Chapter 972: Besiege Wei to Rescue Zhao
The ever-shifting magma pool had now remained in place for over ten seconds, but Dubois Charles was utterly unconcerned. The Thunder Spirit was already pressing down, just thirty meters above Leon's head. Once it suppressed the magma pool, it would turn the entire area—hundreds of meters across—into a sea of lightning.
It would be like a domain of thunder; any power not belonging to lightning, or not controlled by the Thunder Spirit, would be annihilated.
The magma pool, just two hundred meters in diameter, had already reached several hundred meters deep in those few seconds. The deeper it went, the greater the pressure. When it reached such depths, it was only about thirty meters deep—here, the power of the earth's fire veins could be felt, yet Leon did not stop.
Hiding within the magma pool, Leon stared intently at the slowly descending Thunder Spirit, completely unconcerned about the terrifying drain on his magic. Every three or four seconds, the Thunder Spirit would exhaust all his mana, and up to now, he had already replenished his magic seven times...
This Thunder Spirit's body was still quite ethereal, constructed only of lightning in the shape of bones. Its movements were extremely slow, especially outside the demi-plane, drifting like a slowly floating thundercloud.
Battles between Sky Rank mages rarely looked like this—Dubois Charles was simply bullying his opponent by suppressing them with the Thunder Spirit's true body. There was no need for strenuous attacks; he just had to draw endless lightning, turning the area into a sea of thunder, where anyone trapped would suffer countless strikes every second.
Anyone below Sky Rank would be doomed—no one could withstand such a brute-force assault...
"Matthew Merlin, you have no chance left. You're not getting away—pay the price for your foolishness..."
Dubois Charles floated in midair, laughing heartily, a look of satisfaction on his face. Last time, he hadn't managed to kill Leon, and with everything that's happened lately, Dubois Charles had been holding back a bellyful of rage.
The Thunder Spirit appeared just a dozen meters above the magma pool, its hundred-meter-tall body surrounded by drifting Black Clouds, already beginning to touch the surface of the pool.
All around, bolts of lightning sprang out of thin air, the crackling sounds gradually merging into a sheet of noise. Fine threads of lightning spread out like a spiderweb, wrapping the entire magma pool.
Inside the magma pool, a hint of regret appeared on Leon's face.
Too bad. If he'd just waited a few more seconds, he could have drawn out even greater power...
At this moment, the magma pool was like a giant inverted cone, plunging deep into the earth. The fire veins below had already been drawn out, but Leon wanted to bring forth even greater power, so he kept suppressing the eruption of the fire veins with all his strength.
Now that the Thunder Spirit had started this brute-force crushing strategy, Leon could only abandon his plan to keep gathering power...
The once violently churning magma pool suddenly grew calm, as if some force had forcibly frozen it. A terrifying, oppressive aura erupted from the pool like a volcanic explosion.
Rumble...
A muffled thunder echoed from deep underground, and the earth for thousands of meters around began to shake violently, as if some monstrous beast was about to burst forth from below.
Dubois Charles's expression changed slightly, and without hesitation, he unleashed his most powerful attack—endless lightning transformed into a Thunderfall, crashing down with brutal force.
Fight? Then let's see who can outlast the other. Even if I get hurt, I’ll destroy his Thunder Spirit at least once!
This kind of injury—two bottles of life potion are enough to recover. As for the mana spent, that’s nothing. I’ve never heard of a mage with a natural demi-plane ever running out of mana…
That Thunder Spirit is basically unkillable—if it’s destroyed, it’ll just resurrect inside that demi-plane. As long as Dubois Charles lives, the Thunder Spirit is immortal. As long as the demi-plane doesn’t collapse, the Thunder Spirit can’t die.
But every time the Thunder Spirit is destroyed and resurrects within the demi-plane, it consumes the core power of that demi-plane!
It’s the same principle as a mage’s vitality—except for leveling up, there’s rarely a chance to increase the demi-plane’s core power. If the core power is depleted, it’s as bad as crippling a Sky Rank mage.
Just now, when the Thunder Spirit died once, Dubois Charles’s demi-plane collapsed by a quarter. At its current size, if the Thunder Spirit dies two more times, the demi-plane will collapse completely…
Dubois Charles hovered in midair, eyes bloodshot, glaring at Leon below, but he no longer dared to summon the Thunder Spirit. All he could do was cast spells frantically, unleashing torrents of thunder magic.
Down below, Leon knew he couldn’t bait Dubois Charles anymore, so he poured all his effort into spellcasting—an endless barrage of lava spells answered the thunder from above.
The two kept shifting positions, exhausting their mana and then replenishing it, only to resume their magical duel again and again…
For a full day, neither held back. The land for thousands of meters around was obliterated over and over—mountains leveled, vegetation vanished without a trace.