This bizarre black flame clung like a disease eating into the bone. Not only could it not be dispelled or purified, even resurrection skills failed to take effect.
Even the Myriad Spirits Sacred Tree could not resist its influence.
Yet Lona did not dare shift her gaze. She continued staring fixedly at that figure, unable to tell whether it was a clone or the real body.
What concerned her more, however...
was where that missing group of people had gone.
"Mages, lay down a layer of magical barriers across the ground to prevent any accidents."
"Priests, don't rush. Wait for the black flames to dissipate before treating Luo Xi."
"All remaining druids, spread out and keep watch in every direction. Prevent that Jobless Freelancer from launching another sneak attack!"
Lona issued her orders with great calm.
The ground...
was likewise the condition this Freelancer most often exploited.
In the previous individual matches, Norton's defeat had come from completely neglecting what lay beneath his feet.
And in the opening match of the team competition, the Dusk Spirit Clan had made the very same mistake.
If she still allowed this Freelancer to use some petty trick and ambush them from underground, then she truly would be an idiot.
But at that moment—
Bzzzz!!
The anti-tank sniper rifle in the hands of the "second" Ling Zhan suddenly burst with dazzling light. In but an instant...
the anti-tank sniper rifle transformed into a black war halberd covered from end to end in intricate, mysterious runes!
The hearts of every female elf instantly leaped into their throats at the sight!
A war halberd!
That black war halberd again!
Any audience member who had carefully watched the matches would have keenly noticed that this black war halberd had appeared in Ling Zhan's hands quite often, yet