Anne and Pakal stopped talking and walked to the starting position of the battle at 25 meters apart, raising their hands to signal the preparation.

Tain raised his arms and shouted from a distance.

“3!”

“2!”

“1!”

"start!"

Before he finished speaking, Pakar had already developed a series of dazzling skills. His hands were skillfully and quickly controlling the holy light, and the light expanded rapidly in a very short time.

"Sacred Barrier!"

"The Seal of Judgment!"

"Blessings of Light!"

"The Ring of Devotion!"

A lot of holy lights blessed all over Pakar. In a blink of an eye, like building blocks, forming a holy light fortress with him as the center. There is no doubt that this must be a nightmare for all the undead.

In the holy light, Pakar is as motionless as a mountain, and the chanting really makes people feel a sense of a unique sense of religion.

Everyone was stunned, but while Dazhuang was stunned, he did not forget to explain to Hank.

"One energy-shaping spell and three enchantment systems, Pakar is serious. The undead cannot invade this holy light realm unless she crushes it with the fourth-level dark energy, but of course it is impossible."

"That is, Pakal is invincible in this field?" Hank asked with a glaring look, "and what?"

"Then chant the killer move..." Dazhuang looked at Pakar who closed his eyes and chanted with tears, "Build a fort in the Holy Light Fortress, open up all the firepower, and kill the undead into scum. This is the absolute suppression of the priests on the undead. The priests are usually friendly partners, but once they face the undead, they will instantly become terrifying harvesters. In the later battle with the undead world, all human tactics are centered on the priests. The undead will attack the Holy Light Fortress with all their strength, and human warriors and mages will try their best to protect them. This is a war-level scene, Hank, but this time, the Holy Light Fortress is not about to bombard the tens of thousands of undead army, just a lady..."

"This...this is not fair at all, teacher..." Hank, although shocked by Pakar's barrier to holy light, did not like this thing.

"Hank, you have no right to arbitrate on justice or not."

"Then at least, teacher, you..."

"The teacher has no right, either." Dazhuang looked at the Holy Light with anger, "If you want justice, don't talk nonsense here, go to become stronger. Justice is a fist, not mercy."

"Uh!" Hank grabbed his head and veins all over his body, but he didn't know what to say, so he could only scream.

Midi on the sidelines frowned secretly, which was too exaggerated.

But she quickly sootheed again, and it's good that there will never be a lifeless undead here again. Because of Lao Geng, she is indeed helpless with Gu Aotian and the Bone Saint Yue, but the rest of the undead are within range.

People looked at Anne with great sympathy. Under the pressure of the holy light, Anne's body seemed so fragile.

"Let her admit defeat!" Jenny grabbed Gu Aotian's arm in desperation, "I don't want to see what's happening later..."

Gu Aotian was unmoved and was still in the running-up position. All Pakar's actions were expected by Daliya, without any surprises.

On the field, Anne looked at the taller Holy Light Fortress, not in a hurry at all. She walked forward with elegant steps, even a little light, her eyes turned red, and her staff waved her hand: "Fireball."

Another wave of his backhand: "Fireball."

Then, her staff, like the baton in the symphony orchestra's commander, drew an artistic arc and ended with winding: "Or, fireball."

Everyone was even more stunned. In addition to the holy light, fire is undoubtedly the energy that the undead is afraid of, and the energy that the undead is the most unlikely to master. They are ready to witness a series of undead's special skills such as Shadow Step, Shadow Arrow, Shadow Erosion, etc., but this undead, she fires the ball?

Three fireballs, the first one was only the size of a fist, but the last one was worth Pakar's size.

"Pearl Fireball?" Dazhuang covered his head in surprise, "The undead energy-shaping mage? No, no, there is no such rank. The undead can only control dark energy unless it is as strong as a lich to energize the body."

Exclamations were everywhere, and they watched the three fireballs slowly pounce on Pakar, their trajectories intertwined and hovered like butterflies in love, as if they were performing deliberately.

The Holy Light defeats the shadow, but when the Holy Light touches the fire, it is the best fuel. Priests are usually very polite to the mages who control the fire-type plastic energy. Fortunately, the undead cannot master this.

Pacalben closed his eyes and recited the killing moves, but felt three terrifying fireballs, and could only interrupt them forcibly.

While he was surprised, he felt distressed that the Holy Light Fortress was a fixed spell and could not move with him. The castle he had deployed with huge energy was about to become an excellent burning object.

But he had no choice but to escape. Because of his body size, he was still a little embarrassed.

Soon, three fireballs arrived at the Holy Light Fortress in turn.

The first fireball ignites it.

The second one, breakdown.

The third one, explosion.

The explosion of the Holy Light did not sound, but there were tinnitus. People covered their ears and watched the Holy Light Fortress burning and flying in the flames.

After the dazzling explosion, the fortress has turned into energy dust that is not even considered as ashes.

This scene made everyone frightened and palpitations, and even began to wonder if Anne was a dead soul.

Anne could have raided her sword at this time, but she still walked towards Pakar with elegant steps.

"The facts are in front of you, but the holy light covers your eyes. You look up frequently, but you never see clearly." Anne slowly raised her staff and pointed in the direction of the sun, "That is not the holy light, it is fire."

"Shut up! Undead, you have angered me!" Pakar didn't want to hear a word, his hands were intertwined in front of the headband in a triangle, "Turn into scum, undead - Holy Rage!"

In an instant, his head ring flashed with dazzling light no less than the Holy Light explosion. The Holy Light Arrow then shot out from the center of his hand like a submachine gun, and continued to continue. This majestic light energy even made people feel that it was enough to destroy the Lich.

"Use demonic clothing! Damn these so-called geniuses always use demonic clothing!" Da Zhuang waved his arms and said angrily, "The Holy Light Arrow will spontaneously guide the surrounding dark energy bodies to attack the undead, and the Holy Anger is the Holy Light Arrow hundreds of times. Pakar does not have that much energy, he is using demonic clothing!"

"Save! Save!" Pacal widened his eyes and watched the scene, "Convert, purify, eternal Quelio!"

It is a flawless and pure fanaticism, a belief that comes from life to death.

More than ten holy light arrows locked Anne, leaving a golden trajectory like a missile.

Just as everyone covered their faces again, Annie once again dispelled their worries.
Chapter completed!