Pan Long grabbed the evil spirit closest to him with his left hand.

The spirit body that should have ignored the simple physical attack was grabbed by his fingers, and rippled like water waves, and several clear cracks appeared. His hand stroked by, but these cracks did not disappear, but were preserved. Around the cracks, many new and tiny cracks appeared, like a broken car window glass, cracking towards all sides.

The evil spirit's body trembled suddenly and let out a heart-pounding scream.

Sharofok couldn't help but turn his head to look here, then his eyes lit up and he was amazed.

"It turned out to be a barbarian!" he said, "You really have the idea to find a barbarian to be your helper. When they started mad, they didn't recognize anyone. They would fight anyone who they saw."

Ge Li'an did not answer, and he had no energy to chat with others now.

Shalofok didn't mind speaking stand-up comedy, but he was happy to show his calmness in this way: "Why are you delaying so much? I hope to wait until the great sage of Shadow Valley arrives? Don't fantasize, he can't come so quickly."

"Want to know why? Of course, some people don't want him to disrupt the situation. This world is big, bigger than the biggest we know. There are always people who want to do things like this and that, and there are always people who want to stop others from doing things. No one can really do whatever they want." Sharofok, who said this, looked like a philosopher or bard, but his rapid attack did not stop. "In such a world, we have no choice but to keep moving forward and keep moving upward. Every step forward, you can do more things, and fewer people can stop you until..."

Instead of finishing the words "until" the latter, he ended with a mysterious smile.

During the time he was talking, the screams rang out several times in a row. The evil spirits were killed one by one by Pan Long, without any resistance.

The four-star fighting with empty hands and specialization gave his hands a power similar to a magic weapon, which could damage the spirits that were not afraid of swords, and the effect was very good.

But Sharofok didn't care at all that these evil spirits were destroyed. To him, these evil spirits were just consumables at their fingertips. If you find a slum or prison, there were always enough people who died with resentment, waiting to be transformed into evil spirits.

If he wanted to, he could form an army of evil spirits in ten or eight days.

It’s just that being too eye-catching will attract some strong people he cannot deal with, and things like evil spirits cannot give him the benefits that are enough to take such risks.

He brought these evil spirits to him not expecting them to help him fight, but to search and round up.

Sure enough, before Pan Long could kill all the evil spirits around him, Ai Meng's screams came out of the woods.

"Oh my God! What are these things! Get out of here! Stay away from me!"

Immediately afterwards, she and Chanem escaped in a panic. Behind the two, there were more than a dozen transparent figures chasing them.

Sharofok laughed happily: "Grien, have you seen it? They can't run away!"

Ge Li'an, who had been silent, finally spoke and sighed deeply.

"Chanem, Aimmon, Pan is violent now. Don't be too close to him, let alone make any attacks or guard against him." He said, "When he ends up with the rage, you will be weak. Remember to treat him with the best bottle of potion."

"Okay." Chanem replied.

Ai Meng said a lot more. She asked sharply in a very quick tone: "What's going on? Ge Li'an! We are all going to be killed! Goblins, werewolves, ogres, and ghosts! Oh my God! Who did we provoke? Why did they treat us like this! We are just ordinary residents living next to the library!"

Speaking of the back, she was almost screaming - because the evil spirits chasing from behind were getting closer and closer.

The road in the woods was not wide. Not far away from the two of them was Pan who was violent and rebellious, and not far behind them were more than a dozen evil spirits who were chasing each other. It was a dilemma that there were wolves in front and tigers in the back.

As a teenage girl, Ai Meng finally couldn't help screaming under this situation.

Her screams were crisp and bright, containing fear and anger. If you go to a horror movie, this scream alone would be enough to make the director look at her differently - it is probably not OK to play the heroine, but it is fine to play a passerby A, B, C and D who died in the middle, and to set off the atmosphere at the right time.

But screaming can't solve the problem, whether it's in horror movies or in actual combat.

The scream of the evil spirit's dying has some magical power, which can cause the enemy to suffer a mental blow, and may even cause a cardiac arrest and die directly on the spot - of course that is not something that ordinary evil spirits can do, only very strong evil spirits can do it. There is a very powerful spell named "The Banshee Howl".

Chanem and Emon once wanted to get closer to Panlong, but the screams of evil spirits from time to time made them feel in pain and could only retreat. If the attack range of such screams was not large, they might have even been knocked to the ground.

Pan Long was not affected at all. He was in a violent state and was not afraid of such an attack at all. Not to mention a mere evil spirit, even the terrifying banshee who could kill everyone in the courtyard with a scream could not kill him with a scream.

When a barbarian is violent, he is not even a divine healing force. If you want to scare him to death? First of all, you must be able to restore his feeling of "fear".

It's like a natural deaf man, you can't explain to him what "beautiful music" is.

Although he only had one left hand to use, he could kill the evil spirits with just one hand, so he could not resist it. The evil spirits were not moving fast, and he could not even run away when he was violent.

He grabbed the head of an evil spirit with one claw, and Pan Long used an attack method like Mei Chaofeng to pinch the evil spirit's head into a ball of smoke, and then the smoke dissipated, and the evil spirit's entire body also dissipated.

He looked around and saw that there were no evil spirits around him.

The bright red eyes, full of murderous aura, looked around, and the first thing they saw was Sharofok.

Even though Sharofok was stared at by those murderous and irrational eyes, he couldn't help but feel a little worried.

He is not a fledgling rookie. He knows that the crazy barbarian is an extremely dangerous opponent. Even if his strength is much higher than the opponent, he may accidentally turn over and be pulled by them to die together.

This kind of thing is not uncommon. The ancient countries that were captured by the barbarians, the martial arts masters and spells who died under the axes and spears of the barbarian berserkers... are all bloody examples.

But his eyes swept across the battlefield, but he smiled with confidence.

The distance between me and the barbarian is much further than the distance between the evil spirits under my command and the barbarian.

Sure enough, Pan Long looked around and soon his eyes stopped at the evil spirits chasing Chanem and Aimeng.

Then, he roared and rushed towards these evil spirits, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, making it easy to kill.

Chanem and Aimun were so scared that their heartbeat almost stopped as he passed by him. But they finally remembered Ge Li's advice, suppressed their fear and stood there motionless.

Sure enough, Pan Long ignored them at all and rushed directly over them.

Seeing Pan Long fighting with the evil spirits, Ai Meng breathed a sigh of relief and said with lingering fear: "It was so scary just now! I simply thought a giant dragon rushed over!"

"He's strong," Chanem said.

"It's very strong, but it's so scary!"

"A powerful companion will not be terrible, but will only be reliable."

Emon was speechless by Chanem, shook his head and gave up the argument.

From childhood to adulthood, she never beat Chanem in serious debates, and gradually became a habit.

"What should we do now?" she asked, "Go to help Ge Li'an?"

Ge Li'an immediately replied: "Don't come over! This is not a battle that you can intervene!"

Chanem sighed, he was also a little confused now.

They cannot help Pan Long's battle, otherwise they will easily be injured by accident; they cannot help Ge Li's battle, and the aftermath of the battle between the two sides may kill them.

For a moment, this young man who was the most capable of fighting among the young men in the candlestick was a little distressed.

(If I'm stronger...If I can have more power...)

There seemed to be a voice whispering in his heart, but when he wanted to search, it disappeared without a trace.

In the battle on the other side, Ge Li'an affected the speed of casting because of the few words just now, and was chased by Shalofok a little embarrassedly. Whenever he built a layer of magic protection, Shalofok could break it in a very short time. He could only build the next layer of protection at the fastest speed, and he could not spare his spare energy to fight back.

If he hadn't foreseeed a fierce battle, he had prepared many useful methods temporarily. The spells he had prepared in daily life would have been exhausted and died under the opponent's sword.

Seeing Sharofok seemed like a bull, always able to tear his shield, trap or summons apart, he couldn't help but sigh.

(It's so good to be young!)

He felt that if he could be ten or eight years younger, he might not be so embarrassed.

At least, the speed of chanting spells and casting will be slightly faster...

He waved his crutch again, and the spell pre-engraved in it was automatically cast, turning into a portal of voids. A huge heavenly bear flashed with white light and rushed out roaring.

This is the most powerful method he has prepared. An ordinary heavenly bear is enough to fight against the most elite knights in various kingdoms and even gain the upper hand. The one he summoned is an additional strengthening. Moreover, it has considerable resistance to all evil spells and is extremely tenacious in vitality.

(I hope I can get enough time!)

Looking at the guy who was obviously bigger than the ordinary heavenly bear, Shalofok showed a solemn look for the first time.

But he also knew that this was almost Ge Li'an's trump card. As long as this guy was cut down, Ge Li'an would have no choice but to do anything.

So he roared, swung his sword and rushed forward.
Chapter completed!