Chapter 594: Abyssal Magic
Though cooperation had been reached, never forget: in these people's eyes, self-interest outweighs everything. Without the right catalyst, not a single one of them would truly dare face Oracis.
Leon knew this all too well...
And the facts proved Leon right. Almost as soon as the Fireburst Spell faded—like fireworks bursting into their most dazzling brilliance—wave after wave of magic poured down on Oracis like a waterfall.
"ROAR..." At the same moment, a thunderous roar shook the entire forest.
In an instant, Oracis's massive body moved. Its tail, covered in dense scales, swept through the air with a sound like a tidal wave. Trees snapped, the earth itself seemed to heave—the sheer force sent shivers down everyone's spine...
Even more terrifying, after that sweeping strike, Oracis finally moved. Its heavy footsteps made the whole forest tremble, as if the ground itself might split open. Oracis was blindingly fast—crossing over a thousand meters in an instant—while its two heads, one crimson and one blue, rose high...
"Damn it!" Felton cursed from midair. A gust of wind flashed, and he vanished, reappearing hundreds of meters away in an instant.
Almost at the same time...
The spot Felton had just occupied suddenly exploded.
A deafening boom—like the earth itself was shaking...
That's right, it really did explode...
Oracis unleashed both frost breath and fire breath at Felton's position, the terrifying powers colliding violently. The area couldn't withstand such force—a thunderous crash echoed, and the whole region erupted.
It looked as if someone had tossed a bomb into the air and set it off—space itself rippled visibly across a hundred meters.
"Damn..." Felton, lucky to survive, couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from his brow. At this point, he had no choice but to fight.
There was no other way—if he didn't fight, he'd be dead.
Oracis didn't care who you were...
Felton hovered in midair, staff raised. Hundreds of wind blades descended, slicing through the air with a barrage of sonic booms. Using the recoil from those blades, Felton doubled his already extreme flight speed—far beyond what ordinary Archmages could imagine. In an instant, he'd circled behind Oracis. At the same time, the gem atop his staff blazed with dazzling light...
For someone of Felton's caliber, those hundreds of wind blades were just an appetizer—the real killing move was the high-level spell he unleashed once he reached a safe distance and had space to cast.
With Felton drawn into the fight, the others couldn't escape either: Seth Watson, Reid Watson, Mark Watson, Anthus Watson, Suvile, Weiss, and so on... Nearly everyone was swept into battle with Oracis by Leon's assault.
Almost everyone present was an Archmage-level powerhouse. Any spell they cast could plunge a lesser mage into despair—especially now, when no one was holding back. After all, their opponent wasn't some ordinary mage, but Oracis, a being of supernatural power.
And so, an awe-inspiring scene unfolded before their eyes.
A rain of meteors filled the sky, black meteorites plummeting down like a swarm of hornets. This ancient beast's sanctuary was instantly bombarded into a scorched wasteland by the onslaught of spells...
But before anyone could unleash a second wave of even greater power, Oracis's counterattack had already begun...
The leftmost head and the third head on the right swung wildly—azure frost and crimson flame, every strand of power radiating a chilling, terrifying aura...
Frost and fire filled everyone's vision in an instant.
Bang!
It was an overwhelming force—the frost seemed to blanket the earth, covering even the thick trees, the ravaged ground, and the rocks nearby in a heavy shell of ice.
Then, the flames descended!
Unlike the fire rain conjured by the team's Archmages, this was the power of ancient gods and demons—blistering heat, as if standing beside the rising sun. The sheer intensity vaporized all moisture in the air in an instant.
The earth seemed ready to split open. With the thunderous crash of falling trees, flames from the core of the earth surged up through the cracks—a volcanic apocalypse etched into everyone's eyes.
This was a world of ice and fire...
Of course, every bit of this devastation was aimed at the entire team.
Whoosh!
At that moment, everyone's face turned grim. No doubt, this was the full-force strike of a peak Archmage. If Oracis's power rose even a little more, he'd be a true Sky Rank.
But everyone knew—waiting for death wasn't an option. Only by fighting back could they hope to survive this onslaught...
At Leon's command, the Archmages in the team instantly cast their strongest defensive spells. The two most powerful, Seth Watson and Felton, even shaped magical shields with their own mana, covering every member.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The power of flame mixed with frost had grown nearly incomprehensible—even high-level Archmages struggled to withstand it. The violent impact left Felton's face pale, his robe whipping around as he tried to hide his trembling body.
By comparison, Seth Watson looked even more miserable. The moment his power collided with Oracis's, he spat a mouthful of blood. If Reid Watson hadn't cast Ice Wall in time, poor Seth might have ended up like Suvile.
Fortunately, thanks to everyone's efforts, they managed to withstand Oracis's attack.
But Oracis's assault was far from over.
Just when everyone thought its counterattack was finally winding down, something even more shocking happened...
Every face turned to shock.
It was Oracis's third head.
Even Leon, usually unflappable, grew pale at the mention of that head—the strongest of all.
Because that head bore the legacy of the Abyssal Demons...
As the offspring of Abyssal Demons and the Ashen Serpent, Oracis may not have inherited the bloodline of both in full—after endless ages, bloodlines inevitably thin.
But it had completely inherited the Abyssal Demon's power—the so-called Abyssal Magic.
What is Abyssal Magic?
Legend has it, the Abyss is a place only demons are fit to inhabit. Deep within its vast, endless reaches, countless demons lurk—some so powerful they possess intelligence far beyond mortals. After millions of years, they've developed Abyssal Magic that rivals humanity's.
The most powerful Abyssal Magic rivals Limit Spells—though not ordinary ones. Only those nearly at Sky Rank can cast such spells.
And now, Oracis was revealing Abyssal Magic to the team, step by step. If it unleashed its full power, it would mean true apocalypse...
Flames and frost were mostly a smokescreen—Oracis used minimal effort to keep its Abyssal head undisturbed. When fire and ice engulfed the world, leaving no room for counterattack, it had all the time it needed to cast Abyssal Magic.
Then, everyone stared in shock as Oracis's central head opened its massive jaws. Strange symbols, like runes, spun around it.
"That's Demon Tongue."
It was Leon who spoke, face grave...
If Natherian script is the most mysterious writing in Northend, then Demon Tongue is unique to the Abyss. It stands for disaster, destruction, and apocalypse.
Now, Oracis was weaving new magic from Demon Tongue.
This sudden shift was enough to spark chaos—a threat to every life present.
As Oracis began chanting magic syllables in Demon Tongue, the arrangement and cadence were unlike any spell in Northend. The surge that erupted was like a tidal storm, sweeping through the spatial rift.
The moment the chanting began, a shockwave rivaling the gods formed—an invisible blast. Even the Archmages were too stunned to speak, their bodies instinctively retreating, unwilling to challenge Oracis. The mysterious Demon Tongue drove them all to despair...
Especially when Demon Tongue rose, the changing environment pushed that despair to the limit...
Abyssal power surfaced, sweeping across the rift. Countless black energies burst like fireworks, gray mist blanketing every inch of land. The unleashed force split the cracked earth, sending chunks flying into the sky.