Necromancer, summon skeletons, practice the Heaven-Swallowing Magic Skill

"Sun God Cult?"

Lu Ming, who was standing next to him, fell into deep thought when he heard the name of this force.

He didn't know much about the Sun God Cult, but he had heard of this force.

This force, like the Church of Light, has existed since the birth of the Magic Continent. It is a church founded by the Lord of Fire from the Upper Realm. In ancient times, its influence spread throughout the entire continent, and it was on par with the Church of Light, making it one of the top forces.

But later, for some unknown reasons, except for the Church of Light, they, like other top forces, gradually disappeared and kept a very low profile.

Countless years have passed, and no one expected that the strong men from these forces would suddenly break into Dragon Island and launch an organized and premeditated siege on the dragon clan. They even used the power of the main god bestowed by the main god of fire, causing heavy casualties to the dragon clan, and even the god-level dragons were unable to resist.

This made Lu Ming even more curious about what kind of grudges the Sun God Cult had with the Dragon Clan that led to this situation.

With all kinds of questions in mind, Lu Ming took decisive action!

"Yan Jin, step back! Leave the rest to me."

When the strong man from the Sanctuary-level Sun God Cult launched an attack on Yan Jin, Lu Ming said something lightly, and came to the side of Yan Jin, looking at the group of enemies with cold eyes.

"Insanity!"

The Sun God Cult Saint-level expert snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "Boy, seeing that you have reached the Saint-level at such a young age, you must be a genius from some top power."

"But you don't seem to understand the situation at hand?"

"No matter how strong you are, you are just one person, and we have several Saint-level masters. Do you think you can fight against us?"

"I was originally planning to deal with this giant dragon first and then slowly kill you. Since you are so anxious to die, I will grant your wish!"

As he spoke, the man took out his magic wand and began to chant a spell, preparing to launch an attack.

Seeing this, Lu Ming smiled calmly: "When you are out in the field, sometimes you can't win just by having more people! Although you are all Saint-level, such strength may be very strong in front of ordinary people, but in my eyes... you are all garbage!"

Suddenly, the strong men of the Sun God Cult were angered by Lu Ming's words!

They shouted angrily, "Boy, you are courting death! How dare you humiliate us like this? We will make you understand what regret means soon!"

"Regret?" Lu Ming smiled even more and said jokingly, "Even the most powerful god-level person, the Pope of Light, doesn't dare to speak like this in front of me. How can you do that?"

Hearing this, the powerful men of the Sun God Cult were furious. They stopped talking nonsense and launched a magical attack on Lu Ming.

Lu Ming stood there calmly, looking at everyone like a cat catching a mouse, standing still.

Since there was still a powerful god-level warrior hiding in secret and not making a move, Lu Ming was not in a hurry to reveal his true strength. Instead, he prepared to humiliate this group of people. He took out his magic wand and cast undead magic to deal with it calmly.

A male Sanctuary-level magician took a step forward. His gestures seemed to guide an invisible force. He pushed his hands forward, and the air seemed to be torn apart. Several fist-sized fireballs condensed into shape in an instant.

These fireballs spun faster and faster in the air, gradually growing larger, each of them containing enough power to destroy a house. They flew towards Lu Ming at an extremely fast speed, and the sound of breaking through the air was deafening.

"You think you can hurt me with such an attack? Rubbish!" Lu Ming laughed loudly and was not moved at all.

At the same time, another female magician waved her staff, and a large number of fire vortexes suddenly emerged in the surrounding air.

These whirlpools gathered into a huge fire storm, sweeping towards Lu Ming.

The storm was filled with crackling sparks and burning debris, like the gates of hell opening.

"Hmph, let's see how you can dodge this move!" the female magician sneered.

Lu Ming was not at all panicked. He whispered a spell, and the ground around him began to crack, and several skeleton warriors emerged from it.

These skeleton warriors, holding bone swords, quickly moved around Lu Ming, forming a protective circle to deal with the incoming fireballs and fire storms.

Lu Ming formed seals with his hands, and his body was suddenly wrapped in a layer of black shield. This shield could absorb and reduce the damage of magic such as Fire Blast and Flame Storm.

The fireball from the Flame Explosion Technique arrived first. The skeleton warriors around Lu Ming quickly took action, with some of them rushing towards the fireball and using their bone swords to block the impact of the fireball.

The sound of "bang bang" continued to ring out, but the skeleton warriors did not seem to suffer much damage.

Immediately afterwards, a blazing storm roared in. Lu Ming commanded the skeleton warriors to form a circle. At the same time, his shadow shield took effect. Most of the flames were absorbed or deflected by the shield. Only a few flame embers passed through the shield and fell around Lu Ming.

"Your flames are just small sparks, not enough to burn my determination." Lu Ming shouted to the magicians on the opposite side.

Just when the fire magicians thought they had gained the upper hand, Lu Ming curled his lips into a sneer.

He quickly chanted the spell and cast his counterattack - Touch of Death.

A dark energy ray shot out from the fingertips, penetrating the wall of fire and directly hitting a magician who was about to cast magic again, slowing down his movements and even temporarily losing his ability to move.

"You underestimated my strength!" Lu Ming said coldly.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lu Ming cast an even more powerful magic—the coming of death.

Under Lu Ming's command, a huge phantom of the god of death appeared above the battlefield.

The phantom swung the giant scythe, releasing a strong breath of death, which disturbed the surrounding fire element fluctuations and weakened the enemy's magic strength.

"This is... how is it possible?" a young magician exclaimed.

The battle scenes are extremely intense, with fire and darkness intertwined to create a visual feast.

Relying on excellent strategies and powerful undead magic, Lu Ming successfully resisted the attacks of the fire magicians and caused considerable damage to the enemy.

"Your fire cannot burn my will!" Lu Ming's voice echoed throughout the battlefield, his eyes firm.

After the first round of fierce confrontation, the fire magicians realized that they were facing a not-so-simple opponent.

Although the young man in front of him is also at the Sanctuary level, he not only possesses powerful defensive means, but also has the ability to counterattack.

The powerful men of the Sun God Cult looked solemn and secretly discussed countermeasures through their mental power.

"We need to change our strategy. We can't let that guy have any chance to fight back." said an experienced old magician.

"It's time to show our true strength." added another magician.

Lu Ming stood where he was, not rushing to fight back. Instead, he wanted to see what other tricks this group of people had.

The giant dragon Yan Jin stood aside, cheering for Lu Ming.

"Flame chain!"

At this time, a magician pointed the staff in his hand to the ground, and a chain made of flames quickly formed. The chain danced in the air like a fire dragon, quickly approaching Lu Ming.

This chain of fire not only has great destructive power, but also restricts the enemy's freedom of movement.

Another magician raised his hands high, and the ground around him began to shake violently. Then, a strong stream of magma erupted from under Lu Ming's position, as if a volcano had suddenly erupted, attempting to trap Lu Ming in it.

The third magician waved her staff, and the ground in a huge circular area centered on her was ignited, forming a blazing sea of ​​fire.

The sea of ​​fire covered a large area, intending to force Lu Ming into a passive defensive situation.

Facing the overwhelming fire magic attack, Lu Ming was not afraid. He used the magic of shadow teleportation, and his body disappeared and reappeared, as if he had never left the battlefield.

He stood at the edge of the scorched earth left by the volcanic eruption and stared ahead.

The light of the flame chain had dimmed, blocked by his figure. The sea of ​​fire in the burning area also gradually extinguished under his feet, leaving only ashes.

The fire magicians couldn't help but get nervous upon seeing this.

Their attack did not work as expected, but instead gave the mysterious enemy an opportunity to counterattack.

Lu Ming's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he gently raised his hand, ready to cast a new magic.

"It seems that your flame is just this level." Lu Ming's voice was calm and firm.

As his voice fell, the ground began to tremble slightly, and from around the fire chain and the volcanic eruption site, a mixed army composed of skeletons and ghosts slowly rose up.

Their appearance seemed as if they were summoned from another world, and the appearance of each undead creature was accompanied by a low wailing sound.

The fire magicians were shocked by this sudden change.

A magician hurriedly chanted a spell, trying to burn the undead creatures with fire, but the effect was not obvious.

The undead creatures were burning with flames, but they still charged forward bravely. They ignored the pain, as if they were driven forward by some force.

"These undead creatures are not afraid of fire!" exclaimed a young magician, with disbelief in his voice.

Lu Ming took advantage of the victory and chanted the spell again, this time it was a more powerful magic - Dark Storm.

As the spell was completed, a black storm was released from his palm, mixed with lightning and ghosts, sweeping towards the area where the fire magicians were.

This storm not only weakens the enemy's magic, but also causes substantial damage.

The fire magicians had to spread out to avoid being hit by the dark storm.

They cast magic to resist while trying to find Lu Ming's weakness. However, Lu Ming's figure was looming in the storm, making it difficult to predict.

"We must find his weakness!" shouted a magician, his voice almost drowned out by the roar of the storm.

The battle became more and more intense, and the duel between Lu Ming and the fire magicians entered a new stage.

Both sides showed their strongest side, and the light of magic intertwined on the battlefield, forming a spectacular picture.

Lu Ming's army of undead creatures engaged in a fierce tug-of-war with the fire magicians.

Although the fire magicians tried their best, Lu Ming's army of undead creatures seemed endless, and Lu Ming himself also demonstrated extremely powerful combat power.

"Your flames will eventually be extinguished under my shadow!" Lu Ming said firmly, his voice echoing in the storm.

An experienced old magician stood up, with a determined gleam in his eyes.

"We can't go on like this. We must find a way to solve this problem."

His words cheered up the other magicians.

The old magician took a deep breath and began to chant a complicated spell.

His hands danced, and the air around him seemed to be attracted by his magic.

Other magicians joined in, and their spells intertwined to form an unprecedentedly powerful force.

As the spell was completed, a dazzling light was released from their hands, which seemed to be able to penetrate all darkness and illuminate the entire battlefield.