Nobilis of War novel Chapter 1136

The witcher ancestor closed his eyes as his withered face trembled and his bony fingers quivered rapidly.

With the movement of his fingers, a series of Witcher Power began to charge, which then formed a dark light between his palms.

In the void, those who were fighting against the mysterious man couldn't hold on any longer. At that moment, the mysterious man was about to break through the storm.

All of a sudden, a pitch dark light emerged and directly attacked the mysterious man's looming body.

To everyone's surprise, when the dark light touched the mysterious man, nothing happened. For a moment, there was dead silence in the void.

Then, the dark light began to attach to the mysterious man's arm. Like a sprouting seed, it quickly spread along the man's body until it enveloped him completely.

"Argh!"

The mysterious man struggled, but the black lines around him crept like intricately woven spider webs that were too strong for him to shake off.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

With the mysterious man trapped, everyone immediately attacked him without hesitation.

When the witcher ancestor opened his eyes, the green fire that was dancing in his eyes started to extinguish.

His dry face was peeled off as the wind blew as if it were ashes.

No one had noticed the change in the witcher ancestor except for Hiram. He cast a complicated glance at the witcher ancestor.

The witcher ancestor also looked at Hiram. He opened his mouth slightly and seemed to be smiling, but he didn't have any flesh left over.

"Goodbye, sir."

The indifferent voice of Hiram the Great carried a hint of sadness.

The others didn't notice, but a drop of tear gathered at the corner of Hiram's eye.

"Bye,"

the witcher ancestor murmured in a hoarse voice as his body began to disperse. His body turned into black dust and sprinkled into the air, drifting with the wind.

After his death, the last stream of Witcher Power gushed out from his body and shot into the gray windstorm, which further suppressed the mysterious man.

Only then did Finley and Barnes notice the death of the witcher ancestor. They felt as if thousands of sharp arrows pierced their hearts.

"Goodbye, sir." Finley choked with sobs.

"Old man!" Barnes shuddered while an aura of darkness around him surged. It seemed that he had no place to vent his grief. After a moment, he gritted his teeth and swung his stick towards the storm desperately. His arm was broken again and again.

On the other side, the Rule Soul Avatar had re-formed the black pagodas.

Three streams of gray windstorm swept over and merged into the previous one.

One stream after another, the Rule Soul Avatar didn't stop until thirteen layers were added.

He stopped not because the storm was strong enough, but because he had already exhausted his Spirit Power. If he continued to summon more storms, his soul would dissipate.

Thus, the Rule Soul Avatar sat cross-legged in the void, and relied on the five black pagodas to maintain his vitality, while he slowly recovered his Spirit Power.

In the battle, the two strongest cultivators were restricted. The mysterious man was suppressed in the gray windstorm, while the Rule Soul Avatar had thoroughly consumed his Spirit Power and was unable to fight again.

Next was the battle among the three destroyers, Finley, Barnes, the Water Kylin, and Hiram the Great!

"Run!" the Water Kylin shouted.

After the mysterious man was suppressed, the Water Kylin pushed Finley away from the battlefield.

Among them, Finley was the weakest one. If the fight commenced, he would surely be the first to die. Thus, the Water Kylin pushed him away.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Four powerful forces rushed towards the Water Kylin at the same time. After all, the World Essence was still in his hands.