Ranking Of Kings: My Land Is SSS Rank

Voodoo Arrow!

This was a magical power. Under the amplification of the staff, the power that erupted was almost double that of normal circumstances.

A magic staff was refined to provide a certain boost when casting magical powers spells, and even to have various strange and wondrous uses. A mage could cast spells without a staff, but the power and speed would be inferior to using a magic staff.

"What a poisonous arrow!" Drunkard's eyes were blurry. Seeing the Voodoo Arrow flying toward him like a stream of light, he suddenly opened his mouth and breathed out a mouthful of alcohol.

Boom!

The moment the breath of alcohol was released, it turned into a ball of blue flames and collided with the Voodoo Arrow. The flame was very spooky. With the penetrating power of the Voodoo Arrow, it should have been able to penetrate the flame.

However, once the Voodoo Arror entered the blazing flames, it seemed to be stuck in a quagmire. It became extremely slow as if it was pulled by some force. Under the burning flames, the green gas on the arrow was burned into ashes, turning into nothingness.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Within the blue flames, sparks flickered and exploded continuously. Berserk power erupted from the sparks and burned the Voodoo Arrow into ashes.

Wine Flame!

The Wine Flame was an extraordinary and magical flame. It used wine as fuel, causing the Wine Flame to have an extremely high temperature. It was like maggots that could tarnish bones. Once one came into contact with the Wine Flame, it would quickly cover the entire body. It was like a raging fire. Even the river water could not extinguish it. It could burn on the water. Moreover, this Wine Flame was tainted with the violence of intense wine. Sparks would explode in the flame, erupting with domineering destructive power.

This kind of Wine Flame was quite overbearing.

However, the lich wasn't afraid at all. It kept waving the staff in its hand.

Bone Spear!

Bone Prison!

Corpse Fire!

In an instant, spells swept over like a tide.

White bones appeared out of thin air and surrounded Drunkard, turning into a hideous White Bone Cage. At the same time, ferocious Bone Spears shot out like lightning, piercing through the air. The tip of the spear was aimed at the vital parts of his body, locking down his entire body and connecting it to his Qi dynamics.

Corpse fire descended from the sky and covered all the space for dodging.

"Good timing!"

Drunkard's eyes shone with a golden light. His body swayed left and right, spinning back and forth in the White Bone Prison as if he would fall drunk in the next second. However, the strange thing was that every time the Bone Spears swept over, they would rush past him. They only touched the corner of his clothes, but not his body. It seemed to be a coincidence every time, but all the Bone Spears were avoided.

Only an idiot would think it was a coincidence.

Pfft!

He picked up the wine gourd, poured a mouthful into his mouth, and spat it out.

The wine poured like a downpour, instantly extinguishing the Corpse Flame that was pouring down. Drops of wine fell on the lich like sharp swords. As soon as the wine touched the lich's body, blue flames immediately burst out, completely covering it.

The lich emitted a dense Corpse Qi that was extremely cold. It wanted to extinguish the flames on its body, but it found that the flames were like maggots in its bones, igniting the Corpse Qi and burning it quickly.

A large amount of wine fell to the ground, and a large area of the Generals' Battle Stage instantly turned into a sea of fire.

"No!"

The lich wanted to fly up into the sky, but it found that it couldn't fly in the blue flames. Sparks kept flashing and exploding in the flames. Terrifying destructive power swept over like a tide. The intense death aura enveloped its body and kept attacking the soul fire in its body.

It wasn't that the Undead wouldn't fear, but that this kind of emotion didn't exist in ordinary Undeads.

However, the Undead powerhouses had already begun to regain their emotions. They would feel afraid.

If the Undead were to die again, they would really be dead. They would never have a chance to live again, and even their true spirits would be gone.

The true spirit was the source of life. The soul would collapse, but the true spirit would reincarnate.

Berserk flames completely engulfed it, and even the lich was burned to ashes in an instant.

This flame was too terrifying.

"I admit defeat!" the lich shouted. At the critical moment, it made a choice that was beneficial to itself.

Shua!

As soon as the lich admitted defeat, an invisible force immediately spread out from the Generals' Battle Stage. The sea of fire that covered the sky and earth instantly dissipated and was extinguished by this force. The flames on the lich's body were also extinguished. Even so, the lich's entire body was charred black, and its skin was torn.

If this continued, it would soon be burned to ashes.

"Luckily you admit defeat quickly!"

Drunkard shook his head when he saw this. It was a pity that he didn't burn the lich to death. However, this was the rule of the Generals' Battle Stage. Once one party admitted defeat, both parties could not continue fighting. One would be considered to have saved one's life in this way.

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and returned in the direction of Li Xiang and the others.

"I won't fight with Drunkard for sure," Wushuang Ghost suddenly said.

"Why?" Hearing this, a trace of curiosity appeared on Pao Ding's face.

"This guy knows how to spit. I'm afraid that he'll spit on my face," Wushuang Ghost said with disdain. Although he was spitting out wine, the moment the wine entered his mouth, he was considered spitting out saliva. It was an outrageous thing to imagine others spitting saliva at him.

Not many could endure it.

Many students had the experience of being spat at by teachers when they were sitting in the front row. When a teacher opened his or her mouth, it was simply like a spring. After a class, one's face would be covered in saliva.

In any case, Wushuang Ghost was extremely disgusted and conflicted about this kind of thing.

Bang!

Hearing this, Drunkard staggered and fell. He hurriedly got up and explained loudly, "That's not saliva. That's wine. Using wine to cast magical powers is even more powerful. That was definitely wine but not saliva!"

He was exasperated as he tried his best to defend himself.

He didn't want anyone to mention him as a saliva monster in the future. If that were the case, it would be torture for him.

"But that came out of your mouth."

Wushuang Ghost still insisted on his stance. He didn't want to get close to this Drunkard. If he was spat in the face, he felt that he would immediately beat him to death. He could not tolerate a man's saliva spitting on his face.

"You..."

Drunkard was so angry that his face turned ugly. He pointed at Wushuang Ghost. His body trembled as he roared, "Wushuang Ghost, don't think I don't know you. Since you want to turn me into a saliva monster, I'll fight you to the death!"

His expression and reaction could be described as beating his chest and stamping his feet as if he was in a rage.

"Alright, Ghost, speak less. Fellow Drunkard, Ghost is straightforward and outspoken. I apologize to you on his behalf. We're on the Generals' Battle Stage for the millions of Human civilians on the oasis now. No matter what, we can't cause chaos among our people and let the other races see us as a joke. Why don't we put it aside for now?"