Several ghost-like shadows immediately twined around Desert Dust.

Ghost Shadow Ensnarement inflicted continuous damage over time, increased the caster's attack damage against the target, and converted 33% of the ghost shadow damage into the caster's health after the skill ended.

This skill, combining damage, enhancement, and recovery, was hailed as a god-tier skill when it first appeared. However, after using it, people realized that while the skill was good, it wasn't quite god-tier because all three effects were somewhat restrained.

Even so, this was a skill that no Warlock would ever give up. Wei Chen, knowing that the attack was guaranteed to hit, used this skill first and then continued chanting.

The Rain of Disorder continued, and it seemed that Han Wenqing still had no choice.

Was he just going to be toyed with like a trapped beast?

The Tyranny fans in the audience were furious. Their captain had never suffered such humiliation.

Jump!

That was what everyone was thinking.

What did it matter if he was confused? The result was going to be terrible anyway, but being trapped in this corner and being slaughtered was too stifling. Knowing Han Wenqing, everyone thought that he would definitely not be willing to stay put in this situation.

But Desert Dust didn't move...

Shadowflame Explosion!

Another skill from Windward Formation. The dark purple flames began to coil around Desert Dust. The 6 seconds of burning damage scorched not only Desert Dust's life but also the hearts of every Tyranny fan.

Why didn't he jump?

People couldn't understand it.

The Desert Dust in front of them was gradually becoming unrecognizable from the Desert Dust in their minds.

"He can really endure!" Fang Rui exclaimed on the Happy side.

"Yeah." Ye Xiu nodded.

Han Wenqing not only began to choose to back down but also became more persevering. His style had really changed a lot, becoming unrecognizable to those familiar with him, especially in this playoff arena.

"What a surprise, I thought you would jump out!" Wei Chen said, deliberately touching a sore spot.

Han Wenqing didn't say anything, and at this moment, Windward Formation began chanting a third skill.

During the duration of the Rain of Disorder, this would be the third skill that he fearlessly released. The Light of Curse brazenly tore through space.

Windward Formation actually summoned the level 70 ultimate summon, Gate of Death!

Shameless!

Countless people shouted in their hearts.

To be so ruthless was truly impeccable. Wei Chen's methods were without any restraint, using every effort to bring down his opponent.

Space tore, and the Gate of Death appeared imposingly in mid-air, while the Rain of Disorder stopped at that very moment.

Whoosh!

A figure immediately flew out from the steps.

It was Desert Dust, it could only be Desert Dust. Driven by the Rain of Disorder to this only place of shelter, and having endured two skills in a row, Desert Dust, who seemed particularly helpless, jumped out immediately after the last raindrop of the Rain of Disorder slipped past him.

Right next to the Gate of Death? As if Han Wenqing didn't see it, Desert Dust jumped straight up, heading straight for Windward Formation on the other side!

Resolute, decisive, without the slightest hesitation, in that instant, the familiar Han Wenqing seemed to have returned all at once. Tyranny fans didn't have time to change their mood and couldn't help but shout out.

Tendrils of black gas condensed and protruded from the Gate of Death, but unexpectedly, the target next to it suddenly darted out. The black gas brandished its claws and immediately chased after Desert Dust.

Han Wenqing ignored it. Desert Dust, who had jumped out, borrowed strength from the wall in mid-air and jumped, continuing to jump; charged, continuing to charge. He didn't care that the black gas tendrils of the Gate of Death behind him were almost reaching him.

Many Tyranny fans in the audience couldn't help but stand up. Many of them immediately forgot that just a few seconds ago, they were still disgruntled that Desert Dust was standing on that small platform, waiting to be slaughtered.

Fist!

Desert Dust, still in the air, threw a punch.

What about Windward Formation?

Windward Formation didn't have time to leave. In order to attack Desert Dust, he descended from his original position, approaching a little. It was this little bit that made Han Wenqing's attack possible. This decisiveness and courage were obviously beyond Wei Chen's expectations. He had calculated that the Gate of Death could be chanted completely when the Rain of Disorder ended. He thought that this was enough, but now he realized that he was wrong. What he thought was enough was far from enough in the face of Han Wenqing's courage.

The black hand tendrils were just a little bit short, but Desert Dust's fist had already reached his face.

Bang!

Hit.

This punch hit solidly.

However, the momentary pause caused by the punch also allowed the pursuing black gas tendrils to finally catch up with Desert Dust and quickly entwine him.

Was this punch just a slight venting of anger?

Everyone thought so, but for Tyranny fans, even if it was just venting anger, this punch was satisfying enough. They had always valued the process more than the result.

But Han Wenqing didn't intend to let it end so simply.

After the punch, Desert Dust put his hands together.

Back Throw!

Windward Formation had been grabbed by him, but the black gas tendrils had also grabbed him and pulled him backward as well.

Two figures flew out together.

Desert Dust held Windward Formation tightly, and the Gate of Death finally captured Desert Dust.

The two figures were thrown together, flying toward the Gate of Death floating in mid-air, bursting into a cloud of light and shadow.

The Gate of Death completed its mission and disappeared. Two figures fell from the air.

One up, one down.

One slower, one faster.

The faster one was Windward Formation. Although he was completely unaffected by the Gate of Death's attack, the Back Throw couldn't be interrupted by the Gate of Death's control.

Desert Dust still completed the Back Throw, bending his waist in mid-air and throwing Windward Formation down. Windward Formation's acceleration was naturally greater, falling faster.

Desert Dust fell freely only after taking the final damage from the Gate of Death.

In mid-air, he had already adopted a posture of pursuit.

Wei Chen had no choice.

Windward Formation was not just randomly thrown down but was thrown down by a Back Throw. The body was stiff after being grabbed and would not disappear until it touched the ground or the effect wore off.

He could only watch Desert Dust lift his leg, Eagle Stamp! Truly flying and leaping like a hawk preying, stepping towards him. But he couldn't make any moves.

Sigh...

Wei Chen sighed lightly in his heart.

Too slow, still too slow.

If he had reacted fast enough and operated fast enough, perhaps that punch wouldn't have hit, or perhaps he could have avoided the Back Throw after the punch. In short, it wouldn't have been the situation now!

In the state of grab-induced stiffness, he could only watch this Eagle Stamp fall. Could he complete the operation to dodge the attack at the moment the effect was removed?

Wei Chen's heart was trembling, and his fingers felt a little stiff.

This was again a test of reaction, operation, and hand speed! What he feared most and was weakest at now was this.

But, the only thing that could resolve the current crisis was this!

If he was stepped on by this Eagle Stamp, allowing Han Wenqing to complete the close-quarters combat, then this Warlock's life would probably be over.

Concentrate and fight here!

Wei Chen gritted his teeth. He no longer looked at Desert Dust but carefully felt the state of his character. He would start operating immediately at the moment the stiffness was removed.

It moved!

The thousands of thoughts in his heart and everything that happened in the arena were only in an instant. Wei Chen felt the stiffness being removed. At that moment, his mind was blank. He forgot that he was in a match, forgot what he was doing, and only had one thought in his mind: complete it, complete this operation.

Windward Formation's hands quickly lifted to his chest...

Bang!

Desert Dust's Eagle Stamp was about to step on Windward Formation's chest.

"Oh!!" The Tyranny fans in the audience cheered, but it stopped abruptly after only one sound.

The Windward Formation being stepped on shattered like a shadow and scattered in the air. Desert Dust's figure continued to fall, straight...

Han Wenqing turned his perspective at this time.

Windward Formation was standing back on the side of the ancient castle wall.

Shadow Clone Technique!

Completed!

Wei Chen's heart was still beating wildly. The lingering fear after surviving a disaster made his body a little weak. Just the operation of such a basic skill had mobilized too much spirit, and the success made him feel a little exhausted.

But it wasn't over yet! This duel could even be said to have only just begun.

Wei Chen quickly continued operating, and Windward Formation began chanting again while climbing on the wall.

Slitting Art!

A black light shot out.

At this distance and in this situation, Wei Chen didn't think about using any big moves to set up a plan. He just wanted to get some damage while Desert Dust was in the air and unable to dodge easily.

The Slitting Art, which had made a judgment, accurately cut towards the landing point of Desert Dust, but the Eagle Stamp skill was not just a single step.

Han Wenqing saw Windward Formation chanting and immediately operated the Eagle Stamp.

Pa pa pa!

Desert Dust stepped three times in a row against the air. There was no target hit, but by using the vibration of these three steps, he slightly slowed down the character's falling speed.

But... he still got hit.

How cunning was Wei Chen? These little tricks were not enough to avoid his predicted attack.

However, besides the damage, this Slitting Art didn't bring too much trouble to Han Wenqing. Desert Dust landed, immediately turned around and jumped up, and ran towards the base of the ancient castle wall again. What about Windward Formation? He was climbing to the top again in a flustered manner.

Wouldn't the process just repeat itself?

Many people were already feeling it.

"No," Li Yibo said on the TV broadcast, dispelling everyone's doubts.

"The skill cooldowns haven't even finished yet, how could it be repeated so quickly," Li Yibo said.

"The skills that were just used are all on cooldown, but perhaps the same method will be used again?" Pan Lin said.

"Uh..." Li Yibo carefully pondered the Warlock's skills again. There shouldn't be, right? He thought uncertainly, but didn't dare to make a judgment.

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