The next day passed by.

The third day passed in a flash.

From the moment of being transferred, the original game of cat catching mice was repeated between Midie and Wiseman for three days and three nights.

For three days, Midi has been sleeping for less than six hours. Most of the time he is running away, and the rest is fighting and bandaging wounds, or looking for water. If it weren't for the twenty years of rebirth of the adventurer's experience that made him feel like a fish in the jungle, his efficiency and speed are far superior to the female ghost swords. Under such intensity, Midi would have died.

However, Wiseman's tracking spell that sensed the soul fluctuations, coupled with the endless physical strength and powerful recovery power of the female ghost swords, was always biting behind Midi like a maggot in the tarsal bones.

The best time, Midi only left them for an hour, and then was chased by a shadow again, and then several new wounds were added.

Another night of fierce battle.

Accompanied by the crisp birds' chirping and the cold wind in winter, the fourth day's dawn finally arrived.

Looking at the wounds of all sizes all over his body, feeling the fatigue and trembling from his limbs, and licking his cracked lips, Midi felt that he was as strong as the last. Midi didn't know how far he could run, and his hands could hardly be lifted. Both mentally and physically, he had reached his limit.

But Wiseman is still behind and full of energy.

Three days of pursuit, for the level 45 necromancer, was probably as simple as going out to walk a dog. When he ordered the female ghost swords to continue to harass him, he himself slept full every night, and there were some contract demons serving him without any consumption at all. Every morning he woke up, he was extremely energetic.

Therefore, Dawn became the most difficult time for Midie, and he had to face Wiseman's strongest firepower.

Today, can you survive with the current state of exhaustion and exhaustion?

Midi didn't know. However, he wanted to try. He didn't try with the despair of fighting to the death, but with the hope of protecting the future, and to challenge this difficult destiny wholeheartedly.

After about a short while, three tireless female ghost swords would search for their area. Before that, Midi did not intend to escape, and he had no extra strength to escape, so he simply closed his eyes, calmed his heart like water, adjusted his breath, and seized the time to carry out the final rest to fight in the best state he could achieve.

Then seize the slim but real glimmer of life.

But this time, he closed his eyes and entered a short deep breath, and found that he suddenly fell into an illusion that he could not break free.

There was an endless abyss that could not be seen at the bottom of my feet, and was constantly spraying pure black flames with sulfur breath.

Above my head was an endless blue sky, and pure white ice chips with a scent of holiness were pouring downwards.

Light and shadow, ice and fire, white and black, the glory of the heavens and the flames of the demons, two completely different forces devour each other and annihilate each other in this world, just like the collision and fusion of the demons themselves!

And in the place where the light and darkness were annihilated, a cold giant sword without sheds was floating.

Midi's ghosts!

Compared to the initial appearance of being concrete when he was transferred, the sword of ghosts and gods at this moment has swallowed countless enemies' ghosts and magic power in a series of battles, and has undergone earth-shaking changes. It has become very huge, and countless complex patterns appear on the surface of the sword body, and the cold aura continues to overflow from it, causing the air to freeze. The cold light quenched on the sword's edge makes people feel extremely scattered at a glance.

The sword was motionless there, as if it was the center of the whole world.

And the next moment, as if he had woken up from his deep sleep, the sword of ghosts and gods suddenly made a clear sound, and then began to shake violently!

After three days and three nights of escape, the power in Midi's body had been completely hollowed out and reached its limit. Whether it was the surging magic power, the cold ghost energy, or the simplest physical strength and energy, it had all dropped to the lowest point. It was precisely because of this that the tremor of the sword of ghosts and gods could not resist the empty body of Midi's body, so she could only accept it completely.

But soon, Midi discovered that his body, which had reached its limit, was once again inspired by a new force in this resonance.

Break through the limit!

The magic power began to surge again, the ghost energy began to erupt again, and the physical strength and energy were also recovering wildly!

However, Midi could not control this new power. His will could only watch helplessly as everything was pulled and pulled in the resonance of the sword of ghosts and gods, and kept flowing like an ocean current, eventually forming a huge vortex.

This vortex connects the glory of the heaven and the flames of the demon world, like a pillar standing between heaven and earth, making people feel awe-inspiring and looking up. Magic, ghost energy, physical strength, spirit, and even the breath of Midi's soul were all crushed by this huge vortex and then merged together.

The mysterious power of ghosts and gods, the potential for super-level transfer, fighting spirit inspired by the threat of death, a strong will to survive, an extremely firm thought, and a desire for reincarnation and rebirth...

All of this was integrated into Midi's body at this moment, with the sword of ghosts and gods filled with coldness as the core.

The surging waves were repeated again and again, as if the giant beast was breathing, the entire space was trembling in this rhythm. And with each breath, various elements were crushed, then filtered, washed, and tempered.

Amid the clear sound of swords and the surging fluctuations, even Midi's own will began to shake.

The vortex is like a black hole, and it needs to absorb all the will and smooth out all the self, leaving only the purest power.

In a flash, Midi felt an extremely huge pressure, as if dozens of mountains were pressing on his head. He wanted to suffocate him, surrender, and give up on himself.

However, how could the pressure from just a few dozen peaks really make Midi lose herself?

He is a reborn person with twenty years of combat experience, tasted countless despair and experienced death personally. In this life, he had just made a vow to challenge this bumpy fate. What he shouldered on his shoulders was not only his own destiny, but also the fate of his beloved Fina and Alice, the glory of the Asrex family, and the future of thousands of people in the territory!

Since the pure vortex of power tries to make Midie surrender, Midie has only one response—

I will conquer you!

An extremely firm light ignited in Midi's eyes. The next moment, he was like a meteor, and he threw himself towards the core of the vortex without hesitation. The rapidly rotating wind eye suddenly stopped when Midi rushed in, and then he rotated madly at a higher speed!

In an instant, this world, which is intertwined by light and shadow, light and darkness, stirred up a storm that destroyed everything.

And just as Midi was at this level of breaking through the limit, the time in the real world was also passing by rapidly.

The three female ghost swords were tirelessly searching for Midi's position. Suddenly, they raised their heads at the same time - a powerful wave of power was sweeping over, causing a chill all over the sensitive female ghost swords. What puzzled them the most was that the nature of this fluctuation was difficult to distinguish.

It is neither the most common magic fluctuation, nor the pure holy light pulse, nor the rare fighting spirit of warriors, nor the extremely cold ghost energy. This kind of power fluctuation is so pure that even the attributes themselves are rejected.

But at least, the center of the fluctuation is clear at a glance.

The three female ghost swords immediately entered the fighting posture. In an instant, they had rushed over from three different directions, surrounding the target that brought the fluctuations in the middle. The source of the fluctuations was that they had been chasing Midi for three days and three nights!

At this moment, Midi, who had always been extremely alert, rarely made any counterattack. The black-haired boy was sitting cross-legged on the ground covered with dead leaves, his eyes closed, his face pale, and from time to time, he wandered through abnormal red lines under his blood-free skin.

"Good opportunity!" A gentle sigh of praise sounded.

Wiseman Newton slowly appeared. Once this terrifying necromancer became serious, he would be many times stronger than the three female ghost swords. At present, the wonderful fluctuations of attributeless power released from Midie obviously attracted him.

"This little guy probably has upgraded, not only has upgraded, but also has an epiphany, so he has such a big noise. Unfortunately, even if he reaches level 30, he has no chance anymore." Wiseman talked freely, as if he was teaching the students in class. Then, he snapped his fingers crisply, "Now, let me catch them alive!"

Accompanied by this command, the three female ghost swords moved at the same time, like three sharp swords unsheathed, rushing from three different directions to Midi, who was still closed with his eyes ten meters away.

However, at that moment, Midie opened her eyes.

It was a pair of pupils burning with silver cold fire!

Wherever his eyes swept, the three female ghost swords who had no feelings and did not know the pain were all stagnant.

The next moment, Midi sat like that, shaking out a sword.

A sharp and powerful wind rose up from the ground, causing Wiseman's gray robe to leaps wildly, and countless fallen leaves flew with the wind, making a loud noise. The three female ghost swords were already hit by some invisible force at the same time. They passed three trajectories of countless blood in the air, as if they were hit by an extremely heavy siege, as if the kite with a broken string flew backwards!

When Midi's sword stopped, the strong wind still took a long time to stop.

Wiseman Newton stood there and couldn't move.

"What is this?" A rare shock, solemn and serious finally appeared in the eyes of this cynical genius necromancer.

"Extreme sword technique." Midi replied lightly, only looking at the other person with an extremely calm gaze.
Chapter completed!