Seer: I, Miris, have no obstacles in my evolution

Don’t think that tens of thousands of undead are a small number. You should know that most of these undead were members of the Soul Forger when they were alive.

With the secret method of the Soul Forger, the strength of these undead is not low, at least surpassing that of ordinary elves. Among them are many Soul Kings whose names have never been revealed.

In addition, when the undead are resurrected, they gain one of the branches of the power of chaos, the power of the dead, which can greatly enhance the power of the undead.

Therefore, the combat effectiveness of this undead army is terrifying. Although it is not as good as the Holy Light Alliance, what Miris's side lacks most on the ancient battlefield at this time is manpower.

What's more, more undead are constantly being produced in the Thousand Souls Fortress. Miris knows that he must take care of it, otherwise they will definitely be defeated and may not survive today.

"Wheel of Halo!"

Thinking of this, Mires immediately turned around, the halo on his side was covered with light, and then he broke through the air, intertwined with the undead army, and tried his best to block the advance of the undead army.

Due to the previous excessive consumption, Miris did not have enough energy to convert into the power of the Holy Spirit to maintain the Holy Spirit posture, and could only attack in the form of King Miris.

Don’t talk to me about endless energy. Miris’ endless energy is too small, and the speed of energy recovery is not enough to sustain Miris’ current battle.

In other words, when one's strength reaches the level of Miris, endless energy will not be of much use, otherwise it would not be the turn of Seer to open the Eye of the Universe.

However, the size of the Undead Army was too huge, and even when Miris was fighting to the death, he was unable to cause much damage to the Undead Army.

Coupled with the undead that continued to be produced by the Thousand Souls Fortress, the entire undead army suffered almost no noticeable losses.

Miris's body was hunched in mid-air, and the hand holding Tianyang was trembling slightly. It was only a matter of time before he fell down.

Should he use the power of creation in advance? Miris couldn't help but wonder, but if he used the power of creation at this time, he would lose his trump card in the war of order.

But if we don’t use it, how can we get out of the current predicament?

At this moment, An Yao Mo Yu suddenly rushed towards Miris with the Dark Sun Demon Sword in his hand, and his attack was fierce and sharp.

Miris was a little confused for a moment. He thought that even if An Yao Mo Yu was not on the same front with him, he would at least let go when he could no longer threaten the other party.

"Although I am grateful that you spared my life last time, I will never betray the Demon Lord."

An Yao Mo Yu did not explain much and immediately started fighting with Miris.

"What do you mean? Tell me if you're a friend or an enemy!"

Miris was gradually confused by An Yao Mo Yu's behavior, and asked with a little anger.

It was because An Yao Mo Yu looked like he was ready to fight him to the death, but in fact he was not serious at all. Even if Miris accidentally revealed a flaw, he had no intention of chasing him.

You must know that after a series of battles, Miris's strength has been reduced to only one tenth of what it was before, and without using the power of creation, Miris is only slightly stronger than An Yao Mo Yu.

According to common sense, Miris should have been defeated long ago, but the current situation is that not only does he not have any spots, but he seems to be in a state of ease.

An Yao Mo Yu did not answer, and his attacking movements did not stop at all. Although his attack seemed fierce, he actually left ways to survive everywhere.

Miris gradually saw through An Yao Mo Yu's purpose, and the other party was actually protecting him.

If An Yao Mo Yu did not take action, Miris would definitely continue to stop the undead army, and the final outcome would be a tragic death at the hands of the undead army.

If An Yao Mo Yu pretended to fight with Mires, he could not only prevent Mires from being killed by the undead army, but also eliminate the suspicion that An Yao Mo Yu was slacking off to a certain extent.

However, even though Miris figured out An Yao Mo Yu's true purpose, he did not feel the slightest bit happy.

Because as time went on, the undead army once again surrounded the elven kings, and no matter how hard Marcius and Canglan fought, they were ultimately defeated.

After all, two fists are no match for four hands, and their condition has already been weakened to the extreme under the layers of pressure.

Gradually, even the two of them fell to the ground, and the fallen elven kings were attacked by the undead army one after another.

Suddenly, just as an undead with the strength of Soul King stretched out his butcher knife towards Holy Light Scarlett, a blazing flame suddenly appeared.

The flames transformed into a lotus of fire, and as the lotus blossomed, it forcefully repelled the undead surrounding it.

The undead looked up and saw Irons covered in blazing flames. The flames formed a path under his feet, and he was walking towards them step by step.

The eyes of the undead looking at all this reflected the existence that covered everything here - flames, endless flames.

"The pure fire of the world will burn away all the demons in the world, and a spark of fire is enough to start a prairie fire!"

"The fire of karma burns the sky, but the unstained heart lamp is like the moon. Wherever the lonely peak points, the dawn will come."

Irons muttered to himself, his mind extremely determined. In an instant, flames rose, the aura rose steadily, and the raging flames covered the surroundings.

The next moment, as the flame turned into a pillar of fire and shot up, Ains, bathed in the flame, finally realized the immortal nature of the flame and achieved a breakthrough.

He evolved into the Immortal Ains, the immortal king of fire. His strength was also at the top level of the Elf King, at least no less than the self-breakthrough forms of Glory and Arslan. However, some people think that he is the goalkeeper of the top level of the Elf King.

Immortal Irons is wearing a cloak that flutters like flames, covered with golden armor, and a pair of scorching flaming wings spread out, shining with the flaming cloak, like a phoenix returning from the fire.

The elf companion Ryan behind him became taller as Ains evolved. He wore a golden helmet, had horns on both sides, and a pair of round arm armor on his arms.

"You have succeeded in irritating me. I will burn you to ashes with the purest fire in the world, King Scorching Wind!"

Immortal Irons looked back at Holy Light Scarlett who had barely regained consciousness, and then flames erupted from his pupils. The surging fire energy wrapped around his body and continuously gathered into the body of his elf partner Ryan.

The next moment, the flames that made up Ryan's body burned more fiercely, turning him into a fire giant. The giant shook his arms, and the two arm armors turned into darts and whizzed out.

Wherever the arm armor passed, everything was covered in flames that exerted maximum destructive power.

A large army of undead was instantly enveloped by blazing flames. What was creepy was that the undead that came into contact with the flames stood still as if they were under a spell, allowing the flames to burn them to ashes, and the flames on their bodies also fell on other undead around them.

The flames spread little by little, and in the blink of an eye the surroundings turned into a sea of ​​fire.

This sea of ​​fire is a sign of destruction for the undead army, but a ray of hope for the elven kings.