Chapter 1238
"Matthew Merlin, you've already squandered our mercy. Now, you'll pay the price. That Ironhold—I'll be taking it back myself. As our final act of goodwill, after you're dead, we'll even flip your pathetic family upside down."
Wyatt's transcendent aura erupted, pressing down on Leon with suffocating force. Yet Leon's body only shimmered with a faint ripple of magic, as if all his power had been crushed, unable to break free.
A sphere of corrosion, more than three meters wide, floated before Wyatt. With a careless flick of his staff, the sphere shot toward Leon, its surface swirling with toxic energy.
"Matthew Merlin, I'll cast just this one spell. If you survive, maybe fate's on your side and you get to walk away. If you die, well, blame destiny."
Dense, transcendent power radiated from the sphere, its terrifying force crushing everything in its path. This was a Ninth-Rank single-target spell—its corrosive strength so fierce that no Ninth-Rank titled Magus's shield could withstand it. In the end, not even a fragment of bone would remain.
Beside Leon, Anderson's three faces twisted into mocking smiles. He didn't lift a finger to help, simply watching as the fearsome corrosive sphere barreled forward.
Leon remained indifferent, making no move to defend himself. But when the sphere reached three meters in front of him, it was caught by an invisible hand. The pitch-black sphere neither exploded nor moved—just floated silently before Leon.
After two seconds, the pitch-black sphere faded, turning translucent. After three seconds, the massive sphere dissolved into pure, dark magic and vanished into the air...
Wyatt's cruel smile lingered on his face, but his eyes brimmed with disbelief.
Damn it, why did the spell structure collapse? Did I miss something when casting? That bastard is absurdly lucky—something like this hasn't happened to me in decades.
No matter. I’ll just kill him outright…
Just as Wyatt was about to strike again, a cluster of Law Sigils materialized in front of Leon.
Wyatt, is it? If you can withstand my spell, perhaps I’ll show you some mercy—I won’t kill you.
Leon spoke coldly. In an instant, the chaotic Law Sigils fused together, unleashing a terrifying surge of magic—like a fountain of pure mana erupting, so intense it liquefied as it burst forth.
A three-meter-long obsidian wind blade appeared before Leon, its edge flickering with a constantly shifting spatial rift.
This power was even greater than before—not because the rift was unstable, but because the force was so overwhelming that it tore open space, only for it to collapse and be ripped open again. It looked like a web of black lightning dancing along the wind blade.
The wind blade faded, and at the same moment, Wyatt’s face twisted in horror. The Rule Runes layered on his Spatial Fusion Shield exploded outward, and a black wind blade had already struck the shield.
A crack raced across the shield. Wyatt’s face filled with terror. Without hesitation, he crushed a magic scroll, summoning a layer of pure black light. His body turned into a shadowy blur, which the wind blade sliced in two—Wyatt himself reappeared ten meters away…
Wyatt barely had time to breathe before a Four-Element Bomb, radiating the power of all four elements, appeared before him. The explosion thundered, and before he could raise another shield, he was blasted away.