In the past, I killed monsters, and the residual soul spirits I obtained depend on my character. When I am lucky, I will have a few advanced spirits, and my income will be guaranteed.

Now these magic soldiers provide very high quality of the residual soul spirits. Even if they do not need to be refined by little loaches, they have produced many spirits. It just so happened that Mo Fan planned to strengthen his summoning troops, so he used the residual soul spirits of these rebel soldiers.

No wonder many evil mages like to sacrifice living people and blood. Compared to finding suitable souls from various demons, it is really much easier to extract from these people who practice magic!

When dealing with these elite rebel soldiers, Mo Fan was not at all merciless.

It’s not that they want to collect their remnant souls, but that they don’t necessarily give themselves a way out.

"I see how many you can kill. I can mobilize ten or eight units of such a unit!" Bai Bao said coldly.

Leng Hu is cruel and violent and Bai Bao doesn't like to do such boring things, which doesn't mean he is more kind.

He knew that the elite troops of the Wind Ship could not compete with Mo Fan of the Tianhuo level, but as long as they could consume Mo Fan's magical energy, in his opinion, these people would have value on their battlefield.

Soldiers who can block bullets are all good soldiers.

As soon as the white leopard blew the whistle, two more elite troops appeared on both sides of Mo Fan.

These elite soldiers witnessed the rapid death of the wind soldiers with their own eyes. They were actually scared!

In front of the strong, even twice the number of their troops composed of intermediate mages cannot eliminate this sense of fear.

"Nightmare rule!"

Mo Fan could see the emotions in the eyes of the soldiers.

He let the faint darkness cover, like a solar eclipse, and darkness takes over.

Nightmare rule is the more powerful form of Si Ye's rule. With the dark veins, all Mo Fan's dark abilities have undergone qualitative changes.

It is no longer a pure dark area, trapping the enemy, disorienting the enemy, and losing the spirit of fighting. Mo Fan's nightmare rule will even allow the enemy to see what they fear most in the dark.

It was like sitting in a dark cinema, with her body fixed on a chair, her eyelids forced to open, and the pale screen was playing the scene that her memory was most afraid of. Knowing that it was false and unreal, it would still be so scared that she was weak all over and was soaked in cold sweat!

Mo Fan's nightmare rule directly abolished one of the elite troops, making it difficult for them to pose a threat to themselves.

With the remaining elite troops, Mo Fan would be even more unlikely to give them a chance to magically bombard him.

Mo Fan is a magician with few defense skills. The White Leopard Magician kept asking his subordinates to die, just to force out his own life-saving tricks, and then he could kill himself neatly.

So you can start faster, faster than the enemy.

The elite rebel troops can form destructive skills close to the super-level power. Mo Fan has experienced this on the battlefield before. The best solution is to destroy them before they take action!

"Don't let him get close, otherwise we will end up like the First Unit!" a senior officer in the elite unit shouted.

With the lessons of the past, they did not dare to use the intermediate-level star map with slow casting speed, and they all connected the star tracks, trying to use the initial group method to force Mo Fan to not get close.

In their eyes, Mo Fan is a super boss, and once he gets close, he will basically be instantly every moment!

In fact, even if Mo Fan didn't get close to him, the destructive power of his magic turret killed everything, but he didn't have much chance to brew powerful magic with so many eyes staring at him.

"Concentrate firepower, his speed is not particularly fast." said the senior officer with a beard.

"Be careful of his shadow, the light-type magician, illuminate the area ahead of us!"

This is a tactful army commander. He asked the soldiers to use the initial group magic to block the route Mo Fan's killing. At the same time, he realized that Mo Fan was a shadow mage, and the other army was still wailing in nightmare.

"Very good, that's it. Force him back, and we will use the intermediate star map again!" The high-ranking officer with a beard finally had some spirit in his eyes when he saw Mo Fan being suppressed.

"Strengthen the firepower and be careful that he uses super level!"

"Safe distance, prepare to use the intermediate star map, group of magic shackles to lock the ice prisoner!"

The cold air began to spread. Although their ice magic was suppressed under the high temperature of those slurry rivers, nothing is better than this ice group technique in this situation.

As long as the strong man can be locked in shackles, and no matter how unreasonable the other elite teams bombard the enemy, they will win.

"Ice Force."

Mo Fan talked to himself.

If we know that most of them are composed of ice magicians, the previous nightmare rule will definitely be given priority to them.

But the impact is not big.

The high-level officer with a beard was an excellent strategic commander. If he were an ordinary fire-type super-level mage, he would probably have been beaten to no avail.

The question is, do you only have the fire system?

They feel that they do not have wind system, nor speed-up magic equipment, and they are not fast?

That's because in the face of space magic, the speed of wind and shadow is not worth mentioning at all!

"Move instantly!"

Many diamond dust appeared around Mo Fan. With the legal points of the elite ice troops falling, he had already disappeared here.

In the past, Mo Fan moved instantly to avoid opponents and attacks.

This time Mo Fan specifically waited for the elite troops to complete the group magic. At the moment they landed, Mo Fan moved forward in an instant, which not only made the enemy's deliberate skills fail directly, but also made him break into the enemy's formation.

The elite ice-type troops are only more than 400 meters away from Mo Fan.

Mo Fan's instant movement was equivalent to moving directly to their faces, and the high-level commander with a beard was stunned!

After a sharp command, he forced him to retreat. Unexpectedly, the other party was still a space magician!!

Who can stop a space magician from the battlefield?

Four hundred meters in one moment.

This elite ice-type unit was completely desperate.

In the face of absolute strength, any perfect command, any well-trained, any formation team is like a clown juggling.

"Arrow hunt!"

Air arrows are shot from all directions, and they even have the ability to track the target. Even if these elite soldiers avoid the first flight, the air arrows will soon turn an arc and fly back until they penetrate the target's body.

"Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish

Puzzle through!

Puzzle through again!

The air arrows were extremely accurate under Mo Fan's thoughts, and there were changes in the order of chaos to correct the shooting and track and guide it.

The elite ice-type troops dispersed like fish, but they still fell one after another.
Chapter completed!