As time passed, Slytherin had to continue diving into the depths of the desert, but the further down, the closer he was to death.

The hemisphere formed by the flames has penetrated hundreds of meters deep into the earth, and then continues to dive down. The harsh underground environment and huge pressure are beyond the reach of the desert demons.

If you have a little bad luck, it is not impossible to encounter a pulsation underground and be suppressed and killed in the depths of the underground.

Slytherin became more and more afraid. No one wanted to die, especially because he died so frustrated, dying in the abyss, and even falling for a reason that was not a reason at all, that would be even more frustrated...

Dubois, you, a shameful mount, have lost all the face of a human mage. This time, you have been killed by you. How could Mafamerlin know that I am here? Only Dubois, the despicable bastard, knows.

It must be the news that Dubois quietly leaked, which made Mafamerin think that I was going to be against him and wanted to kill him. Then, without saying a word, he came here and burned me to death...

I must not die, damn it, this guy Mafameilin can no longer be provoked, I cannot die so unjustly...

Slytherin kept shaking the sound from the ground and begging for mercy, constantly cursing Dubois, cursing and swearing that he was absolutely not ready to complete the conspiracy with Dubois, at most he would just watch the fun...

When Slytherin was about to be completely despaired, a passage suddenly cracked in the flames that were constantly seeping into the ground above his head. The moment he saw this passage, Slytherin didn't dare to think about whether this was a conspiracy. He rushed to the ground along this flameless passage like crazy.

Feeling the golden red purgatory fire, gray-white corrosive fire, and a large number of orange-yellow high-end elemental flames not far away, Slytherin felt that he was walking on the edge of death. As long as he was slightly contaminated, he would definitely die...

After rushing out of the ground, Slytherin honestly followed the few meters of passage that had cracked in the flames, narrowing his body to the limit, and carefully passing through the passage.

Walking out of the range of the flames, Slytherin collapsed on the sand as if he had exhausted his strength, with his face filled with fear and glory of surviving the disaster.

Lin Yun ignored Slytherin and continued to let Seodus control the Book of Spells to release flames to burn the open-pit sand mine deep in the desert. Endefa controlled the slowly rotating wheel of all dharmas floated out from behind Lin Yun.

Several magical gems inlaid on the Wheel of All Laws were also replaced with the purest crimson heart. The calmness contained violent magic power, and only with the thought of Endefa, a terrifying violent elemental storm would burst out from the Wheel of All Laws to tear Slytherin to pieces.

The moment he saw the Wheel of All Things, Slytherin became even more honest, completely firmly determined his judgment, sat honestly on the ground, not daring to stand up, and then looked at Endefa with a gaze.

"It is quite appropriate for the mage of the quicksand tower to be transformed into a desert demon, but in my impression, those desert demons are all very troublesome guys, just like pure blood flame demons. How can you, a desert demon, be so miserable?

The territory was just such a small desert. Any desert demon lord who came out was almost controlled by a level of abyss that could be ranked, not even those deep courtyard planes that could not be ranked.”
Chapter completed!