Between each wave of invasions, half an hour is separated by the main world.

In the divine realm, it is seven days.

This is to give students a certain buffer time for their beliefs and races.

The second wave of invading races is the second-order race wilderness werewolf.

At this time, Liu Zaiyuan stared at Lu Yan's divine realm early.

After all, he was worried that this student with good theoretical assessment would cause him something.

With the swelling of fog.

A group of werewolfs who were more than one meter tall, nearly two meters tall, and had their legs standing upright roared and rushed out.

The brown hair is standing upright, blood-red eyes, and the huge open mouth is full of saliva.

They held a flail of more than one meter long in their hands and waved it. The Stark Fish Demon, whose average height was only about one meter three or four, could not withstand such damage at all.

【Race Interface】

【Race】:Wild Gnoll

【Category】: Subhuman

【Level】: Second-level (attack warrior)

【Profession】: Warrior

【Talent】: Crazy Blood, adapt to the environment

【Skill】: Bloodthirsty Howling

【Special】: flail mastery lv4, hunt lv2, run lv3

【Physical Constitution】: 12 points (stamina is their biggest defect!)

【Strength】: 14 o'clock (their power increases after long-term use of flails)

【Agility】: 17 points (speed is their proud strength!)

【Psychological】: 9 points (you can learn basic shaman spells)

[Evaluation]: Ordinary second-level races have good combat capabilities and can barely be regarded as cannon fodder.

"So, let me see, your understanding of the clergy! Can you create miracles!"

Thinking of this, Liu Zaiyuan shook his head again.

"Forget it, what am I thinking about? How could a weak non-combat race in the first-level battle race be able to win against a second-level battle race?"

"Unless there is a remote attack!"

"Otherwise, relying solely on the suppression of attributes and body shape, when these gnolls rushed to the Stark fish and fell into close combat, it would be a massacre!"

"But, who doesn't have any thoughts!"

"You are in the first wave, and you are half a second faster than Zhongli, and you can't declare your failure in the second wave!"

If Liu Zaiyuan remembers correctly.

Lu Yan's clergy should be [Long Night] [High Snow] [Cold Wind]

Although these three clergy combined are not very destructive, they have a very great auxiliary effect on combat.

As long as Lu Yan has a good understanding of the clergy.

With suitable terrain, such as mountains, it may really defeat the wilderness werewolves.

Thinking to himself, Liu Zaiyuan looked at Lu Yan's divine realm.

"?" Liu Zaiyuan was stunned.

It's right at the location of the Divine Realm Channel.

More than 190 Stark fish demons are lined up.

"Does this guy want to fight with the wilderness jackal on the plain?"

A strong attack warrior is on the plain, once the charge approaches the enemy.

Its terrifying impact is not something that these weak first-level races can resist.

But the next moment, Liu Zaiyuan suddenly widened his eyes.

Stark Fish Demon Elder Lena, standing in front.

On his left and right are the fish demons arranged in lines.

When the wilderness werewolf rushed out of the divine realm channel.

They roared angrily, with a hideous light flashing in their eyes, and rushed towards the Stark fish demons.

"Kill! Kill these fish cubs! The gods are watching us!"

"Aowoo!"

The wolves in the wilderness are running.

The link waved, and a bloodthirsty light flashed in his eyes.

The charge of a hundred wild werewolfs, and their beast-like appearance was terrifying.

The Stark Fish Demons were a little panicked.

After all, they are only facing such a scene for the first time.

"Hu~" Leonard let out a deep breath without any movement.

When the wild werewolf rushed to a hundred yards.

Leonard shouted loudly, "Psychic Blast!"

Suddenly, one hundred and ninety-four Stark fish demons Qi Refiners condensed a ball of irregular spiritual projectiles the size of a baby's fist in their hands.

Fired out like a bullet.

One hundred and ninety-four spiritual bullets pulled out gorgeous tail flames, like a meteor shower falling.

"Aowoo!" A terrified gaze appeared in the wild werewolf's eyes.

Time seems to be stagnant.

The wild werewolf's hair has not been disturbed by the unruly spinning spiritual projectiles.

The spiritual bullet has already penetrated their skin.

Like paper, it melts instantly.

Then there were the muscles and bones shattered by the impact, and finally the spiritual bomb penetrated their bodies and shot out from behind.

Leona clenched her fist, her hands full of cold sweat.

Seeing this scene, he suddenly shouted "Okay!"

The basic range of the spiritual bullet is one hundred yards.

The best choice should be between eighty and ninety yards, so that almost all of them can hit.

But this is the first battle between Stark Fish Demon Qi Refiners.

To be on the safe side, the Taoist technique is released when the wilderness were entering a hundred yards.

Some spiritual bullets completely shot the target under tension.

But it doesn't matter. One hundred and ninety-four spiritual bullets are enough to wipe out these gnolls!

These spiritual bullets do not explode after contact.

Many spiritual bullets will completely dissipate after penetrating three or four zombies.

Liu Zaiyuan stood there in a daze.

"Isn't there any clergy?"

"It turned out to be a remote attack!"

"Oh my God! What did I see!"

"All the Stark fishmen just now released their spells?"

"All one hundred and ninety-four spellcasters!"

"How did he do it!"

"Wait! Isn't the Stark Fishman, a low-level race known for his ignorance? Why can they learn spells!"

"This is not magic!"

Liu Zaiyuan roared wildly inside.

The scene in front of him was beyond his understanding.

Cultivating all ordinary first-level races into spell casters is either the real gods spend their divine power.
To be continued...