At this time, somewhere in Shen Yun Forest.
In the midst of silence, there was a sudden fluctuation in space.
Along with an inaudible tearing sound, a space crack appeared out of nowhere.
Immediately afterwards, an old man with a long beard was thrown out from the crack.
He fell to the ground and rolled several times before he managed to keep his balance.
"call--"
The old man was breathing heavily, his face full of fear and confusion
His eyes were wide open, as if he wanted to see the essence of the world from his slightly dilated pupils.
"That red mist...what the hell is that?!"
The old man's voice was trembling and hoarse, revealing deep fear.
He had never seen such an outrageous sight—the red mist could actually devour his spiritual realm!
You know, the spiritual realm is almost the lifeblood of top magicians and priests!
In the spiritual realm, the aim and control of magic are greatly improved.
Even the time required for chanting can be greatly shortened.
It can be said that a magician who has mastered the spiritual realm and a magician who has not mastered the spiritual realm are almost two different worlds.
This is enough to show the horror of the spiritual realm.
Top-level magicians basically rely on the spirit realm to fight against the enemy.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to fight against those warriors who have mastered the architecture.
However, that red mist could actually devour his spiritual realm? !
You know, the spiritual realm is composed of the magician's spiritual power released externally.
His spiritual realm was being devoured, which was tantamount to biting a piece of flesh directly from his body, or even worse!
Once the mental power is severely damaged, the person may go crazy at best, or lose his soul at worst.
Become a vegetable that only knows how to breathe!
This is no different from being dead.
This is also the reason why the old man took back the realm and left decisively after discovering that the red mist could directly devour the spiritual realm.
Are you kidding? The elf realm has been swallowed up, he has no chance of winning at all.
As for that, wouldn't it be okay not to use the spiritual realm to fight?
Anyone who has this idea is a layman among laymen.
For top magicians, there is no fighting in the spiritual realm.
It's like you are fighting against a person in armor without clothes, or fighting against a warrior with an architecture without opening the architecture.
There is no need to guess the result, we already know it.
Therefore, the red mist that can devour mental power is essentially a magic weapon to deal with their top magicians.
Compared to that thing, there is no chance of winning at all.
He had encountered this situation three times before.
Once, it was with the old child at the border of the world.
One time was when he was fighting with the young sword master from Dongxia Kingdom.
The last time was the weirdest.
Basically, she could see through whatever magic he cast, his timing, his behavior, and his movements.
There was almost no suspense in that battle, as if it was a script that had been rehearsed countless times.
And he is one of the characters in the script.
And this time, the fourth time, made him unable to muster the heart to resist.
"Damn"
The old man cursed inwardly.
"Where on earth did that monster come from? Why haven't we seen it before?!"
Suddenly, he thought of something.
"Could it be that it is true?"
Probably a few months ago.
Reports came from here.
It is said that a mysterious red fog appeared in Shen Yun Forest, and tens of thousands of knights were swallowed up.
But it was too unbelievable, and he had other things to do at that time.
So, he didn't care.
Now it seems.
"That day, he was the one who caused the strange phenomenon in the galaxy and made the stars that had not been lit for thousands of years light up?"
And it can grow so fast.
Apart from the sin of gluttony among the primitive desires, he could not find any other exclusive skills. "So, that guy is gluttony?!"
And that red mist is the power of gluttony? !
The old man looked incredulous.
He can encounter all of this.
However, when he thought about how he lost to the primitive desire of 'gluttony', he suddenly didn't feel so bad?
I don’t know what’s going on.
"Oops"
As the voice fell, a figure slowly walked out from the woods nearby.
The old man frowned slightly, he heard a familiarity in the voice.
What concerned him even more was that the other party actually used the word "little guy" to describe the being called "Gluttony".
He shook his head secretly, not knowing whether to praise the other person for his bravery or call him ignorant.
He raised his head and was about to open his mouth to warn him, but when he saw the man's face clearly, his eyes widened instantly, his face full of disbelief.
"Princess?! Why are you here?!"
The person who appeared before him was the princess of the Northern Wind Empire, Her Highness Arisa.
She was wearing a gorgeous purple-red dress, the hem of which fluttered in the wind like a blooming flower.
She has a slender figure and beautiful face. Her blue hair sparkles brilliantly in the sun. Her eyes are clear and bright, yet reveal a stubborn and unyielding spirit.
Arisa glanced at the old man calmly, with a faint smile on her lips.
"Why can't I be here?"
"I still want to ask you, why did you appear on the road I was going to take?"
She raised her snow-white neck slightly and looked at the old man with a little arrogance.
Although the opponent is very strong.
But Arisa wasn't afraid at all.
"It seems unnecessary for me to report to you, Princess?" the old man responded coldly.
"Then I have no obligation to report to you, right?"
Arisa smiled and retorted.
The two were tit for tat.
The atmosphere became tense.
"correct!"
Suddenly, Arisa thought of something fun and said with a smile:
"I found a good place, I wonder if you are interested."
The old man was slightly stunned, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.
He frowned and asked:
"A good place?" There was a hint of disdain and suspicion in his voice.
"That's right!"
Arisa smiled meaningfully and said, "There is an elf who knows elf magic there."
Hearing the words "elf ritual", the old man instantly became excited.
He stared at Arisa with eyes wide open in disbelief, and asked in a trembling voice:
"Really?"
Elf spell, a magic spell that does not require the use of one's own magic power.
For a magician like him, it is simply a dream come true.
"Of course!"
Arisa nodded in affirmation.
She looked at the excitement on the old man's face, paused for a moment, and then continued:
"How's it going? Are you going?"
The old man gritted his teeth and nodded, saying:
"go with!"
There was a determined light in his eyes, as if he had made up his mind to find out the truth.
Anyway, this is a forest, so nothing is surprising.
As he thought about this, his eyes couldn't help but fall on Arthur, who had been standing blankly beside Arisa.
Doubts in my heart.
Who is this?
He looks like a hero!
No, no.
He shook his head.
Arthur the Brave is a man, how could he be a little girl! (End of this chapter)