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"Puchi-!" While spewing a mouthful of black blood, Sal felt a strange magic energy forcefully interrupting his spell!

Its face twisted in fury.

What the heck was that?!

Before it could think, the huge sword swept across its waist, even cutting the ocean-like black clouds behind him that weren't fully scattered into two halves.

If Demon Spirit Sal hadn't ducked in time, the sword would have cut it into two halves as well!

Fighting two peak saint-level masters at the same time, Demon Spirit Sal was at a complete disadvantage.

"How can it be...?!" These people's combat strength went beyond its expectation. After all, it had consumed lots of energy and effort to kill the old orc king.

Now that the orc king was resurrected, Demon Spirit Sal's remaining energy was obviously not enough to deal with the old orc. Besides, it was shocked by its opponent's strange spells, which were simple but very effective.

"Retreat!" In this instant, all it could think of was this word.

As an ultimate master, Demon Spirit Sal carried out its thought in one breath. Hovering in the sky, it inhaled deeply, and the big cloak that covered its body bulged into a huge black ball.

Even from the distance, people could feel the destructive energy that it contained.

"No!" The First Elder of the Elf Clan immediately waved his staff, and a tremendous force shot out from his staff and transformed into a huge water barrier, engulfing everyone in the area.

In the next moment, the destructive energy erupted like a volcano and swept across the sky and the land, turning everything that it touched, including the trees, soil, and the soldiers of the Shadow Legion, into dust!

Even the pale blue water barrier shook under its force and eventually collapsed.

A black shadow instantly fled to the distance at a speed undetectable by the naked eyes.

...

After clearing the remaining forces of the Shadow Legion, the orcs, dwarves, and elves looked a bit disappointed.

"It got away."

"It can't get away." Looking at the direction that Demon Spirit Sal fled, Mr. Fang said casually.

"Huh? Sir, you got an idea?!" Some elves walked up to him and stared at him as if he was Doraemon.

...

Meanwhile, on the other battleground.

The figure riding on the Shadow Demon Dragon still hovered high in the sky.

It looked as if it was a demonic god dominating over the whole battleground.

...

Nations Summit was a grand palace. The ultimate masters projected their images in the elegant rooms on the top level of the palace, and in the center of the hall was the Spiritual Spell Visual Projection showing the whole battleground.

A group of people were watching it avidly.

The battle was entering a fierce stage, and the humans had obviously obtained the upper hand.

"Elf Queen, Your Majesty." Dressed in a spotless white sorcerer's robe, St. Dulan said with a smile, "If your elves don't come now, this war will soon come to an end under the leadership of our Judgement Godly Palace."

"After that, history will always remember our great achievement," Saint Dulan laughed.

"Huh?" From the lofty throne, a pair of beautiful eyes looked down.