The necromancer who traveled through another world is too tough

The sudden change caused the Pope of Light to give up his ability to continue to use his power to destroy the magic circle.

The radiant scepter in his hand was swung like a giant hammer, carrying a fierce cold wind, and hit Yuan Wei's head.

But what greeted him was a tomahawk attack.

A huge weapons chirp sounded.

A powerful ripple formed between Yuan Wei and the Pope.

But it had no impact on the two people fighting together.

The battle ax danced up and down, slashing towards the Pope of Light.

The white bone moon blades condensed from Yuan Wei's hands, and under the control of his mind, they were like sharp cutting machines, shooting towards the Pope of Light at extremely fast circling speeds.

The first thing he received was a thick shield of light.

Apparently the Pope of Light discovered Yuan Wei's movements and directly gathered a shield to protect himself.

Yuan Wei was not polite either.

He raised his battle ax with one hand and continued to chop at the Pope of Light, while some undead magic was controlled by him with one hand, constantly interfering with the movements of the Pope of Light.

Faced with the dazzling attack, the Holy Pope of Light, Saint De Rosa VII, did not flinch at all. His scepter turned into a melee weapon, resisting the slashing of the battle axe.

Under his silent thoughts, the light magic continued to attack Yuan Wei.

The Pope of Light took strange steps to distance himself from Yuan Wei.

But faced with the attacks that followed him everywhere, he could only use the melee attack magic to resist the incoming attacks.

After dozens of rounds.

The Pope of Light also adapted to Yuan Wei's crazy attack methods, with a relaxed smile on his lips.

He casually swung a blade of glory, and the sharp force made Yuan Wei take two steps back.

Then the Pope of Light's face became solemn, and a thick ring of light spread out from his body.

The powerful force made Yuan Wei retreat towards the rear, and the battle ax in his hand slashed down repeatedly.

But this small halo is actually extremely hard.

There seems to be sharp light power running rapidly at its edge.

Squeeze Yuan Wei towards the back.

The figure of the Pope of Light moved slightly, holding the glorious scepter high.

A more powerful force of light slanted down from the scepter and swept towards the Xuanming Tiangang Formation.

Yuan Wei did not expect that the other party would seize the opportunity to release such a powerful force while being entangled by him.

His expression changed, and he directly called on the power of the natal spirit corpses that stabilized the formation around him.

The battle ax in his hand exuded a cold aura, and he slashed at the still spreading ring of light with all his strength.

Under the attack of Yuanwei's powerful Xuanming power, the ring of light shattered in response.

Immediately, Yuan Wei stepped out and charged towards the Pope of Light, trying to interrupt the opponent's spell.

Upon seeing this, Saint Derosai directly summoned two bright lions and rushed towards the Abyssal Guard.

When Yuan Wei saw this, he felt a little angry.

It seemed that the Pope of Light was indeed arrogant and planned to rely on these two beasts to stop him.

With a wave of one hand, several huge bone claws emerged from the void, directly trapping a bright lion in place.

The battle ax in his hand once again condensed the power of Xuan Ming, and the pale flames on it now condensed into a white light, chopping with the axe.

Quickly surrounding the body of another bright lion.

The Bright Lion also wanted to claw at the Yuan Guard.

However, under the powerful blow of the giant ax, his body suddenly froze, and then pale flames directly enveloped his whole body and burned violently.

Yuanwei no longer paid attention to the bright lion, and slashed out with the battle ax in his hand, heading towards the bright lion that had just escaped from the restraints of its bone claws.

Within two breaths, a huge wound appeared on the male lion's body, and the pale flames directly destroyed the male lion's body.

And the lion that was chopped away by the battle ax could no longer stop Yuan Wei's footsteps.

With his feet stamped in the void several times, Yuan Wei's body was like a sharp arrow, killing the Pope of Light.

Upon seeing this, Saint De Rosset looked gloomy and had no choice but to stop destroying the Xuan Ming Tiangang Array.

He was a little tired of fighting with Yuan Wei for a long time.

As the Pope of the Light Empire, he no longer wants to tangle with Yuan Wei and plans to suppress them with all his strength.

In this way, an extremely thick and powerful light force emerged from his body and directly enveloped the attacking Yuan Wei.

In order to quickly eliminate the Abyssal Guards, Saint Derosai directly released the Demigod Realm.

A field of light with a radius of one kilometer directly bound Yuan Wei within it.

I saw Saint Drosel sitting on a luxurious throne condensed by the power of light, looking down at the trapped Abyss Guard like a god coming to the world.

A contemptuous voice sounded:

"Your Excellency Yanhuang, it seems that as a young man, you are still lost in the evil power of death, completely ignoring the gap between demigods and the holy realm.

Let me teach you, this arrogant young man, a lesson as your mentor. "

After saying that, a burst of extreme light enveloped Yuan Wei, and blazing holy flames burned around him, constantly eroding towards his body.

And the tyrannical power of the Light Pope's demigod realm completely pinned him to one place.

It was as if he was in a thick liquid, making it difficult for Yuan Wei to break free.

This kind of cat-and-mouse feeling made the Pope of Light a little intoxicated. He actually stopped using the powerful light magic and tried to directly use the powerful light power of the demigod realm to crush Yuan Wei.

Feeling the opponent's powerful demigod realm, Yuan Wei couldn't help but sigh at the power of the Pope of Light.

Having participated in the battles between demigods many times, this was the first time he saw the pure and thick power of light.

This Pope of Light is obviously pursuing the ultimate light, and intends to completely shape his kingdom into a world of light.

It is completely stripped of the rest of the elemental power.

The pure white power of light has approached the anode level in the realm of demigods, causing the Netherworld Cold Evil around Yuan Wei to be completely squeezed into his body, unable to exert any effect.

Yuanwei was trapped in the realm of the demigods of light, constantly mobilizing the Xuanming Tiangang array to break the influence of the realm of demigods.

However, driven by the power of Xuan Ming, although it is purer and more powerful than the general power of death, it is powerless to face the power of light that has transformed to another level.

The Pope of Light was very satisfied when he saw Yuan Wei's continuous struggle.

Sitting high on the throne, he was not in a hurry to deal with the enemy in front of him, but instead watched the opponent's struggle with interest.

He has not really taken action for many years, and he is happy to enjoy facing enemies who offend him.

At this time, Yuanwei was constantly mobilizing the power of the formation, slashing violently with the battle ax in his hand, winning a small space for himself, so that he could breathe.

Feeling the master's condition, all the natal spirit corpses also fell into a violent state at this time.

They intensified their attacks on the enemies in front of them.

The five huge frost dragons formed a unique dragon clan's heaven-locking and earth-destroying formation, surrounding the golden-armored generals composed of the Bright Sanctuary and attacking crazily.

The Iron Guard and others who attacked the Judgment Swordsman did not care about their own injuries at all, and the four in one continued to attack Saint Clinton.

He had to open the realm of demigods to restrict the movements of these violent undead.

Those long-range undead units kept attacking the Pope of Light with their undead spells, trying to break the blockade of the demigod realm.

The continuous attacks made the Pope of Light unbearable, and his face showed no trace of fear.

The scepter in his hand shone brightly, generating countless chains of light that blocked the three lichs and two spear hunters.