A vast amount of energy surged into Demian's body, causing his robe to flutter in the air and blowing off the hood on his head.
Xiao Chen now knew why he needed to cover his face. He didn't know what kind of magic he had practiced, but his skin was as dry as a wisp, and his hair was almost gone. Although his voice was young, he looked like an eighty-year-old man.
However, the energy continued to flow in, and his body actually swelled slightly. The energy moistened his dry body, making his muscles and skin become more and more full and smooth. New hair began to grow on his head. After a few minutes, he had actually recovered into a handsome young man.
His momentum and strength were also constantly increasing. Originally, Xiao Chen estimated that his strength was around the middle of the high level based on his attacks, but now Demian gave him the feeling that he was very close to Master Kona.
This is a qualitative change caused by quantitative change. When your strength accumulates to a certain level, it will naturally push you to a higher level.
Xiao Chen had no other choice but to calculate quickly.
"I've finished calculating ten points." Luo Ling shouted.
“I’m only six.”
"Maybe it's enough! Attack with me. I've recalculated. These are not two independent formations. They are interconnected. If sixteen points are attacked at the same time, it is very likely that they will be destroyed directly."
Xiao Chen didn't care about so much anymore. With the cooperation of the two, sixteen ice spears pierced the nodes of the formation one after another.
"Who is it!" Demian had no time to react before he saw a large number of ice spears rushing out from behind him, passing through the purple fog and piercing his formation.
It feels like a person walking on a single-plank bridge carrying a basket, and suddenly someone throws sixteen bowl-sized stones into his basket. The person throwing the stones is very skillful, and every time when he just regains his balance, the stones are thrown again at the most unbalanced position.
Demian lost control of the magic circle in an instant. He tried hard to save the situation, but no matter how hard he tried, the magic circle could not return to its original state, but continued to slide into the abyss of collapse.
What's worse is that the energy in the magic circle is still connected to the energy that he just replenished in his body. The life energy in his body also vibrates strongly along with the fluctuations of the magic circle.
Demian let out a terrible howl, and the weak king was attacked by the energy ropes that bound him at the first moment of the energy fluctuation and fainted.
The energies began to rush around in Demian's body, making him feel as if there were countless tiny bugs biting and wriggling under his skin, as if they were about to break out of his skin.
Demian fell to his knees, and the life energy in his body broke free and dissipated like smoke.
He could clearly feel that he had reached the level of a master, but began to fall continuously, and finally fell below the high level.
The two attackers were still attacking, with new ice spears constantly hitting the magic circle and themselves.
The defense system of the magic circle has failed. Every attack will cause the magic pattern to be damaged, which is irreparable for the operation of the magic circle. And his own defensive magic also began to fall apart due to energy disturbance.
Demian turned his head suddenly and saw two looming figures. Xiao Chen and Luo Ling had dispersed the invisibility magic attached to their bodies because of the spell they cast. Their bodies had begun to reveal themselves.
"Do you know what you are doing?" He knelt on one knee on the ground and wanted to get up, but couldn't.
"Of course I know. I won't let you continue to kill civilians." Xiao Chen released an ice spear and broke another piece of Demian's shield.
“I’m sorry to disappoint you. This will only lead to more deaths.” Demian looked up at the magic circle above him. “The way this magic circle collapses is that it collapses inwards, forming a soul vortex that draws in more souls on the ground. Originally, I would stop once I collected enough souls, but now, I can no longer control it.”
"What?" Xiao Chen hurriedly took out a dispel spell scroll to dissipate the power of the vortex. Luo Ling also ignored the damage caused by the backlash of magic power and continued to release ice spears to attack the vortex.
"It's too late." Demian said. As he finished speaking, the soul vortex spun faster and faster. Even Xiao Chen and Luo Ling, who were not in its suction direction, felt that their souls were greatly shaken and they felt as if they were about to leave their bodies.
The vortex came and went quickly, and after spinning rapidly for a while, it eventually became smaller and smaller, and finally dissipated into a point. However, apart from more than a dozen points of light, there was no scene of a large number of souls being sucked down as imagined.
"It seems like the crowd above has left?" Luo Ling said.
"How is this possible?" Demian exclaimed, but before he could finish his shout, a huge fireball shattered his shield.
Without magic or fighting spirit to protect the body, it is very fragile, even for a saint. Demian's body was scorched in many places, and he was blown away by the shock wave and hit a pillar. Then four ice spears flew in the air, hitting his hands and legs, freezing him to the pillar.
Demian spat out blood and said, "I, I don't know who you are, but if you still have a little sense of responsibility towards humanity, you, you can't kill me. My identity is related to a huge secret, and to the future of mankind..."
Xiao Chen said: "Isn't it about the successor of the Seventh Tower?"
"You, how do you know?" Demian was very surprised.
Xiao Chen picked up the Spirit Gathering Book that had fallen to the ground, put it into his space bag, and said, "Isn't this the Holy Book of the Spirit Tower?"
"Ahem, since you know so much about the Seven Sacred Pagodas, you must know the importance of the Seven Sacred Pagodas' inheritance, right? I was chosen by the Spiritual Pagoda. In addition to that holy book, I also mastered many, many secrets of the Spiritual Pagoda. You see, this magic circle was improved by me. Don't kill me, I am an indispensable part of the revitalization of the Seven Sacred Pagodas."
"I don't think being the heir of the Seventh Tower is that great." Xiao Chen helped Luo Ling, who was already vomiting blood, up and walked up to Demian and said, "Who here is not a heir of the Seventh Tower?"
"you… "
"We are from the Dream Tower, but we don't need scum like you to cooperate with us."
“Hahaha.” Demian coughed up a mouthful of blood and laughed disdainfully, “Scum? You must be joking. It turns out that you are two guys who only have the inheritance but know nothing about the Seven Sacred Towers. Don’t you know that the cultivation in the Spirit Tower has always been like this? In that era, there was no need to create a scam and cover it up so much. Ordinary people are just consumable spellcasting materials.”