Seal of God: Crossing the Snake Demon God, Devouring Evolution

Deep in the Tower of Aion, Chen Ying'er's eternal melody is like a medal chain that exudes a mysterious atmosphere. The nine skulls hanging on it are like nine evil stars, emitting a gloomy and strange atmosphere, as if telling the tragedy and glory of past battles.

At this time, only three of the Twelve Holy Guards have not yet been conquered by the Ragnarok Demon Hunters. They are like three towering, steep and dangerous mountains, ruthlessly blocking the Demon Hunters' path forward and becoming a huge obstacle for them to reach higher peaks.

At this moment, the six members of the Ragnarok Demon Hunters gathered here. Their eyes were like sharp hawks, tightly locked on the powerful and frightening opponent in front of them - Saint Guardian No. 3.

Holy Guard No. 3, this ninth-order domain-level mage of the wind element, was like the God of Storms descended to the earth. He stood quietly in the core area of ​​the battlefield, emitting a cold aura that could freeze the soul, making people afraid to approach him.

His cultivation is already infinitely close to the peak realm of the third level of the ninth stage, and the inner spiritual power in his body is like a surging, vast and boundless ocean.

A tremendous amount of energy, amounting to about 290,000, is constantly surging in his body, as if it could create a huge wave at any time and completely drown any enemy who dared to challenge him.

The territory he controlled was like an indestructible, invisible and shadowless mysterious fortress, which not only provided him with all-round protection, but also enabled his combat power to soar exponentially, reaching a terrifying level that terrified the world.

I saw that Holy Guard No. 3 was holding a green staff tightly in his hand. Mysterious runes flickered and jumped on the staff, as if silently telling the ancient mystery of the wind element between heaven and earth.

As he muttered to himself, a series of obscure spells came out of his mouth. In an instant, the space of thirty meters around him was instantly shrouded in a deep blue color.

Then, the green color quickly changed its shape and turned into an incomparably huge, rapidly rotating vortex. The speed of its rotation was beyond the imagination of ordinary people, as if it could swallow up everything in the world.

This is his domain, an independent world constructed entirely by the power of wind. In this world, the power of wind is brought to its peak.

Although the instantaneous explosive power of wind magic may be slightly inferior to the scorching and violent power of fire magic.

However, in terms of the ultimate pursuit of speed and continuous attack capability, it demonstrates a powerful advantage that is difficult for other types of magic to achieve.

It is like a never-ending, all-pervasive storm that can ruthlessly tear into pieces any enemy who dares to break into it, leaving no trace.

Covered by this green area, if the enemy attacks rashly, it will be like being trapped in a huge and terrifying meat grinder.

As the vortex spins at an insanely high speed, the force of the attack will be quickly stripped away and ruthlessly weakened until it finally collapses and dissipates completely, turning into nothingness.

On the other hand, Holy Guard No. 3 was like a fish in water in his own domain, as if he had received the personal protection and favor of the God of Wind.

Every wind blade he released contained a terrifying force that was enough to tear apart space, as if it could cut through the sky, making it impossible for people to defend themselves against it.

The six members of the Ragnarok Demon Hunters knew very well that the difficulty of this battle was beyond their imagination, but there was no fear or retreat in their eyes, and they attacked at the same time with determination.

However, Saint Guard No. 3 was no ordinary person. He was extremely cunning and intelligent, and knew that it was not wise to confront these five strong men head-on. Therefore, he relied on his exquisite control of the domain, like a nimble ghost, constantly roaming and dodging on the battlefield, and cleverly used the power of the domain to continuously wear down the combat effectiveness of the demon hunters.

After all, the energy required to maintain such a powerful and almost heaven-defying domain is extremely enormous, especially to withstand the fierce attack of five powerful men with ninth-level combat power. Even a powerful existence like the Holy Guard No. 3 dare not be careless or slack.

In the past few days, Cai'er and others have had several fierce and brutal battles with the Saint Guard III.

In these life-and-death battles, they gradually figured out the strength of their opponents and the various fighting methods they were good at, and gradually formed a set of effective coping strategies in their hearts.

This time, when they faced the Saint Guardian III again, there was a gleam of confidence and determination in their eyes, as if the balance of victory had begun to slowly tilt towards them.

On the battlefield, the situation changes rapidly, like the sea in a storm, with unpredictable changes.

Suddenly, a black shadow suddenly appeared from the dark abyss, as fast as lightning. It was Cai'er.

She was nimble and agile, like a black cheetah. Holding the Grim Reaper's scythe that exuded the breath of death, she carried an indomitable momentum and slashed across the neck of the Holy Guard No. 3 as swiftly as a black lightning.

That extremely fierce blow seemed to have condensed all her strength and firm determination. If it really hit the target, the powerful force contained in it would be enough to easily chop off the proud head of the Holy Guardian No. 3, separating its head and body in an instant.

However, Saint Guard No. 3 is, after all, a top-notch warrior who has experienced hundreds of battles and countless life and death tests.

At the moment Cai'er made her move, although he was startled in his heart and his body's reaction was a little flustered, the rich combat experience he had accumulated over the years came in handy at this critical moment, allowing him to immediately make the most correct response.

I saw an invisible and intangible wind passing quickly across the surface of his body. The wind seemed to be endowed with life and spirituality, like an invisible huge palm, with an irresistible strong repulsive force, instantly blowing Cai'er's figure away like a cannonball.

Relying on its sharp reflexes and powerful strength, Saint Guard III successfully avoided the fatal blow and temporarily escaped from the dangerous situation.

But is Cai'er someone who would give up so easily?
From the very beginning, she was not naive enough to expect that she could completely kill the Holy Guard No. 3 with just this one strike.

She was well aware of the power and terror of the Saint Guard III, and her attack was only the first step in the entire battle plan.

The purpose is only to divert the opponent's attention for a moment, thereby causing his control over the area to loosen and weaken temporarily.

And at this moment, an extremely terrifying sword intent suddenly erupted on the battlefield without any warning.

The sword's will seemed to be able to penetrate endless time and space, reaching deep into the soul, and actually tore a tiny, almost imperceptible hole in the seemingly indestructible, impregnable domain of Saint Guardian III. (End of this chapter)