And the moment he stepped into the passage between the two realms, Yuna suddenly looked back. Tyrion didn't know what the little ghost saw, but he only heard Yuna scream.

"Nur! You are finally here to help us! Wait for me...I will save you!"

Then he felt Yuna jump off his shoulder and run towards the darkness behind. The moment Tyrion turned his head, he happened to see the scene of Yuna being swallowed by the darkness while running.

"No! Yuna! Come back! Girl, come back quickly!"

Tyrion shouted loudly, but he could no longer see Yuna's figure. The moment the "guide" jumped into the darkness, the path leading to the world under Tyrion's feet immediately collapsed, and he seemed to have fallen into an endless shadow.

In the abyss, there was thick dark mist to the left and right, the shadows were silent, and dementors of different shapes were staring at him.

The cold gaze made Tyrion tighten his grip on the heavy weapon in his hand. He was panting like a living person. How long had it been since he had been so embarrassed?

"Your will is wavering, Tyrion...you are failing."

The gloomy voice of Apocalypse sounded in Tyrion's ears with undisguised gloating. This unruly bastard weapon always thought that Tyrion's act of taking advantage of the situation was a shame for it, but now, its only

The master is about to die in battle at the intersection of the two worlds. After Tyrion's death, Apocalypse can be sure that he will regain "freedom".

"Shut up!"

Lord Darkblade swung his bone sword and knocked the charging Dementor to the ground. His own movements also staggered a bit. Between the weak dodges, a Dementor strangely emerged from the darkness at Tyrion's feet.

Climbing out, it let out a silent evil laugh, stretched out its disgusting hands, and grabbed Tyrion's left foot.

The moment he was contacted by the dementors, Tyrion seemed to be thrown directly into the ice and snow at minus 100 degrees. His already obscure thinking seemed to be frozen at this moment, and the energy in his body

, those extremely weak energies were also partially taken away by the dementors.

Those monsters, the monsters in the darkness were like roaring beasts. Taking advantage of Tyrion's loss of defense, they "passed" through Tyrion's body in a cheerful manner, like ghosts.

, every time he passes through it, it will take away part of the great lord's energy, and make his frozen mind become even more sluggish.

If this continues, in less than 30 seconds, Tyrion will fall into eternal silence due to the extinguishing of the soul fire.

With difficulty, he touched the storage ring with his finger under the attack of the dementors. This action took him nearly 10 seconds. The moment his finger touched the dark ring, a large package of bottles

The jar appeared in his hand, and then fell to the ground. The potions scattered in all directions. Tyrion gritted his teeth, raised the bone sword in his hand in slow motion, and then smashed it at the foot of the

On the golden medicine bottle.

"Wow"

The concentrated holy water collided with the extreme negative energy at this moment, and it was like bursting out with endless fire, like a golden bonfire being ignited, scaring away the cheerful dementors, who kept coming back.

Withdrawing, the surrounding earth became clear again, like black mud surging.

Tyrion, whose whole body was covered with frost, sat down on the ground. He tremblingly picked up the Shadow Protection Potion, twisted it away, and poured it into his mouth.

"Fuh...fuh, it's really dangerous, it's almost...it's glorious to be almost..."

"Tyrion! Are you okay?"

Yuna's shout also sounded at this moment, and Tyrion responded feebly. The next moment, Yuna's figure jumped out from the darkness that led to nowhere, and hit Tyrion like a cannonball.

In Tyrion's arms, the little ghost had no idea what kind of terrible experience her running around had brought to Tyrion. She was currently in Tyrion's arms, and gave herself the things in her hands with a happy look on her face.

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