Chapter 789 (1/2)

Yang Ying'er is also the same. She understands that the real harm she can do to the necromancer can cause very high damage.

The last one is Liu Xinghe. He has the flame wristband, which can add real damage, and also can cause a certain amount of damage to the necromancer.

Although it can't kill the necromancer in a short time, it's enough to suppress it.

And with his speed, the necromancer wants to catch up with him, which is almost a joke, impossible.

Therefore, Yi Xiaofan's arrangement is extremely reasonable.

More than ten members spread out all around. Although they are all slow and cautious, they are also the best.

After all, all the Necromancers present, including Yi Xiaofan, have never met in person.

It's reasonable to be more careful.

Yi Xiaofan, holding the black ice staff, walks in an area. All around him, there is endless darkness. The endless darkness looks like a deep pool of stagnant water, with no end in sight.

In the invisible, it is enough to give people a feeling of extreme depression.

Of course, most of this feeling is still on the body of ordinary members. For Yi Xiaofan, this is nothing.

After all, the strength is strong to a certain extent, for the prediction of danger, as well as for the darkness, there is a certain resistance.

Endless darkness is terrible, but as long as your strength passes, it's nothing.

At the same time, Liu Xinghe, Tang Jingya and Yang Yinger are also careful to go further and further, walking through the dark space.

……

Deep in the dark, inside a small space node with deep color, this is a small dark space.

Among them, a man in a black robe sits on a stone suspended in mid air.

This person's breath is introverted, and he doesn't feel any breath of life, but his whole body is endless surrounded by a sense of lifelessness.

This person is the one who dominates and builds this dark space, which is Yi Xiaofan's target, necromancer.

”Damn, I don't give you any color to see. Do you really think my necromancer will be afraid of you?”

Hoarse voice from the male population, gloomy but also very depressed, with the endless dark space around, it is even more so.

After a rustle, the necromancer stood up from the huge round stone, and then walked forward with a staff like a dead wood.

The shape of this staff is like dead wood. It is curved and has no fixed aesthetic shape. At the top of the staff, there is a head inlaid.

In that head, a ghost fire like substance was burning in it, emitting its own light and heat.

”It's my turn.”

The necromancer gave a hoarse sigh, and then stretched out a dry, immature palm to wipe the void in front of him.

Then, a special wave of space came from it, and a small space door was opened.

The necromancer grinned hoarsely, as if he had already seen several necromancer guards in his future.