Chapter 788: You're All Going to Die
In less than three seconds, Leon watched as the kilometer-wide four-elemental storm before him was forcibly torn apart by the Black Dragon Warlord...
Even though Leon knew such an elemental storm couldn't possibly harm the Black Dragon Warlord, he couldn't help but feel his eyelids twitch at the sight.
This lunatic is brutal—he can even tear apart an elemental storm...
Glancing back once, Leon didn't hesitate. He quickly flew along the route etched in his memory and landed on one of the Tree of Wisdom's branches, no longer caring if any dangerous magical beasts might appear.
Landing on the thick branch, Leon swiftly located a teleportation array. He took out two crystal pens, his hands a blur as he rapidly traced symbols onto the array.
Five seconds later, Leon poured a surge of mana into the teleportation array, and in an instant, the array lit up brilliantly.
In the distance, shrouded in endless black smoke and rolling in like a thundercloud, the Black Dragon Warlord saw this and instantly flew into a rage.
"Let's see where you run! If I catch you, I'll make you wish you were dead. I'll put a Kodo Beast's soul into your body, turn you into a mindless glutton, and make you watch for a hundred years, a thousand years—never letting you die!
Bastard! How dare you not tell me where Guridan is? You're dead, he's dead, you're all dead!"
"Heh..."
Leon let out a cold laugh, his body vanishing in a burst of light.
The Black Dragon Warlord landed on the thick branch, pressing his hands onto the teleportation array without hesitation. The black smoke swirling around him condensed into a pillar and surged into the array.
The teleportation array, which had just dimmed, immediately lit up again. A second later, the Black Dragon Warlord's body vanished as well.
Elsewhere, deep within Nightfall Gorge, atop a hillside, a faint teleportation array slowly began to glow. A pillar of light rose, and Leon suddenly appeared.
The moment he arrived, Leon instantly transformed into a flame elemental, scanning his surroundings with heightened vigilance.
Just as I thought. After all this time, things should've finally quieted down here.
This was, unmistakably, the depths of Nightfall Gorge—the place he'd barely escaped last time. The ground still bore the scars of rampant spells, scorched earth everywhere, and even the terrain had changed drastically. In the distance, a branch of the Tree of Wisdom pierced through the sky.
Last time, the Elven Dirge had been unleashed here, turning the landscape upside down. The once-flat ground was gone, replaced by chaotic ridges and mounds. Only the deepest part of Nightfall Gorge remained eerily level.
Leon let out another cold laugh. Of course he knew this was an illusion. From the looks of it, Duncan had fallen asleep again.
Seeing the teleportation array begin to glow again, Leon didn't hesitate—he raised the Doombringer Staff, and above the flat ground deep in Nightfall Gorge, a massive vortex of fire, over ten meters wide, appeared.
The fiery vortex targeted the ground below, unleashing countless fire spells that erupted like a colossal pillar, slamming into the earth.
Instantly, the once-flat ground twisted violently, then dissolved into countless illusions and vanished, revealing a bottomless, pitch-black Abyss.
Thump, thump... thump, thump...
A heartbeat, pulsing with magic and shaking the soul, echoed in Leon's ears. It felt as if the sound was being forcefully poured into his mind, reverberating from the inside out.
Suspended in the Abyss, a massive heart shrouded in black mist beat quietly. An Ashen Orc, his skin pitch-black, pressed both hands against the heart, eyes closed as if in deep sleep.
As endless fire rained down from above, striking the black mist surrounding the heart, the mist—flowing with each heartbeat—instantly boiled like oil splashed into water.
Endless black mist poured out from the heart, forming a column of smoke that crashed violently into the pillar of fire.
Duncan, hands still pressed against the heart, slowly opened his eyes. His pitch-black gaze was filled with rage.
"Who is it? Who dares disturb my slumber again?"
Duncan's furious roar echoed through the air, while Leon, having summoned the fiery vortex, sped toward the front half of Nightfall Gorge.
In midair, thick black smoke appeared as if from nowhere, swirling into three massive vortices. Duncan spat out three Abyssal Runes, which merged into the black smoke vortices.
Immediately, a pitch-black membrane formed at the center of each vortex, and countless abyssal creatures surged out from these three Abyssal Gates.
Evil water elementals, Reapers, Abyssal Imps, Cavern Demons—like a fountain, they poured forth from the three Abyssal Gates.
A horde of abyssal creatures landed on the ground, and their sinister aura spread instantly. At the same time, these creatures spotted Leon escaping ahead.
But at that moment, the teleportation array flared to life—a pillar of light appeared, followed by a torrent of black smoke erupting from within.
The Black Dragon Warlord burst out of the black smoke, his first sight falling on the mass of abyssal creatures and the three floating Abyssal Gates.
"Die! All of you, just die!"
The Black Dragon Warlord, already beside himself with rage, saw the abyssal horde and the three Abyssal Gates. He instantly recalled what Leon had said before—only a Ninth-Rank Title Archmage-level demon warlock could pull off something like this!
Already unhinged, the Black Dragon Warlord realized the entire abyssal horde was lying in ambush for him. Especially seeing the swarm closing in, all the rage he'd bottled up finally erupted.
From the swirling black smoke behind the Black Dragon Warlord, a dozen massive demon claws—each over ten meters long—shot out.
One by one, the pitch-black demon claws descended from the sky, smashing into the abyssal creatures like plows tearing through earth. In less than three seconds, hundreds of abyssal creatures lay dead at the Black Dragon Warlord's feet.
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The three Abyssal Gates were also crushed by the summoned demon claws, shattered with brute force.
Immediately, the Black Dragon Warlord's attention shifted to Duncan, temporarily ignoring Leon behind him.
"So, you're the Chieftain's supporter?"
The Black Dragon Warlord roared, and without waiting for Duncan's response, summoned hundreds of molten meteors. Each one, trailing a long tail of black smoke, hurtled toward Duncan.
Duncan was instantly enraged. He'd been sleeping peacefully, only to be ambushed—he hadn't sensed anyone entering Nightfall Gorge before, and now his own person and the Heart of Constantine were under attack. There was no way he'd back down now.
Duncan glared, spitting out a string of Abyssal Runes. Each rune summoned a surge of abyssal power, as black smoke coalesced into storm clouds overhead, filled with snarling demon faces.
In an instant, a hundred thick black ice spears shot out, colliding violently with the molten meteors.