Aifelar felt that the psychic blood in his body was boiling, burning his blood vessels and internal organs. She felt that she could do everything and could move mountains and seas with no means.

The silver-haired witch stretched out a finger, and the ball of plasticine monster she pointed at seemed to be crushed into a pool of meat paste from top to bottom by an invisible giant finger.

She blew a breath and a group of corrupt crows falling from the sky turned into ice sculptures in the air, falling on the ground and blowing into ice slags.

Afilar knew that the consequences would be serious if this continued. She forced herself to calm down. The psychic energy here was abnormally active. She was afraid that she could not extricate herself from the pleasure of power and eventually became a puppet of chaos.

But the war around her forced her to exert her devastating combat power.

An elf warrior bit off an arm by a monster and was instantly submerged in the monster group. However, the witch pushed forward with her hands and knocked all the monsters there away, giving Alex the chance to drag the injured elf back to the center of the team.

"A group of corrupt crows appeared in front of them, thirty meters!" An elf ranger had only time to warn once, and was hit by four corrupt crows, which were blown to pieces.

The silver-haired witch changed the gravity around the corrupted crows, and she felt her brain boiling.

The corrupt crows fell instantly, falling one by one on the ground, moving forward on the ground like a ferry bird.

Ranger Alex was leisurely shooting them to the ground with his bow and arrow, causing small explosions again and again.

He used his power as much as possible to allow the explosion of the corrupt crow to splash onto other monsters, and relieved the pressure on others.

Master Druigast looked a little depressed after firing that ray.

He recited a mantra that no one understood, cut open his wrist with a sharp knife, and stuffed a blood-red plant seed into his wound.

This is the skill he learned from a shaman. Gast originally thought he would never have the chance to use it in his life.

But on this polluted land, as a druid, he could not gain any strength at all. Even as he penetrated, the land under his feet and the surrounding environment were repelling him.

Everyone can vaguely feel this situation, but as a druid, Master Gast felt the strongest.

He felt like he was walking on a vibrant land, but every inch of land under his feet and every breath of air repelled his existence.

Even in the distant forbidden zone of life and the Death Desert, Gaster has never encountered such a hostile natural environment.

"Gour you with my blood, feed you with my flesh and blood, and shape you with my soul." A large number of slender vines spread out from the druid's wounds.

The vines are as tough as iron wire, without branches or leaves. As the vines spread, a large number of spikes appear on the surface of the vines.

"Use my will to control you, use my thoughts to restrain you, and use my heart to accompany you." As the mantra chanted by Master Gast, the vine stretched out its body and curled up an unknown mutant creature.

As the druid-controlled plants contracted, the vines were strangled into the body of the mutant creature, strangling the entire monster into four pieces.
Chapter completed!