I opened an adventurer's guild in another world.

Chapter 621 "Death Tornado" VS "Overpowering Strike"

The first thing to rush towards Pris was thousands of ranged attacks of various grades.

Seeing the dense barrage of attacks, Pris felt a chill run down his spine.

Although he could withstand these attacks with the shield on his body.

However, this could ultimately lead to the shattering of the Tier 8 shield.

Before the new shield is formed, he will face a huge threat from that eerie assassin.

Therefore, Pris chose to run away.

Amidst the barrage of attacks, Pris could only keep dodging.

Use the shield from time to time to resist one or two skills that you can't dodge.

Because of the attacks from many seventh-tier summons, Priss was focused on dodging and didn't even have a chance to retaliate.

"Without using [Mark], even relying on sheer numbers, it's difficult for mid-tier summons to hit their target."

After observing for a while and collecting combat data, Anno ordered the mid-tier summons to cease fire.

Meanwhile, Popp and his group of smaller Tier 7 summons, who had been chasing after Pulis, immediately sped up their pursuit as their attack power weakened.

Boom boom boom!

While dodging, Priss collided with five concentrated bullets fired in quick succession by the Shadow Hunter, three of which hit the shield!

Cracks instantly appeared on the magic shield.

"The Nether Hunter's attack power is extremely strong; each concentrated bullet is equivalent to a Tier 7 skill!"

Anno glanced at the Nether Hunters ahead, who were preparing concentrated bullets again, nodded, and then shook his head.

"It just doesn't last very long!"

The Netherworld Hunter turned to look at Anno and asked in confusion, "Master, were you calling me?"

Anno waved his hand and said, "It's alright, you can continue!"

Although the Shadow Hunter's basic attacks are very strong, this is also where its weakness lies.

This kind of normal attack consumes too much magic power.

In such a short time, the Nether Hunter's magic power has already decreased by a quarter.

Although monsters generally have higher magic power than humans, a single attack of 4 magic power can only be used about 50 times by a Nether Hunter.

The cost of continuous attacks is even greater.

Above that, there is the even more energy-consuming overclocking attack, which can unleash ten consecutive shots in an instant.

However, using this technique will put a lot of strain on the Ghost Hunter's arm, making it impossible to continue overclocking for a short period of time.

boom!

A meteor streaked across the sky and crashed to the ground, kicking up plumes of dust that continued to spread.

This was a flying seventh-tier magical beast, a birdman, that kicked Pris down from above, along with his shield.

Whoosh whoosh!

A large group of seventh-tier summoned creatures rushed into the smoke and dust and began to besiege Pris inside.

Faced with so many attacks, the cracks in Pris's shield continued to spread.

boom!

Finally, the shield gave way and shattered.

"Go to hell!"

The birdman, spitting saliva as he flicked his tongue, descended from the sky in a knight's kick stance.

The sharp claws seemed poised to tear Priss below to shreds.

Around Priss, several more summoned creatures attacked.

Surrounded in the middle, Priss was disheveled and looked utterly pathetic.

But just as the attacks came, he suddenly raised his head, a glint of madness flashing in his eyes.

"Die, all of you! Eighth-tier spell: Death Windmill!"

While being pursued while hiding inside the magic shield, Priss was preparing this wide-range, destructive eighth-tier spell.

With a roar from Priss, four enormous 'fan blades', each about a hundred meters long, appeared around him.

Whoosh!

The fan blades, formed from condensed wind blades, began to spin rapidly.

The seventh-tier summoned creatures within the attack range were instantly affected.

The birdman, who had already rushed to within twenty meters of Priss, was instantly shredded into dust.

Aside from Pope, who used his tortoise shell to block, being sent flying hundreds of meters away, dozens of seventh-tier summoned creatures were all shredded.

Specks of white light flickered around Priss.

Seeing the significant effect of the [Death Windmill] spell, the latter did not stop the magic but continued to construct the magic circle with his staff.

"【Death Windmill】modified, now an eighth-tier spell 【Death Tornado】!"

As the last stroke of the magic rune was completed, Pris raised his wand high, his tattered robes, stained with his own blood, fluttering in the wind.

According to Anno, the "Death Windmill" revolving around Priss is accelerating again, its diameter is decreasing while its height is increasing.

In just half a minute, a tornado with a diameter of fifty meters and a height of about three hundred meters was formed.

During this time, the summoned creatures had no chance to rush forward.

Even the overclocked concentrated bullets fired by the Nether Hunter were shredded by the tornado.

Priss, who was in the center of the tornado, flew into the air, locked onto Anno's position, and immediately rushed towards him with the [Death Tornado].

The ground along the way was ravaged by the [Death Tornado].

All the hills and boulders were cut into dust.

"Master, it seems we can't get in from above either!"

A bird-man with his tongue dangling from his beak descended from the sky, staring with cross-eyed eyes as he reported the situation to Anno.

The birdman who was previously strangled by the "Death Windmill" was just a shadow.

Popp and his bunch of Tier 7 summons had been chasing Priss's shield for so long, how could they not know what Priss was planning to do inside?

Later on, it was basically the shadow chasing Priss.

Meanwhile, Priss, who was focused on preparing the magic circle and dodging attacks, did not notice that the summoned creatures chasing him had been replaced by a group of shadows.

Only Pope is the original body—he is confident in the defensive capabilities of his tortoise shell and believes that [Shadow Summoning] consumes too much magic power.

"To be able to cultivate to the eighth level, one must have some skill!"

Anno turned to the Nether Hunter and said, "Try that move!"

Before becoming Anno's summoned creature, the Shadow Hunter had fought against Anno.

It has a powerful attack that should be able to interrupt the [Death Tornado].

Anno was testing the strength of his summoned creatures this time, so he didn't plan to use [World Devouring Reincarnation].

"Yes, sir!"

The Nether Hunter nodded and walked in front of Anno.

"Oh!"

The Nether Hunter roared, and numerous vine-like tendrils immediately sprouted from its thick legs, burrowing deep into the ground. The magical runes on them flashed continuously, and magical power was gathering in its arms.

It was as if it was absorbing energy from underground.

Then it raised its right arm above its head and grasped the "fork" of its right arm with its left hand.

The next second, the magic runes on the Nether Hunter's arms suddenly emitted a dazzling light.

A concentrated white ball, about the size of a billiard ball, appeared in the center of the tree branch, and then grew larger as it rose higher.

While the Ghost Hunter was sweating profusely, the concentrated sphere had grown into a large sphere with a diameter of one meter.

In front of the large sphere, there is a magic circle constructed of magic.

"Eighth Rank, [Super Power Strike]!"

The large sphere quickly passed through the magic circle, expanding into a ten-meter-tall giant sphere, streaking with white light like a comet as it crashed into the tornado.

Buzz!

A flash of white light.

A magical storm instantly swept through the Evil King's domain.

Anno quickly recalled the mid-level summons and then stood behind Pop with the high-level summons.

Popp was already fiddling with the turtle shell when the Spectral Hunter used [Overpower Strike].

When the two Tier 8 skills collided, Pop's turtle shell rapidly expanded, extending a water shield along its edge to form a large defensive zone.

puff!

Because the distance was too close, Popper held on for half a minute before flying backwards along with the turtle shell.

However, in the aftermath, the summoned creatures used their unique abilities and were not seriously damaged.

The area where the two skills collided turned into a desert-like landscape.

The sandstorm blocked all visibility.

Anno squinted and activated [X-ray vision].

Then we saw Pris lying in the center of the giant pit.