Chapter 126: Go back to hell!

After saying this, Wright leaned forward and flew towards Zoya like a sharp sword.

The ordinary fighting method of spell shooting between wizards has been proven to be basically ineffective during the battle with Zoya just now. The speed at which Wright cast spells could not match Zoya's flying speed. Every spell he cast was easily dodged by Zoya, and no spell ever really hit it.

Magic, which was supposed to be the main method, seemed to have become a burden at this moment. Wright, who had just experienced a lesson from the Shadow Unicorn, no longer insisted on using magic spells to defend against enemies. He originally held the saprophytic wood wand in his hand. At this moment, it has turned into a bracelet again and is placed on the wrist.

Besides, Wright's Golden Finger was never the magic he learned at Hogwarts, nor was it the alchemy he learned from Nicolas Flamel. There was always only one, and that was

Shadow energy!

Wright stretched out his right hand and drew out a shadow energy that seemed to be burning rapidly around his body. In an instant, it solidified into a sharp black sword.

The next moment, Wright took the energy sword and slashed directly towards Zoya.

Zoya hurriedly flapped his membrane wings. He not only wanted to escape from the attack range of Wright's sword, but also wanted to avoid the shadow energy that seemed to be burning next to Wright!

Zoya simply couldn't understand why the shadow energy possessed by only a few Hell Lords in hell would actually appear in the body of an ordinary boy in the human world at this moment!

But along with the skyrocketing shadow energy, Wright's flying speed also increased by more than one level. Originally, it was Wright who couldn't keep up with Zoya's speed, but now it's Zoya who can't keep up with Wright's shadow!

The offensive and defensive sides in the battle completely changed at this moment!

In just one face-to-face effort, Wright had completely restrained Zoya's shadow.

next moment.

A sharp and piercing sound of metal tearing sounded. Zoya, who was unable to react, had a large gash on his left arm by the shadow sword in Wright's hand. A large stream of dark red blood with the smell of sulfur flowed down his arm. The huge wound flowed down and fell to the ground.

Zoya struggled wildly in mid-air, trying her best to break free from Wright's shadow shackles.

Wright let it go as it wished.

Zoya flapped its membrane wings very quickly, and flicked his left hand at the moment when Wright released the shadow restraint. Drips of dark red demonic blood burst out from the wound, drawing several round traces in the air, and made a slight sizzling sound after falling on the ground.

Nicoléme, who was standing on the high platform at the edge of the alchemy workshop, had completely let go of his worries at this time. He was so relaxed that he was even smiling at the showdown between a man and a demon in the air of the workshop. In Nicoléme's view, as long as Zoya's extraordinary flight speed is restricted, then its other methods are not a concern.

And that's exactly what happened.

Zoya couldn't adapt to Wright's soaring flying speed at this moment, not to mention that it had just scratched one of its arms by Wright, and the massive blood loss made it difficult to maintain its basic balance in flight.

In addition, although the devil is naturally more familiar with shadow energy than other creatures, this does not mean that it can resist attacks from shadow energy well.

Moreover, while Wright was attacking Zoya, he kept waving shadow energy crazily around him, which greatly interfered with Zoya's perception. In addition, after Wright gradually became familiar with and adapted to the skyrocketing shadow energy during the attack, his speed became faster and faster.

"You think you're flying fast, don't you?"

The shadow sword came out of Wright's hand and was inserted directly into Zoya's injured left arm. Even the devil couldn't bear the pain, and Zoya let out a miserable howl.

"You had a lot of fun playing the cat and mouse game earlier, didn't you?"

This time it's the right hand.

"Now it's my turn to play a fruit-cutting game with you!"

Wright controlled Zoya's shadow to stay in mid-air. Looking at Zoya's current appearance, it seemed as if he was nailed there by the two shadow swords in his hands.

Zoya frantically tried to break free from the shadow's shackles, but the harder it struggled, the tighter the shadow's shackles became.

"Go back to hell!"

A shadow sword appeared in Wright's hand again, and the shadow energy wrapped around his body slowly transformed into a huge black figure along with his movements.

The shadow giant roared and raised the long sword in his hand, took a step across, from left to right, and struck down the steel demon in the air with one swing!

The demon's blood spurted out from his neck, and was instantly vaporized by the raging shadow energy, directly dyeing this small area into a blood mist space that smelled of sulfur.

The steel demon's head fell from mid-air into the blood mist, making a dull thud. After its remaining body in the air twitched twice, the silver metal on the surface of the body slowly faded back to its original dark color.

"Huh!" Wright let out a long breath and controlled the shadow energy to fly away from the area.

After completely dealing with Zoya, Wright had the idea to relax his tense fighting nerves.

After living two lifetimes, this was the first time that Wright felt that he was so close to death.

When he was training with Dumbledore at school, Wright could release his magic or other methods without any scruples, because Wright knew that Dumbledore would not be unable to catch his magic, and Dumbledore would not fight back. Take your own life.

While fighting crime in London or Edinburgh, Wright had never faced such a formidable opponent. Generally, as long as you use shadow to control the opponent, those on the opposite side will appear more or less mentally disturbed, resulting in a sharp drop in level.

But this time, Demon Zoya is far faster than Wright, and he also has rich combat experience. Although it was imprisoned by Nicoléme for four hundred years, its previous combat experience was quickly recovered in the battle with Wright.

In the subsequent battle, Wright was not given any chance to breathe at all. After succeeding in one attack, he directly carried out the next attack, hoping to use this to expand the result or win with one blow.

Wright's previous main methods of fighting enemies basically couldn't keep up with the opponent's movement speed. If it hadn't been for the sudden burst of shadow energy, Wright even felt that he might have fallen on this demon alchemy puppet.