The corpse disguised by Rodmas did not even have a trace of death, as clean as a skeleton in the pile of zombies. Gris, who had been prepared, immediately got it.

In the world of endless nothingness, there is no element, so Gris cannot use magic. But in the world of death with a strong aura of death, especially the accumulated land of thousands of corpses like the Sea of ​​Rebirth, Gris can finally show the terrible power of his mobile magic turret again.

When he is in a plane, he must be restricted by the plane laws. Rodmas's strength is inevitably weakened. In terms of familiarity with this plane, he naturally cannot compare with the native Gris. One side is growing and the other side is weakened. The gap between Gris and him is not as huge as that in the void space.

Rodmas, who pounced on the sputtered meat, his breath rose wildly, and his body as gray as if it was inanimate, also burst into dazzling light.

But before he could fully stimulate his power, the dense ball of dead-sleep was overwhelmingly covering him, making his figure involuntarily condense, and his momentum of moving forward disappeared.

Having never fought with Gris in the plane, Rodmas had no intuitive understanding of the power of his intensive attacks. Looking at the fireball sweeping like a fire chain, he was a little stunned. After pausing, Rodmas dodged sideways.

One or two dead-end balls could not be placed in his eyes, but the endless dead-end balls that kept coming out of Gris did not see any sign of stopping at all. Once they were bitten, Rodmas couldn't stand it.

Rodmas' figure was already locked by Gris's gaze. When he began to flash sideways, the dead-rest ball suddenly followed him like his eyes were growing.

However, Rodmas' figure was more flexible. During several irregular twists in the air, no dead ball could hit his body.

But in this way, Rodmas' speed couldn't help but slow down.

Gris was hitting the dead-end ball while falling at a high speed. He completely let his fall speed go without any slowing down. Before Rodmas caught up, he fell directly into the dark fog.

The rolling fog belongs to the terrifying thought. With its strength, it can completely stop the other party at the moment Rodmas takes action. However, the terrifying thought does not do this. No matter for reasons, it means that Gris needs to face the attack of this powerful body of god alone.

With Gris' current ability, it is impossible to resist Rodmas alone. Even if the terrifying thoughts are not ready to take action, he still needs to rely on the other party's power.

The rolling thick fog is composed of agglomerated body in the energy state, and it does not stop Gris from entering at all. When he falls into the army, he will disappear completely.

Rodmas rushed to the thick fog, stopped his body, looked up into the air.

Ankvas's breath came upon him.

The thick fog that had been slowly surging became violent at the moment when Ankvas came, as if countless dark tides were surging below, ready to burst out at any time.

Ankvas' breath broke away from Rodmas's body and condensed into a point in the air.

The powerful energy fluctuations emanated from this point and pressed towards the violent thick fog. The violent thick fog was immediately suppressed much more slowly. Obviously, Ankvas and the plane law have already been fought in a way that ordinary people cannot understand.
Chapter completed!