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

Even the soul was shaken out a little, you can imagine how terrible the impact just now was.

As for Mansfield's body, it was even worse. Not only was his spine shattered, but his entire body was half submerged in the mud. Under the impact, he was moved sideways a distance of a hundred meters.

The soil on the ground was forcibly pushed away, leaving a deep depression.

In other words, Mansfield, as the Dragon Prince, had an extremely strong body, otherwise this blow would have been enough to smash Mansfield into pieces.

Ron felt a little sorry for the sight.

No matter what, he is the most powerful boss in the game, the one who brought the greatest despair to all races in the Dusk Continent. How could he become so miserable now?

Wouldn’t that be a bit too tragic?

Isn't the big boss's dignity completely lost?

Mansfield is not dead yet, but his condition is very bad.

Two consecutive impacts shattered all of Mansfield's bones into powder, not even a single piece remained.

The physical body that had barely recovered a little before became even worse.

The injury was so serious that even with Mansfield's self-healing ability, it would take too long for him to heal.

The flesh, blood, tendons, and veins had almost all turned into a paste, mixed with the shattered bone powder.

The soul suffered an unprecedented terrifying shock, and even the simple thinking ability could not be maintained. The soul that was shocked out even forgot to return to its own body.

This is Ifrit, so what if he is my brother?

Since they have decided to kill him, they must cut the roots and never give Mansfield any chance.

If a woman becomes ruthless, there is no chance for a man to survive.

Originally, Ron and Philomena had already made preparations. If there were any problems with Ifrit and he couldn't deal with Mansfield, the two would take action immediately.

Although they were going to let Ifrit handle things on his own, the two of them couldn't just watch Ifrit get into danger.

But Ifrit's combat performance gave the two of them a big surprise. No one could have imagined that after breaking through the realm of destruction, Ifrit's strength would change so much.

call!

Ifrit let out a heavy breath.

Don’t be fooled by the fact that Ifrit only smashed twice with sticks and it looked easy.

But in fact, even these two seemingly simple attacks were launched with Ifrit's full strength without any reservation.

The law of force is about suppressing everything with absolute strength. Every attack was done with all one's strength. Two attacks took a very heavy toll on Ifrit. Of course, compared to Mansfield, Ifrit's situation was much better.

He took a deep breath and adjusted his body's condition. In a flash, Ifrit was full of energy again.

Holding the stick in his hand, Ifrit rushed towards Mansfield again.

This time, Ifrit's target was precisely Mansfield's soul that was shaken out. As long as Mansfield's soul was crushed, even if his body was still alive, he would become a living dead.

And Mansfield's current situation can no longer even be described as bad.

Because the shock was so great, his soul was still in a daze, and even the most basic instinct of seeking benefits and avoiding harm had been lost. Facing Ifrit's subsequent torrential attack, he had no ability or consciousness to dodge.

As long as this shot hits the target, it can be said without exaggeration that Mansfield will definitely die.

But at this moment, Ron felt his eyelids twitch suddenly.

A strong sense of danger and bad premonition suddenly came to my mind.

He didn't know where this danger came from, but seeing Ifrit rushing towards Mansfield, Ron felt in a trance that Ifrit was not rushing towards an enemy, but... hell.

A hell from which one can never escape.

In an instant, Ron's scalp was almost exploded by the intense fear.

As if it was pure instinct, he suddenly shouted: "Ifrit, come back..."

The sound quickly entered Ifrit's ears.

Ifrit was surprised and didn't understand why the gentleman asked him to go back. It was obvious that Mansfield was about to be killed by him. If he let him go now, wouldn't it give Mansfield another chance to recover from his injuries?

But Ifrit always listened to Ron.

Not to mention asking Ifrit to give up the chance to kill Mansfield and turn back, even if Ifrit was asked to slit his throat on the spot, I'm afraid he would not hesitate.

It’s a pity that Ifrit rushed over too fast, and even if he wanted to stop, it would take some time.

Even if this time may be as short as 0.01 second.

But 0.01 second is hell.

when!

Just then, the bell rang.

Ifrit's body was instantly restrained in place, unable to move at all.

Almost at the same time, less than half a foot in front of Ifrit, the space suddenly cracked, and the dense cracks looked extremely terrifying.

Although Ifrit was frozen in time by the power of stillness, he also saw this scene and was horrified for a moment. If Ron had not stopped his time in time, if he continued to move forward, what would be shattered would not only be this space, but even his body and soul.

When the effect of time standing still disappeared, Ifrit felt a layer of cold sweat immediately breaking out on his body.

Fortunately, this scene of space fragmentation did not last long, just a brief moment. When the effect of time stillness disappeared, the space had returned to normal.

Under the influence of inertia, Ifrit's body continued to move forward several meters without being damaged by the fragmentation of space.

Before Ifrit could even breathe a sigh of relief, he immediately shouted, "Who is it? Come out!"

This is not Mansfield's strength.

Mansfield does not possess this power. Even if he does, given his current state, he does not have the capital to exert it.

It is obvious that a third party is involved.

The originally simple situation suddenly became complicated because of this mysterious third party.

Ron and Philomena's expressions also changed slightly.

Compared to the simple Ifrit, the two of them obviously have more things to think about.

The battle between Ifrit and Mansfield was a conflict of destructive magnitude.

And because of the Dragon God's inheritance, the law of force, and the Coiled Dragon Stick, Ifrit's strength is far beyond that of an ordinary Destruction Realm cultivator.

There are very few people who can intervene in a conflict of this level, and there are only a few in the entire Dusk Continent. According to the information currently available, there are only the Sage Patrich and the High Priest Heferson of the Elves.

Or, it could be that group of old monsters from the Andre family.

Among these beings, Sage Partridge would not easily participate in such things.

The law that he mastered was the law of cutting and tearing. This law allowed Sage Patrick to easily cut off the target, no matter how solid the target was. This was obviously different from the spider-web-like shattering just now.

The high priest Heferson controls the laws of darkness, devouring, and decay, which are completely different from the situation just now.

If one wants to completely shatter the space, one must either rely on powerful force to shatter the space, or rely on the power of the laws of space.

Judging from the relaxed and comfortable scene just now, it is obviously the latter.

Another point is very important.

Judging from the space shattering done by the attacker just now, the opponent's strength is definitely extremely strong, at least not inferior to Ifrit, and very likely even stronger than Ron and Philomena.

The opponent could obviously come on the field directly and crush all opponents with absolute strength.

But the opponent did not do so. Instead, he resorted to the most unethical sneak attack, which was obviously not in line with the dignity of a super master.

From this point of view, this mysterious master is a guy who is accustomed to harming others.

This style is very consistent with the Andre family. Coupled with the ability of the space system, it can be basically determined that the third party who mysteriously intervened should be a member of the Andre family.

Maybe he is some heavyweight character, otherwise he would not have such strength.

Although he had not actually seen this mysterious man, Ron had already roughly deduced his identity in his mind. Well, before he had the chance to cause trouble for the Andre family, these people came to him on their own initiative.

Ron narrowed his eyes, and Ifrit and Philomena all looked around vigilantly, looking for any trace of the mysterious man.

At this moment, Ron suddenly felt something and looked in the direction of Mansfield.

Right beside this former Dragon Prince, an old man in a white robe and with white hair and beard appeared.

This old man, at first glance, looks like he is about to die. His hunched body and wrinkled face prove that his age is absolutely exaggerated.

But when seeing this old man, no one dared to underestimate his existence. He just stood there, as if he had completely merged with the surrounding space. He was such an obvious old man, but he gave people the illusion that he would be ignored if they were not careful.

The old man was clearly wearing a robe, but no one knew what was going on. In the eyes of Ron, Philomena and Ifrit, they only felt that there seemed to be a dark vortex lingering on the old man.

The vortex continued to spin, carrying with it a terrifying magical power that could devour a person's soul.

Just one look at this old man made everyone feel inexplicably nervous.

Even an indescribable panic arose in my soul.

Wow!

A different voice came.

Niafu's figure also appeared behind.

Niafu, the six-winged fallen angel, even temporarily gave up the important task of protecting Bailan Baiyuan and appeared on the scene in person, without even hiding her true identity. Her pretty face looked a little solemn.

Even the spear appeared in Niafu's palm.

The heavy black armor had appeared out of thin air on Niafu's slender and muscular body.

Seeing this scene, Ron couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Ron knew very well what kind of strength Niafu had.

The six-winged fallen angel is a genuine demigod. In the Dusk Continent, as long as the gods do not descend from heaven, few can be Niafu's opponents. Even the so-called evil spirits, agents, and gods' followers are no match for Niafu.

Ron even seriously suspected that even among the six-winged angels, Niafu was likely the most powerful one.

But now, when this old man appeared, Niafu acted so solemn. This alone showed that the old man's strength was absolutely extraordinary. It was very likely that he was even stronger than the evil spirit, the god of death Benavid, who was eliminated before. I was afraid that even the sage Patridge was slightly inferior to this old man.

This old man even has some gray and black spots on his face. They are corpse spots, a sign of impending death!

Philomena's eyes widened even wider, as if she remembered something. Her eyes gradually turned scarlet, and there seemed to be flames burning in them.

She seemed to remember something.

My originally relatively stable emotions suddenly became agitated.

Even her petite body was shaking, and the heavy black armor on her body made a crackling sound as it rubbed against each other.

The pale little face was filled with hatred.

"It's you……"

A hoarse voice came out of Philomena's mouth.

Just from that extremely difficult voice, one could clearly feel how Philomena felt at the moment.

It was obvious that Philomena recognized the old man's identity.

The old man was stunned for a moment after hearing Philomena's voice, and turned his head to look at Philomena. He did not immediately recognize Philomena's identity. After all, he was too old.

There are too many memories stored in his mind.

He has also met too many people.

In addition, as my life is coming to an end, the mountains of memories in my mind are bound to become disordered occasionally.

The turbid old eyes were filled with confusion. He tilted his head and thought for a while, but still couldn't think of Philomena's identity. The old man was a little distressed, obviously dissatisfied with the worsening memory loss recently. In the end, he could only give up dejectedly: "My beautiful lady, please tell me, do we know each other?"

Although he was old, and although the two sides were clearly hostile to each other, the old man still maintained a fairly decent etiquette when speaking.

He spoke slowly, enunciating each word, and his voice was a little hoarse, but he had an indescribable charm, and his every word exuded dignity and elegance.

crunch.

Hearing that the old man didn't even remember who he was, Philomena subconsciously clenched her fists with inexplicable hatred.

The metal boxing gloves made a creaking sound. If they were not specially forged and highly reinforced, with extraordinary strength, they would have collapsed under Philomena's slender fingers.

Philomena's breathing became more and more rapid. Her scarlet eyes stared at the old man. Finally, Philomena opened her pale lips and said, "Nine hundred and forty-eight years ago..."

"Moron Valley!"

The first chapter is presented