Chapter 1220
A group of mages, looking every bit as panicked as fleeing refugees, rapidly retreated and hid behind a mage tower.
As the shockwave swept past, the nine-story mage tower instantly erupted with a surge of magical energy. Its defenses autonomously strengthened to the limit, and a rose-colored crystal-shaped barrier enveloped the entire tower.
But before the many Heaven-tier mages could breathe a sigh of relief, a clear sound rang out from the rose-colored crystal floating atop the mage tower.
Crack—
The moment that clear sound rang out, Laborde’s face turned completely green. Without a second thought, he unleashed his strongest defensive magic and shrank into his shell, playing dead.
The crystal floating atop the mage tower exploded into fragments, and the rose-colored barrier was torn apart like paper by some brute force.
A wave-like spatial shockwave slowly crashed into the mage tower. In an instant, the magical energy radiating from the nine-story tower was rapidly depleted. Three seconds later, the tower itself was ripped apart—the upper five floors shattered into countless pieces, swept backward by the wave.
On the lower floors of the mage tower, large chunks of debris kept peeling off, and in several places, the walls had already disappeared...
After the spatial shockwave passed, it seemed as if everything had vanished. The obsidian wind blades and deep blue moon blades were both annihilated, and the shattered fragments of space gradually returned to calm.
All around the battlefield, dust and debris filled the air, mixed with chaotic magical fluctuations that lingered.
Once everything quieted down, Laborde dismissed his fusion shield and walked out with a bitter smile.
It's over, truly over. Lord Blackman has taken down Master Leon—there’s no way this ends well for us.
If the elders up above ask about this, what are we supposed to say?
Did Master Leon really break the record for fastest passage through the Mistveil Layer the moment he arrived at the depths of the ancestral estate, only to be taken out by Lord Blackman right after?
The elders might even toss us into some remote plane as miners—not to mention that monster Thornton Merlin.
If he hears about this, he’ll definitely recall those unpleasant memories from years ago. Who knows, not only might Lord Blackman get beaten so badly he won’t get out of bed for a year, but we could all have our magic sealed and be pummeled until we can’t take care of ourselves for half a year…
None of the Heaven-tier mages felt like spectating anymore. One by one, their heads drooped in defeat. After something like this, even those watching wouldn’t escape unscathed…
Once Redman steadied himself, the first thing he did was fly into the dust-filled area of chaotic magical turbulence, gritting his teeth as he charged toward Lord Blackman’s position.
A rule rune blazing with scorching flames shot outward, and in an instant, Redman spat out a rapid string of incantation syllables.
He really is a true Caucasus Battlemage—his fighting style is insanely fierce. I used every trick I had, and could only barely hold my own. And he was only using Sky Rank Level Two strength…
Plus, the power of the Balance Law only lasts a bit over a minute now. So if Blackman only uses Sky Rank Level Two, I can maybe hold out for two minutes at most. Any longer, and I’m definitely the one who dies…
Whether it’s ball lightning or that deep blue moon blade, both are ridiculously strong—far above what normal mages can do. No wonder they say powerful Caucasus Battlemages outclass their peers in raw combat power.
This is what a real powerhouse looks like…
Good thing he stopped in time. After that last strike, if he’d kept attacking, I’d barely be able to hang on. If it came down to a death match, odds are I’d be the one dead…
While Lin Yun was sighing, he cast another Gale spell, but it was still just a gentle breeze. He stepped out of the area and immediately saw Blackman hunched behind his shield, silent, while Redman was going berserk, hurling 'idiot' over and over.
Fireballs, each like a tiny sun, exploded on Blackman's shield like rain…
Lin Yun blinked, completely clueless about what was going on.
He saw a group of mages in the distance, keeping far away—no one dared approach the raging Redman.
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After thinking it over, Lin Yun didn’t dare intervene. He sidled up to Laborde and quietly asked:
"Lord Laborde, what exactly is Lord Redman doing?"
Laborde gave a bitter smile.
"Let’s just leave it be. Let Lord Redman vent—no one can talk him down. Careful, or you’ll end up like Lord Blackman, getting thoroughly thrashed…"
Laborde replied offhandedly, but when he glanced back, he saw Lin Yun standing behind him in his tattered robes. Laborde froze, mouth opening and closing like he’d seen a ghost.
"Ma... Mafa... you... you... you..."
Lin Yun looked puzzled.
"What’s wrong, Lord Laborde?"
Suddenly, Lin Yun noticed everyone else looking at him like they’d seen a ghost. Realization dawned, and he quickly added:
"It’s nothing, Lord Laborde. Just pretend I never asked. Talking about Lord Redman and Lord Blackman behind their backs isn’t really appropriate. Let’s just quietly watch from the sidelines."
"Lord Mafa, you’re not dead!"
After stammering for a good while, Laborde finally managed to get the words out.
The moment he said that, Redman—who’d been raging—froze as if hit by a Petrification spell, instantly stopping his assault. He abandoned Blackman and flew straight over.
Blackman, seeing Lin Yun alive, flashed a look of shock, then pure joy. He grinned and jogged over.
A crowd of mages gathered around Lin Yun, their eyes weirdly intense—especially Laborde, who kept scanning Lin Yun up and down, looking like he’d seen a ghost.
"Why are you all looking at me like that? I was just sparring with Lord Blackman, how could I possibly be dead? Besides, didn’t Lord Blackman only use Sky Rank Level Two power?
Still, Lord Blackman is seriously strong. I’ve fought Caucasus Battlemages before—their fighting style isn’t quite the same as Lord Blackman’s, but the vibe is similar. Only, Lord Blackman is even more savage.
Even berserk orcs rarely measure up to Lord Blackman…"
Lin Yun’s face was full of genuine admiration—he meant every word.
Lin Yun remembered clearly: in the desolate library of Haither City, there were plenty of records. Back when the Northend world reached its peak, that style of spellcasting from a distance had long been abandoned.
The strongest, most recommended combat style was Blackman’s. The Elemental Avatar spell kept evolving, all to boost mage combat, making up for the physical weakness mages had.
So, during Northend’s golden age, any swordsman who tried to suppress a mage by getting close was just asking to die. Plenty of mages were stronger in close-quarters than swordsmen!
Everyone kept staring at Lin Yun, and anyone could tell his awe was genuine—no one could fault him for it.
Blackman looked a little embarrassed, suddenly quiet and reserved.
Did this guy really not notice that my last attack went beyond Sky Rank Level Two?
This guy’s even scarier than Thornton Merlin—he actually took that hit and survived, just looking a bit roughed up, barely drained any magic at all.
Good thing he didn’t get beaten up. I don’t know who said he’s a genius on par with Thornton Merlin—total nonsense. When Thornton Merlin was Sky Rank Level One, I beat him up good.
But Mafa, this monster among monsters, is just a Level Nine Titled Archmage. Damn, why are the younger generation so terrifying these days?
If I’d seriously injured him, he’d probably come back for payback soon enough. I’ve been stuck at the peak of Sky Rank Level Three for ages. If this guy advances to Sky Rank Three—no, even Level Two—he could put me in bed for a year…
But did he really not notice?