Chapter 684: Is It Worth It?
Leon ignored everything else and uttered a single, simple syllable. Four swirling vortexes of flame appeared before him, and from within one, a golden-red spear over three meters long emerged. Golden runes were etched along its shaft, and crimson flames radiated outward, filling the air.
When the golden spear finally emerged from the vortex of fire, it became clear that a massive hand, forged from flame, was gripping the spear tightly.
Whoosh!
A sharp, piercing sound split the air as the flaming hand, wielding the golden spear, descended from the sky and brutally impaled the body of the Devourvine, pinning its main body to the ground.
The Devourvine thrashed wildly, its hundred-meter-long body writhing like a giant serpent. Its massive form struck the trunk of the Tree of Wisdom, causing the entire branch to tremble violently.
Leon sneered. All this effort was just to find its main body. The endless vines sacrificed before were merely offshoots of the Devourvine—so long as the main body survived, it could spawn countless more, an endless cycle that would exhaust anyone trying to kill them all.
A mass of vines surged from behind, threatening to engulf Leon, but just as they closed in, three more spears of the Fire God shot forth from the remaining vortexes before him.
The three Fire God Spears flew out, effortlessly piercing the main body of the Devourvine and nailing its frenzied form firmly to the ground.
Golden-red flames burned slowly, spreading like a plague, rapidly infecting every part of the Devourvine's main body. All the vines extending from it were severed at the root, as if in perfect unison.
Faced with mortal danger, the Devourvine didn’t hesitate—it abandoned all its offshoots and poured every ounce of power into its main body. Self-preservation, I guess, isn’t just a human thing.
Those green tendrils that had wrapped me up? They started withering in the blink of an eye.
Just moments ago, those vines had gleamed like emeralds. Now, they went limp like dead snakes, turning yellow and brittle in seconds—then crumbled into a pile of rotten ash.
In an instant, all that was left was the deep green main body of the Devourvine. I swung the Doombringer Staff, and a torrent of fire rained down, turning the battlefield into a blazing inferno that swallowed the Devourvine whole.
The flames roared, and I could swear I heard its shrill screams echoing through the fire. In less than twenty seconds, the gold-red blaze surged, devouring the Devourvine completely. Its desperate thrashing? Snuffed out, just like that.
With a casual wave, I dispersed the flames. What remained was nothing but a charred husk—the Devourvine, roasted to a crisp.
That’s when the others finally caught up from behind. Seth couldn’t help but give me a couple of extra glances. Ever since I’d merged with the Spellbook of Ages and broken through to Ninth Archmage, my power had shot up way too fast—even by my own standards.
That was a level thirty-eight Devourvine, for crying out loud. And it got wrecked so easily. From the sneak attack to the bitter end, I had it pinned down the whole time. Every move it tried? Already calculated and countered. Every attack? Snuffed out before it even started.
Honestly, the poor thing never even got to show off its real strength. It died frustrated, nothing more than a footnote in my story…
Once its main body was exposed, I burned away all those sneaky offshoots with corrosive flames. Then I nailed it in place with the Spear of Vulcan and finished it off with fire—no drama, just business.