps this scene happened too fast, so fast that the evil spirit could not even notice it even if its soul was torn apart.

The two halves of the evil spirit's soul were still squirming desperately, trying to escape forward. After two or three seconds, the evil spirit's soul seemed to realize that something was wrong. The two halves of the soul shook in unison, and finally understood what had happened to their souls. Then the two halves of the soul squirmed desperately, trying to piece themselves back together.

Countless dense black threads grew on the neatly cut sides of the soul, trying to tangle together like wire worms.

"Eight Wastelands!"

"Liuhe!"

At this moment, a cold voice suddenly came from below the evil spirit's remnant soul.

Ron had a smile on his face and looked in the direction of the voice. Soon a graceful figure came into his sight. Who else could it be but Bai Lan?

Bai Lan woke up.

In fact, Ron had already noticed Bai Lan's appearance before. Seeing Bai Lan rushing towards the evil spirit, Ron did not stop him. He also wanted to know what kind of power Bai Lan had gained after obtaining the inheritance of the wild god Nabelar.

Just as Ron had observed before, Bai Lan's realm had not improved and was still only at the peak of the legendary level... However, Ron had a feeling that even those masters who had just entered the realm of destruction might not be Bai Lan's opponents.

The wild gods mainly rely on three kinds of power when fighting.

First, the power of ice. The God of Wilderness possesses some authority over ice. Although it is not as pure and powerful as the God of Ice, it should not be underestimated.

Second, pure physical skills. The God of Wilderness has a unique attainment in physical skills. Among the many gods, there are very few who can be compared with the God of Wilderness in physical skills. Only the God of War and the Dragon God can compete with him.

Third, the art of formation, using secret methods to form formations to suppress all those who disobey.

Back then, even when Nabelar's energy was exhausted, she still used a secret magic circle to seal the evil spirit Cassio for thousands of years.

To put it simply, it is a part of the law of ice, the law of battle, and the law of formation!

What Bai Lan obviously inherited were the formation rules and part of the combat rules.

In an instant, Bai Lan's figure shuttled across the ice below the evil spirit like a ghost. Her speed was so fast that at a glance, Bai Lan's figure was everywhere on the ice.

As the toes slid across the ice, deep depressions quickly emerged.

Before long, the dense and strange depressions were connected together and pieced together into a huge formation. The moment the formation was completed, Bai Lan's figure flashed and appeared in the center of the formation.

He immediately knelt on one knee and slammed the ice with his right palm.

"Formation, start."

Following Bai Lan's cold and delicate cry, a dim yellow light instantly bloomed above the formation diagram, and a wild breath blew towards them.

Eight Desolations and Six Harmonies Formation!

The shadows of fourteen dragons suddenly emerged from the formation. The dragons flew straight up into the wind with an attitude countless times more ferocious than that of a giant python, with their bloody mouths wide open. Their deafening roars and growls echoed above the glacier.

The dragons shuttled through the evil spirit's soul, entangled with it, and every seven dragons entangled half of the soul.

In a short period of time, huge holes appeared on the two parts of the evil spirit's soul.

Then, Bai Lan raised his right hand, and then suddenly pressed down with his palm. The dragons tightened their bodies, and their bodies straightened up, dragging the remaining souls of the evil spirits and falling onto the ice surface little by little.

The formation diagram of the Eight Desolations and Six Harmonies Formation on the ice surface was shining brightly, as if it was welcoming the arrival of the remaining soul of the evil spirit.

The familiar power made Cassio panic.

Cassio will never forget that it was this secret magic circle that sealed him in darkness for thousands of years.

Eternal darkness and an absolutely unbreakable blockade. Even evil spirits living in such an environment would almost collapse completely.

Although the current Eight Desolations and Six Harmonies Formation is not as powerful as the one that was personally performed by the God of Desolations Nabelar thousands of years ago, it still made Cassio instinctively fearful. He howled desperately, trying to break free from the dragon's entanglement, but no matter how hard Cassio struggled, it was of no use at all.

The residual soul continued to fall, getting closer and closer to the Eight Desolations and Six Harmonies Formation.

When the distance reached a certain level, with a buzzing sound, dim rays of light instantly turned into strange tentacles and quickly entangled with them.

The pulling force increased out of nowhere, and Cassio's falling speed doubled.

Looking at Bai Lan again, his face was pale and bloodless, and his breath became extremely weak!

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