Chapter 1335
Swallowed by the little lizard, Leon had no choice but to temporarily set aside all other thoughts and focus on how to escape.
The steel warship slid down the little lizard’s esophagus toward its stomach. The fleshy walls squeezed the ship, warping its steel hull as if it were mere cotton candy, while residual acid rapidly corroded the vessel’s body.
In just a few seconds, the warship had been corroded by five or six meters. At this rate, by the time it reached the stomach, three seconds at most would be enough for the entire ship—along with everything inside—to be completely dissolved!
Leon drew the Doombringer Staff. Behind him, the violet shadow of a dragon and a massive wheel appeared—Death Tome, Spellbook of Ages, Arcane Wheel—all manifested at once.
"Damn it, Merlin, where are we—oh hell, is this inside some giant beast’s stomach?"
When Anderson appeared, his three faces twisted in horror. Standing in the captain’s cabin, he surveyed the scene: the seemingly soft flesh around them was powerful enough to crush steel, and the warship was being rapidly eaten away by the lingering acid.
Leon ignored Anderson’s panicked screams. He flipped open the Death Tome and, on the Sage’s Chapter, imprinted a suitable spell—Flame Elemental Torrent—and immediately activated it.
A thirty-meter-wide vortex of fire burst open, unleashing a torrent of dark red elemental flames that erupted like a flood from its center.
The Flame Elemental Torrent, with power rivaling a ninth-tier spell, tore open a gate to the Elemental Plane of Fire. Rivers of high-level elemental fire surged forth—flames so intense that even Sky Rank mages could be burned alive.
Leon’s expression remained grim as he summoned the Avatar of the Elemental Elf King once more, rendering himself immune to the surrounding elemental flames. Both the Elemental Chapter and Senluo Chapter erupted with their strongest enhancements.
Countless fire rule runes materialized, and Leon opened one Fire Gate after another. Every mage poured their entire mana reserves into the gates, maximizing their destructive power.
An ancient, spectral balance manifested beneath Leon’s feet; the Spellbook of Ages and the Arcane Wheel settled onto opposite sides of the scales.
The Spellbook of Ages opened a towering Fire Gate, tens of meters high, unleashing torrents of flame. Within its world, countless fire spells danced, summoning even more infernos.
Anderson knew this was no time for jokes or idle chatter. He manipulated the Arcane Wheel, relentlessly summoning Fire Gates. Countless dark red flames, tinged with gold, were conjured forth from the elemental ether.
The remnants of the warship were instantly engulfed by elemental fire. At least a hundred Fire Gates converged into a massive sphere, and the summoned flames could easily incinerate a hundred kilometers in a single breath.
Yet all these flames were nothing but fuel...
The Spellbook of Ages now held over thirty types of advanced elemental fire, each capable of threatening even a Sky Rank mage.
Fueled by these superior elemental fires, the unique flames spewing from the Spellbook of Ages began to spread rapidly. Countless blazes clashed and devoured each other within the cramped two hundred meter space, pressed together by external force, fusing and compressing relentlessly.
At last, they merged into a mass of pure black flame. The moment it appeared, the entire multicolored world was consumed by darkness. The two hundred meter area was now nothing but black fire, steadily intensifying. The flames kept multiplying, yet their volume remained unchanged—compressed, condensed, until the space was thick with viscous, flowing black fire.
The remnants of the warship had been reduced to molten iron and vaporized away. It looked as if a mass of pure black fire slid down the corridor, leaving charred streaks along the fleshy walls—walls strong enough to deform steel armor.
Beyond, the grotesque shadow of the planet loomed. The young lizard let out a tormented screech, writhing in distress. Its massive tail swept sideways, snapping a mountain thousands of meters tall clean in half...
But a few seconds later, as the fireball slid down its esophagus and dropped into the young lizard’s stomach, it finally quieted, collapsing motionless.
Behind Leon, the phantom of the Arcane Wheel spewed a torrent of fire runes. Over a hundred Fire Gates had already been summoned, and the pace was only accelerating.
Layers upon layers of Fire Gates clustered at the heart of the massive black fireball, drawing in elemental flames to fuel the black inferno.
Feeling the black fire compressed to its absolute limit, Leon’s eyes showed no hint of relief—he continued to summon, continued to cast with frenzy.
Of all the spatial laws he’d mastered, none could be used against this young lizard. To wield such power here would mean a gruesome death.
If the young lizard spat them out, they’d die just as horribly. The only hope was to burn this juvenile spatial behemoth alive from within.
A level forty-four or forty-five spatial behemoth could toy with him effortlessly. At lower ranks, the gap between humans and these monsters was insurmountable. Only at the peak of Sky Rank could a human stand on equal footing—or perhaps surpass them.
Take Agalon, for instance—he’s only one rank higher than the adult lizard, yet he could suppress it completely. But against this juvenile, you’d need at least a level forty-six mage to stand a chance, and even then, victory is far from certain.