Chapter 1081: Voidrend Blade
Leon cast Acceleration, surging forward relentlessly. The dense mass of 'Leon' clones blocking the entire road exploded one after another, transforming into streams of spells. These spells then shattered again, dissolving into countless runes that drifted aimlessly in midair...
Within minutes, Leon had dashed through the first-tier spell zone, stepping into the second-tier spell area.
A layer of mist appeared behind him; the humanoid forms conjured by first-tier spells had completely vanished. Entering the second-tier spell zone, as expected, a barrage of second-tier spells fell within the mist, each transforming into humanoid figures and unleashing spells instantly.
Leon barreled through, slaughtering his way forward. The spells in the second-tier zone once again transformed into a mass of runes floating in midair.
An hour later, Leon reached the eighth-tier spell zone. Here, the humanoid figures formed from spells finally posed some threat to him.
The eighth-tier spells here were obviously much fewer than before; fewer humanoid figures appeared, and the transformation from spell to humanoid was much slower.
Scattered across the road ahead stood dozens of eighth-tier 'Leon' spell constructs.
Before these Leons could attack, Leon decisively unleashed his full power. Twelve flaming vortices lined up above his head, releasing an endless torrent of spells.
Those emotionless, rigid 'Leon' constructs—like alchemical golems—were instantly annihilated, over thirty of them wiped out in a flash...
At this moment, the remaining Leon constructs began casting eighth-tier spells...
Starlight Firestorm, Glacier Tempest, Thunderstorm, Tornado, Gaia Landslide, Judgment of Light, Hand of Darkness...
A flood of eighth-tier spells converged, filling the sky—flames, frost, thunder, hurricanes...
All sorts of spells appeared, but their power varied greatly. Starlight Firestorm, often considered the most underwhelming fire spell, is only useful in large-scale battles.
Each falling fireball was only about as powerful as a third- or fourth-tier spell—barely enough to scratch a Title Magus.
Similarly, there were powerful single-target eighth-tier spells—Judgment of Light and Hand of Darkness...
Judgment of Light descended like a ten-meter-long sword of radiant energy, plummeting toward Leon with terrifying speed. In the blink of an eye, it was above his head...
The radiant sword collided with Leon's shield, spawning arcs of lightning at the point of impact. The violent clash of magic sent visible ripples outward.
Hand of Darkness was a massive, silent shadowy hand, seven or eight meters across. Though it lacked fanfare, when it struck Leon's flame shield, it rapidly corroded the barrier, extinguishing the flames.
After extinguishing the flame shield, the Hand of Darkness silently pressed forward, colliding violently with Leon's elemental shield. Magic and darkness clashed and annihilated each other until the hand vanished and Leon's shield dimmed.
After withstanding a barrage of spells, Leon didn't wait for the spell constructs to continue casting. He formed a Four-Element Bomb, trailing a white vapor as it detonated among the crowd. A mushroom cloud rose skyward, and the terrifying blast ripped the dummies to shreds.
In an instant, only countless runes remained drifting in the space. All the spells had been forcibly shattered and could no longer form a coherent spell.
Leon remained calm. Although these dummies were made of spells—each representing a single incantation—they all cast their spell instantly, even the eighth-tier ones.
But after all, they were just spells—stiff and mindless like undead creatures, mechanically repeating the same magic. Except for the spell constructs formed from defensive spells, even those with powerful magic were like children holding deadly weapons, easily defeated.
Throughout his journey from the first- to eighth-tier spell zones, Leon shattered every spell construct into its original incantation, then destroyed the incantations themselves. No further threats remained here.
Leon reached the eighth-tier spell zone and stepped into the mist.
He walked through the mist for less than three seconds before another space appeared before him. In the empty void, only a vast open ground lay ahead. The mist seemed to drag beneath his feet, yet stepping on it felt no different than solid ground.
The runes on the open ground were all mist, and at the center of this expanse, a massive gray serpent lay coiled.
Sensing Leon's arrival, Doroman slowly raised its head from the coils, its icy vertical pupils fixing on Leon with a hint of surprise.
“I didn’t expect a mere Title Magus to make it here. The great Doroman has changed his mind and will give you another chance. Pledge your loyalty now, and the great Doroman will overlook your past mistakes.”
This is your final chance. If you remain stubborn, don’t blame the great Doroman for being merciless.
Doroman slowly raised his head, his massive skull gazing down at Leon like a god looking down on an ant.
Leon glanced at Doroman and shook his head lightly.
Doroman, if not for me, you wouldn’t have awakened even by the day the Spellbook of Ages was destroyed. I didn’t expect you to be so foolish…
As he spoke, Leon floated upward. Behind him, the phantom of a vast, deep wheel appeared, concentric circles of runes rotating together, conjuring countless mages each second.
A purple glow flashed on the Dragon Staff, and the Purple Dragon incarnation appeared instantly behind Leon. The colossal, dignified dragon—over a hundred meters tall—embraced the phantom wheel, silently gazing down at Doroman.
In an instant, Leon’s aura exploded outward, magic surging from his body and merging with the torrent of runes pouring from the phantom wheel behind him.
A torrent of fire spells surged forth, forming a raging wave of flames that crashed fiercely toward Doroman’s head.
Doroman raised his serpent head and spat out a barrage of radiant spells, which instantly condensed into magic in midair, forming a torrent to clash with Leon’s wave of fire spells.
The two torrents of spells collided, sending shockwaves outward. Fire spells clashed with other elemental magics, and fragments of spells blasted in all directions, causing the surrounding mist to expand dramatically.
Foolish human, you have once again spurned the great Doroman’s goodwill. You are doomed—I will devour you directly.
Damn you! Once I devour you, I will become stronger—I’ll break free from this magical avatar state and become a true being.
I possess the Spellbook of Ages, which holds every incantation in existence. One day, I will rule this world, and no one will stop me. Foolish humans are destined to be the lowest slaves.
Die, you fool!
Doroman screamed in rage, spewing spells from his mouth. Hundreds of spells materialized with each breath, none below fifth-tier!
Leon sneered. Instantly, wind and fire whirled around him, merging into a wildly flickering blaze. His body transformed into a seven- or eight-meter-tall Wind-Fire Elemental Avatar.
At the same time, a chained book appeared in his left hand. The chains snapped apart, and the book opened slowly, releasing the radiant glow of the Elemental Chapter, further boosting Leon’s wind-fire spell power.
Behind Leon, twelve wind-fire elemental vortices appeared, unleashing torrents of spells like twelve massive flaming tornadoes, each over ten meters thick.
The twelve flaming tornadoes twisted together like braided ropes, merging into a single colossal tornado, fifty to sixty meters thick.
The flaming tornado surged forward with overwhelming force, absorbing and twisting all of Doroman’s spell torrents, then rebounding with even greater power to suppress Doroman.
A flash of shock appeared in Doroman’s eyes. He kept spewing incantations, unleashing every defensive spell from fifth- to seventh-tier.
Gate of Frost, Earth’s Shelter, Wings of Flame, Light’s Protection…
A dense wall of defensive spells formed instantly, with over a hundred barriers materializing at once.
No one but a Heavenly Rank could cast so many defensive spells at once—not even a Heavenly Rank could unleash every element’s defense in one go!
With so many defensive spells resonating and pulling together, even a transcendent spell would be blocked by this shield. Yet Doroman kept casting defenses, taking no chances.
After spewing a torrent of incantations, Doroman released runes again, giving Leon no chance to break his defenses.
Suddenly, just as the raging flaming tornado was about to crash into the wall of spells, a point of darkness—deep as the void—appeared at its front.
A pitch-black wind blade, seven or eight meters long, shot from the tornado’s center, striking the shield wall with blinding speed.
Before the black blade even touched the shields, the darkness tore through dozens of barriers as if ripping through paper!
Only then did Doroman scream in terror.
“Voidrend Blade! Ultimate spell! Impossible!”
Still screaming, Doroman frantically unleashed another torrent of incantations, desperately replenishing his defenses.
But the blackness of the Voidrend Blade isn’t its true color—it’s wrapped in a spatial rift, splitting everything ahead.
The Voidrend Blade’s immense rending power keeps the space around it perpetually torn—no shield could withstand it.
Some shields were shredded by the spatial rifts before even touching the Voidrend Blade itself.
Some shields were shredded by the spatial rifts before even touching the Voidrend Blade itself.