Chapter 752: Caution
In an instant, the six demonic heads swirling around Rodney spun rapidly. Suddenly, Rodney's position swapped with one of the demon heads.
The Voidrend Blade sliced that demon head into fragments, releasing a thick cloud of black smoke. Within just two or three seconds, the smoke coalesced once more into a demonic head.
No progress. Rodney's expression, however, grew even more grave.
Those three Wind Blade spells just now carried subtle spatial fissures—their cutting power was terrifying. Even the demonic heads I conjured couldn't withstand them. If I get hit, it won't end well...
I only found a hint of a trail, but after chasing it down, it turns out it's them. And this person—clearly just a Ninth-Rank Mage—is somehow this powerful...
Rodney kept casting spells, sending out a barrage of dark green fireballs that blanketed over a hundred meters. As these massive fireballs, each two or three meters across, approached Leon, they exploded one after another.
In an instant, the sky seemed to erupt into a vast sea of dark green flames, waves of fire rolling for hundreds of meters, crashing down toward Leon.
Before the flames even struck, Leon caught a whiff of something acrid—his own magic felt sluggish within him.
There's poison in the flames!
In an instant, the magic within Leon surged outward, transforming into a raging wind vortex. Countless ice crystals formed in front of him, layering atop one another like dragon scales, eventually combining into a massive drill.
Leon hid behind the drill, propelled by the wild wind, charging headlong into the wave of flames without dodging or retreating.
Instantly, countless ice crystals shattered, evaporated by the sheer force of the flames. Yet from within the drill, even more ice crystals surged forth to replenish it.
The frenzied rotation of the whirlwind drew most of the fire around Leon, while the spinning ice drill pierced through the toxic wave of flames, breaking the spell in a flash.
Rodney, watching from afar, was taken aback. He hadn't expected Leon to evade the attack this way. If one had dodged backward or tried to resist, the toxic fire wave would have reached its full power. But by charging straight through, Leon encountered only a fraction of its strength—barely a tenth of its maximum.
The massive ice drill burst through the toxic flames and continued barreling toward Rodney.
The terrifying rotational force carried a surge of wild magical energy—even the ice crystals themselves seemed on the verge of shattering from the strain.
The spinning demon heads shifted slightly, causing Rodney's position to change. Where Rodney had just stood, a demon head opened its maw, unleashing a dark green beam of light—a torrent of heat blasting forth.
Thunderous explosions echoed nonstop. In an instant, both the demon head and the ice drill detonated together.
But when the ice drill burst apart, Leon was nowhere to be seen. Above Rodney's head, Leon brandished the Doombringer Staff, unleashing a barrage of Detonation spells.
A massive blue fireball, two meters in diameter, trailed a tail of blue flames dozens of meters long, crashing into Rodney almost instantly.
Boom, boom, boom...
Amid the violent explosions, blue flames burned relentlessly. Yet within the fire, a black cloud of smoke formed an egg-shaped shield, protecting Rodney at the center.
Leon cast another spell, instantly unleashing a dozen more Detonations. But suddenly, his gaze shifted, and his casting transformed into a Flame Chain.
The Flame Chain grabbed Leon himself, violently flinging him away.
The next moment, a dozen flames thick with black smoke erupted in the sky, converging from all directions to strike where Leon had just been.
Rodney appeared not far away. "You're strong, but I won't let you find that place."
Rodney spoke gravely. Leon, a bit baffled, sneered, "Keep pestering me and don't blame me for getting rough. Being used and still helping them—are all orcs this stupid?"
The fight continued. But after more than ten minutes of battle, neither could gain the upper hand. Strangely, both began to pull their punches, their attacks gradually weakening.
As Rodney attacked, he pondered Leon's earlier words.
Helping someone who's manipulating you? Is he looking for someone? Judging by his behavior, maybe he's chasing after a person—not searching for that gate?
Rodney pondered deeply, growing more convinced it was unlikely. After all, the legend only mattered to the Ashen Orcs, and Leon was clearly human—he wasn't here to sabotage, either.
Leon also picked up on Rodney's words. The Ashen Orcs had mobilized to search for some place, so it couldn't be for the Life Sigil Relic Spirit.
After a while, Leon found the fight pointless—a total waste of time here. Rodney, too, felt battling Leon was a waste.
Their goals didn't conflict at all; there was no need for a life-and-death struggle.
Suddenly, both who had been fighting fiercely retreated at the same time.
Leon and Rodney suddenly called a truce, though the battle below remained ferocious.
In the sky, orc Wind Riders steered their wyverns in repeated dives, hurling poisoned spears that broke the sound barrier as they fell.
The sharp whistling of the spears was endless. Orc Wolf Riders circled Anderson's group, launching charge after charge.
Ashen Orc demon warlocks kept casting Abyssal spells, the air thick with magical collisions—waves of magical energy rippling outward again and again.
Anderson's group fought with everything they had, unleashing spells in every direction. The poisoned spears were shattered mid-air by waves of magic before they could even hit the ground.
Not once did the orc Wolf Riders' charges break the group's formation. Hubert swung Slaughter, steadfastly guarding everyone. Whenever a Wolf Rider managed to breach their defenses, Hubert's monstrous strength sent them flying.
The countless orc slaves were now useless—any stray magical blast could tear them to pieces.
Compared to the fierce fighting below, the sky above grew eerily quiet. After a long pause, a voice finally rang out overhead.
"Still want to fight?"
Rodney hovered in midair, six massive demon heads swirling around him. Their emerald eyes locked onto Leon, ready for any attack.
Leon waved away the flames coiling around the Doombringer Staff, shook his head indifferently. "Pointless. I'm done fighting."
Hearing Leon's words, Rodney realized their goals didn't conflict at all. Fighting here was utterly meaningless—a waste of everyone's time.
"Stop. Everyone, fall back."
Rodney glared at Leon and shouted to those below. Instantly, both the orc Wolf Riders and the slaves halted their attack.
The orc Wolf Riders, eyes bloodshot and auras boiling with fury, all obeyed Rodney's command. Each reined in their mounts and began restoring order to the ranks.
Even the orc slaves—who fought as if they didn't care for life or death—halted almost instantly at Rodney's order.
Only a few, driven mad by battle, kept charging at Anderson's group while everyone else stopped.
A few Wolf Riders, faces cold, rode over and mercilessly beheaded the disobedient orc slaves.
In an instant, all the orc slaves calmed down, one by one halting their charges.
The wyverns soared high, keeping watch from above instead of diving down. The Abyssal energy boiling among the demon warlocks began to dissipate.
"Everyone, stop."
Rodney spoke first, and the Ashen Orc elites halted immediately. Leon also told Anderson's group to stand down.
Immediately, the torrent of spells surrounding Anderson's group faded. The blazing Arcane Wheel spun quietly as runes slowly sank into it and vanished.
The spellcasters all stopped, drawing together warily toward the center.
But just as everyone stood down and the battle ended, Cohen—the Ashen Orc Overseer—quietly crept to the edge of Anderson's defensive ring.
A green light burst from his hand, slamming toward the nearest target—Elsa. Instantly, countless green rays formed a grinning demon head with a long tail and gaping maw, streaking for Elsa's back.
"Watch out!"
The sudden change shocked everyone. Anderson, controlling the Arcane Wheel, instantly conjured several Frost Shields behind Elsa.
But the sinister green demon head bit down hard on the Frost Shields, shattering them to pieces without even slowing down.
Boom!
In an instant, the demon head of green light slammed into Elsa's back. It grinned, jaws gaping, biting deep—half its head seemed to burrow into Elsa's body.