Chapter 1185
To be able to inscribe a ninth-tier magic scroll—especially one as terrifying as the Anubis Spear—the scribe must be at least a Sky Rank Level Four mage, someone who has comprehended the laws of death and touched upon the laws of soul, a truly fearsome existence.
Most importantly, casting this spell requires more than just mana—it demands the power of one's soul. Six scrolls, each consuming a considerable amount of soul energy, are no small price to pay. Just look at Morgan's face, twisted in agony as if he'd lost both parents, and you know the cost is steep.
The six Anubis Spears worked exceptionally well. After piercing the Sacred Mountain Avatar's body, a muffled, pained growl escaped its mouth. The churning darkness within it weakened slightly, and more cracks appeared on its surface—seven or eight thick fissures even emerged...
Morgan had played his trump card, and the others dared not hold back either. Anything that could terrify someone as powerful as Crompton—a peak Sky Rank Level Three—was definitely not something they could afford to underestimate.
Didara raised his metal staff, three flaming spheres spinning rapidly beside him. A swirling vortex of flame, barely a meter wide, appeared before him. From within the vortex, a flame spear emerged, gleaming with crimson-gold light and covered in intricate, beautiful patterns.
On the surface of the flame spear, a layer of crimson-gold fire clung tightly. As the spear appeared, the surrounding space was scorched, opening up small black holes that flickered in and out of existence...
In an instant, the flame spear vanished, only to pierce through the Sacred Mountain Avatar's chest. The crimson-gold flames clashed and annihilated the ink-black power within...
Dubois summoned an Elemental Demon. Thunder rolled like a sea, and as Dubois chanted his incantation, the Elemental Demon devoured it all. It let out a pained growl, and a blinding bolt of lightning brewed in its mouth, before shooting out—a glare so intense no color could be discerned—striking the Sacred Mountain Avatar's head...
After casting the spell, Dubois's Elemental Demon suddenly collapsed into lightning and returned to the demi-plane.
Slytherin hesitated for a moment, then split half of the Endless Sand swirling beside him. With a gentle breath, the small handful of earth's Endless Sand transformed into a miniature sand wave that crashed into the Sacred Mountain Avatar. The Endless Sand pierced through the dark power on the avatar's surface and burrowed inside.
Instantly, the Sacred Mountain Avatar's orc body swelled as if inflated, and endless yellow sand burst from every wound across its body.
Bilbo's faint chanting spread out, his Holy Body turning into a shadow as thick shadow law energy filled the air. A shadow dagger stabbed fiercely into the Sacred Mountain Avatar's shadow.
Suddenly, that shadow seemed to come alive, writhing in agony as pained growls echoed...
As for Leon, he didn't summon the phantom of the Balance Scale, nor did he call forth the Divine Fire Embers. Instead, he used law runes as a framework, assembling them into a massive blade of pure black wind.
The pitch-black wind blade, composed of hundreds of law runes, could unleash even just a fraction of the framework's power—far surpassing anything twelve runes could produce.
The black wind blade sliced into the Sacred Mountain Avatar's head. Just as it was about to sever the avatar's neck, the ink-like darkness twisted the blade's angle, only allowing it to cut halfway through before more black power surged forth and forcibly erased the wind blade...
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In an instant, eighteen Sky Rank experts unleashed their strongest single-target spells, flooding the Sacred Mountain Avatar with a torrent of magic and battle qi slashes...
Kros floated in midair, no longer forming more battle qi weapons. Instead, he poured all his qi into the golden sword in his hand, which streaked down from the sky like a golden meteor, aimed straight at the Sacred Mountain Avatar's head.