At this time, Muharin spoke again and said in a deep voice, ": You and I have common enemies, and it is meaningless to hurt each other."

"How about we join forces?"

"I can tell you the news about the Gate of the Stars in my hand. In exchange, how can you help me restore my strength?"

While speaking, Muharlem spread his palms.

But a ball of white flame burned in his palm. Enzo's heart moved and he could tell at a glance that it was a condensation of the soul of witchcraft.

In order to restore his own strength, Muharlem collected many souls.

"You're right, Muharlem."

A hint of mockery flashed in Oberisk's eyes and said quietly, ": You and us do have a common enemy."

"However, unfortunately, you are no longer qualified to talk to us about cooperation."

"So, I can give you a chance to hand over the news you know about the Gate of the Astrology and then surrender to us."

"Perhaps, you can fight for yourself a chance to survive."

As Oberisk spoke, a colorful metal wand had appeared in his hands, obviously preparing for the battle.

Seeing Oberisk's attitude, Muharrin's face also showed a bit of gloom.

"So, we have no room for talks?"

Muharin looked ugly and tried his last attempt, although as a demon lord, it was a very shame to pray for peace to mankind.

However, for Muharlem at this moment, there are indeed not many choices.

"Oh!"

Oberisk sneered and said quietly, "Since you don't want to hand over the news about the Gate of the Star Realm, we have to do it ourselves."

As soon as he finished speaking, Oberisk had taken action.

“Elemental Septet!”

As Oberisk spits syllables, the power of the surrounding elements seems to boil, and strong energy fluctuations burst out in an instant, as if they turn into balls of light.

The face of the plague ruler Muharlin changed.

With just this attack, he could feel the power of the wizard on the other side, even in his heyday, the other party might be a strong enemy.

What's more, Muharlem is extremely weak at this moment.

Two epochs ago, the battle with the Mad God almost exhausted all the power of the plague ruler Muharin. Now there is only a trace of energy left to survive. If it weren't for the sealing, Muharin still had a trump card hidden in his hand, he might have died now.

But even so, Muharlem has been hiding his breath for these two epochs.

Otherwise, once discovered by the gods of the Astral Realm, the one waiting for him will inevitably be the end of death, which Muharlin is very clear about.

If it weren't for the recent turmoil in the astral world, perhaps Muharlem would continue to hide himself.

But now, in order to restore his own strength, Muharlem has used his own authority to pollute many creatures into minions, which means that his breath is exposed and there is no chance to hide.

"Damn human!"

Looking at the powerful wizard Oberisk, Muharin's face was as gloomy as water, but he had to resist.

Immediately, a strange luster flashed in his eyes.

But the face of the plague ruler Muharlin gradually appeared on the face of the face of the plague ruler, and in an instant it seemed to turn into an ancient totem.

Immediately afterwards, in the lake of cursed resentment below, endless flesh and blood and evil spirits were twisted.

In just a moment, a terrifying twisted creature had emerged from the lake and roared at Oberisk.

However, the next moment.

The power of the Elemental Semites burst, and just the explosion of elemental energy made the head of the synthetic creature explode, and the blazing flames swallowed it up.

Muharlin groaned and stepped back one after another.

"It's true!"

In the distance, looking at the vulnerable plague master Muharin, Enzo's face showed a trace of thought. It seemed that in the war two epochs ago, the plague master Muharin was indeed seriously injured, so he is now extremely weak.

Faced with Oberisk's offensive, the opponent quickly fell to the lower peak.

However, even so weak, Muharin, the plague ruler, was still the sixth-level demon lord. A hint of coldness appeared on his face and blew the flute in his hand.

Suddenly, the strange sound of flute began to spread all around.

But the surrounding environment began to twist, as if it turned into black mist, and huge mice emerged from the fog.

Thousands of rats rushed towards Obelisk like a flood.

"Is that just the skill?"

Oberisk shook his head, and a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes. Muharlin, the former plague master, might have almost killed the wizard ancestor.

But now, the strength shown by the other party is really unacceptable.

Oberisk's thought moved and flew into the sky. He waved the metal wand in his hand casually, and the power of the element was spilled away like dust.

In an instant, elements turned into mist.
Chapter completed!