Under the control of Claire, Netherworld Soul-Locking Hook continued to tear at Ancestral Spirit of the Blazing Flame Orcs's spirit body, and Claire also continued to scatter white powder in mid-air.
Under the combined action of the white powder and Netherworld Soul-Locking Hook, Ancestral Spirit of the Blazing Flame Orcs's spirit body is gradually becoming transparent, and his breath is gradually becoming weaker.
Claire cast several reconnaissance spells on himself. As the opponent continued to weaken, he finally saw a fragment of white light located between its eyebrows.
Claire bit his lip. After consulting the data, when the godhead fell and was absorbed into the body by other creatures, the probability of it being located in the heart was the highest, followed by the head.
Claire chose the former with a higher probability, but did not expect that the opponent's godhead was actually located between the eyebrows.
"This is a bit difficult." Claire murmured, then looked back at the closed door.
Although you can slowly grind the opponent to death, that would take too long.
Now that I am doing this kind of thing in someone else's base camp, and Ancestral Spirit's aura has just spread out, I will be in greater danger if I stay here for a second longer.
At that time, people discovered something strange, and four sword masters broke into the door. Their strength was not enough to kill them.
After just thinking for a few seconds, Claire made up his mind, released the force of the soul-locking hook, and pulled the hook out of the opponent's heart.
The moment he let go, Ancestral Spirit of the Blazing Flame Orcs seized this opportunity and used his pure soul essence to bombard the isolation cover again.
Claire's newly repaired isolation shield had a tendency to collapse, but Claire was also prepared this time and repaired it in the next second, but the soul wave spread again.
Looking at the large amount of soul matter that collapsed, Claire felt a little distressed. When he was in Wizard World, he had only advanced to the Archmage realm by absorbing the soul origin of the legendary wizard who tried to seize him. This thing is not used as an attack method at all, otherwise the power would not be so small.
But Claire only felt distressed for a moment. Compared with the godhead, these soul origins are indeed not enough.
The released Netherworld Soul-Locking Hook waved again, locked the opponent's head, and plunged directly into it. Blazing Flame Orcs's spirit body broke open again, and the breath began to dissipate faster.
The four Blazing Flame Orcs outside the hall felt the soul fluctuations spreading out and were inspired again.
"The fluctuations of the ancestors' souls are getting stronger and stronger!"
"Yes! It seems that there is great hope for recovery!"
Hearing the excited words of those people, the chief immediately shouted, "Stop talking, don't affect the treatment inside!"
When the other three people saw this, they immediately lowered their voices and looked at the door of the hall with expectation and hope, imagining the increasingly energetic scene of Ancestral Spirit inside.
On the battlefield on the front line, the soldiers below were constantly fighting, blood flowed into rivers, and there were mountains of corpses and seas of blood everywhere.
And at an altitude of 10,000 meters, High Priest and Archmage Merlin of Blazing Flame Orcs are looking at each other in the distance. Strong men of their level would not start a fight unless there was a special opportunity.
Merlin looked at High Priest opposite and shouted, "Is your Ancestral Spirit dead?"
High Priest moved his gaze from the battlefield below to Merlin without saying a word, but it could be seen from his expression that he was very disgusted with Merlin's question.
Merlin Seeing that the other party didn't say anything, he planned to continue provoking and ruining the other party's mentality.
But just when he was about to speak, he noticed a sudden change in the expression of High Priest opposite him, and looked back at the location of Blazing Flame Orcs's base camp.
It has been with Ancestral Spirit for thousands of years, how could it not feel that the soul fluctuations it emits are signals for help.
Merlin's speed was faster than High Priest's. The moment the opponent's face turned bad, Merlin launched an attack with a hand gesture.
The airflow in the sky began to rotate under its control. In just one second, a huge typhoon cyclone formed in the sky. The surrounding clouds were affected by it and were swept over, and High Priest was also trapped inside.
High Priest was just about to leave, but found that his body's speed had dropped sharply due to the influence of the airflow, and his expression worsened again.
"Let me go!" High Priest shouted loudly.
Merlin, however, stopped the other party's path without haste, and asked with a playful expression, "Why are you so anxious to go back? Did something happen to Ancestral Spirit?"
High Priest was a little surprised that the other party could guess so accurately.
But now is not the time to fight with the opponent. It must go back immediately to see what happened. Logically speaking, there are four sword masters in the base camp now, so there shouldn't be any problems?
"Don't stop me! You are no match for me now!" High Priest said coldly to Merlin.
Merlin was indeed strong enough to kill him alone before, but after seriously injuring Ancestral Spirit, Merlin also suffered a lot of injuries, and his spells were no longer as coherent as before.
Merlin touched his long white beard and smiled; "I can't beat you now, but I can still pester you and prevent you from going back."
"If you are in such a hurry to go back, I definitely don't agree with you."
A trace of murderous intent flashed in High Priest's eyes, and then he waved the scepter in his hand, and an arrogant energy wave directly broke the cyclone arranged by Merlin, and then rushed out at an extremely fast speed, which directly drew a long afterimage in the air.
But Merlin was not too slow and quickly caught up with him. He continued to harass and forced High Priest to slow down.
In the altar hall, Claire had already controlled the soul-locking hook to open the opponent's eyebrows, revealing the Godhead Fragment inside which was only the size of an index finger.
After Claire confirmed that the soul-locking hook bound Ancestral Spirit of the Blazing Flame Orcs very firmly, he gently floated over, and finally stopped in the sky above the opponent's eyebrows.
"Hand of the Mage." Claire read softly.
After the spell ended, an illusory magic hand condensed in front of him.
Then Claire controlled Hand of the Mage to penetrate the wound between the opponent's eyebrows. At the moment of contact, Ancestral Spirit let out a wailing roar of pain. As Hand of the Mage continued to enter, the wailing sound became more and more harsh.
Claire didn't have time to pay attention to the harsh noises, and tried hard to stretch Hand of the Mage in the direction of the godhead.
"Buzz!"
Hand of the Mage The moment he came into contact with the godhead, a resonant sound sounded.
Then the godhead originally located in Ancestral Spirit of the Blazing Flame Orcs actually floated up on its own initiative, slowly floating towards Claire along Hand of the Mage, which was constructed with magic power.
Claire's expression changed. That divine power actually came through Hand of the Mage. This scene made him a little panicked.
The godhood slowly floated out. When it floated out of Ancestral Spirit's body, Ancestral Spirit of the Blazing Flame Orcs's spirit instantly succumbed. When he was tied up, he could struggle for a while and suddenly turned into a dying posture, looking like an ancient tree withering.
Claire had no intention of paying attention to the other party's changes, and quickly dispersed Hand of the Mage, but the godhead floated towards him leisurely as if it recognized the person.
Claire took out the box originally intended to contain the Godhead from Spatial Ring. After putting the Godhead in, the Godhead seemed to be in a different dimension than the other person. It passed through it and floated straight towards Claire.
"Damn it!" Claire cursed secretly. He didn't know enough about the Godhead, but he didn't plan to merge with the Godhead now. Who knows what side effects will occur after the fusion.
Later Claire tried several more containers, planning to put the godhead in it and take it away. But it was the same as before, the godhead passed directly through those containers, as if it were the same medium that all matter in the event could not contain.
Claire rushed out for a long distance again. The godhead was still light and airy, but the distance between him and him was getting closer and closer.
In the end, Claire couldn't stop it with his hands, and merged directly into the center of his eyebrows.