Chapter 47 The arrival of crisis

"Sure enough, they launched a sneak attack on Hodge and others first, just as I expected." Sean's whole body was suddenly wrapped in black light, and he rushed towards Patrick and another middle-level god at the fastest speed.

As the controllers of the magic circle that once restrained Patrick, the results of the joint efforts of these six people are a huge threat to any middle-level god, even greater than the threat posed by Sean who can fight against a middle-level god.

Because even though Sean is strong, his speed cannot match that of a middle-level god. Even if there are many other lower-level gods to help him, a middle-level god can run and use guerrilla warfare.

As long as you are careful, not only will there be no risk of falling, but you may be able to use speed + soul attack to deal with others one by one.

But this magic circle is different. Once you are entangled by it, other lower-level gods will come to attack, and even the powerful middle-level gods will die on the spot.

The six of them actually knew this and were very careful about it on a daily basis. They also had other tricks, so they could protect themselves even if they were ambushed by Patrick.

Unexpectedly, there were two middle-level gods who came to attack this time, and the attack power of another one was even higher than that of Patrick.

"Everyone, come closer together, and then attack Patrick with your souls." Mi Piao Zheng said directly through voice transmission.

The two middle-level gods attacked together, which was beyond their expectations. Now that they had lost the magic circle that could trap the middle-level gods, the crisis became even greater for all of them.

The only way is to get rid of one person first. Once one person is killed, the other one will have to face the siege of more than 20 lower-level gods, and he will have no choice but to run away.

"Haha, let's kill happily." Gaelic laughed.

Seeing the crowd coming to surround him, he was not afraid at all. Before taking action, they knew the location of the god-level masters in Qingyue City very well, and they also knew that once they took action, they would be surrounded soon.

However, after solving the problem of the magic circle of light that gave him a headache, let alone the two middle-level gods now, even if he was alone, he would not be afraid of more than 20 lower-level gods, especially since most of them were just ordinary lower-level gods who were refining their godhead.

White mist was seen spreading out from Gaelic, and soon covered an area of ​​several miles in radius, and all the lower gods who had rushed over were also enveloped.

"Cold!" This is the feeling everyone had after entering the white mist. Not only did their bodies feel a little numb, but even their souls seemed to have been frozen, and their reactions slowed down.

"Is this the sharp mystery of ice?" It was also the first time that Sean saw a water-type warrior perform this move.

The lower-level female water god he met before had only comprehended the most ordinary mysteries of the water element. Even if she had become an independent god, she would be vulnerable in front of Sean.

With the broken soul defense main artifact and his own half-fused mystical secrets, the fog around him had almost no effect on him.

Of course, this may also be because this is a group-wide attack. Even if it is performed by a middle-level god who has integrated the profound mysteries, it is impossible to seriously affect so many lower-level gods.

Although there were some obstacles, at such a close distance, the god-level strongmen of the Holy See of Light still came near Patrick and the others. Everyone didn't waste any words and directly attacked Patrick with the strongest soul. Similarly, more than 20 god domains also covered Patrick.
“Hmph.” No matter how arrogant Patrick was, he didn’t dare to take on the soul attacks of more than 20 lower-level gods alone, even if they were lower-level gods who had refined their godhood.

His figure flashed slightly, and several afterimages appeared in the air. The entire space was filled with his aura. Gaelic, who was beside him, instantly fired more than a dozen green rays of light from his brows. These were his soul attacks. "Swoosh~" The soul attacks of both sides collided in the air. Neither side was absolutely strong, but even if there was still a little left to attack the other side, both the power and speed were greatly reduced, and there was no threat to either side.

As for the other ten soul attacks, Patrick easily dodged seven of them. The other two were also offset by his soul attacks. Only the last one hit him, but it had no effect at all.

A middle-level god who has become an independent god by practicing the rules of death is not afraid of the soul attack of a lower-level god at all and can easily resist it.

"Hahaha, you guys are indeed numerous, but it's a pity that I don't dare to come close. Otherwise, it would be really difficult for me to avoid you!" Patrick laughed wantonly.

Mi Piaozheng, who was right in front of him, had a dark face. Although they had an absolute advantage in numbers, no one dared to get too close.

Because the person closest to him is very likely to be killed instantly in one move, and the opponent can do this whether it is a soul attack or a physical attack.

This also resulted in no one daring to get close, and if the distance was too far, the power of the divine domain and the time required for soul attacks would be longer, and the power would be reduced.

But there is no way, everyone values ​​​​his life. Even if he is obsessed with Piao Zheng, he dare not get close. What reason does he have to ask others?

Theory is always theory. In reality, a dozen lower-level gods will be defeated when encountering a middle-level god, unless they are truly fearless of death. But such people are probably rare unless they have a deep hatred.

"What a powerful soul attack." Sean looked at Gaelic beside Patrick with great fear.

A middle-level god is more than ten times stronger than a lower-level god. This is a relative value, not that their soul, speed, physical attack and defense are all more than ten times stronger. In real life, if your soul is hit by five or six powerful lower-level gods, you will probably suffer the consequences.

But the one in front of him, his soul attack is divided into more than a dozen parts, and the attack power of each part is comparable to that of a lower-level god, although some of them are refined godhead.

"Are you Sean?" Gaelic looked at Sean and said, "My name is Gaelic, and I'm from the South China Sea. I heard that you're just over a hundred years old this year. A genius like you deserves to know my name."

"Galek?" Mi Piaozheng and others' faces changed drastically. Although they lived in Zhongyuan Continent, they still knew about the masters of the South China Sea.

Gaelic is one of the greatest middle-level gods in the South China Sea. Not only does he have extremely high cultivation, but his original form is also a water-based divine beast. Even Jinhuo, the guardian of the plane, has to give him some respect.

"I've heard of you." Sean nodded. In the past few decades in the Holy See of Light, he didn't just practice, he knew many masters in the Zhongyuan plane.

"Okay, I want to meet you too." Gaelic suddenly flashed and appeared above Sean, then punched him hard.

Wherever the fist wind went, zigzag ripples appeared in the space, attacking Sean first.

(End of this chapter)