Chapter 853: Violet Drake
As that massive blue flame enveloped Daryl, the earth began to quake violently. Centered on Daryl, the ground seemed to surge like a tidal wave, a wave made entirely of shattered rocks!
The spot where Daryl stood instantly collapsed seven or eight meters, while the surrounding land rose up like the surface of the sea, sending up a ring of earth waves seven or eight meters high. The waves spread outward, leaving upheaval and destruction in their wake.
The waves spread for four or five hundred meters before finally subsiding. Within that range, the land was left utterly broken. What was once a smooth slab of stone was now covered in countless fragments, none larger than a clenched fist...
The terrifying blast swept through the area, clearing away the Venom Mist within hundreds of meters. The mist was driven back as if by a raging wind, forced outward by sheer force.
In an instant, there was no trace of Venom Mist within four or five hundred meters. Even the air itself grew thin, and at the very center, it was swept away completely...
Two seconds later, hundreds of phantom lightning spears shot out from the blue flame, like countless spikes piercing through a shell.
The burning blue flame exploded outward, revealing the battered Daryl within. His heavy armor was now tattered, his skin covered in burns. Even his famed resilience couldn't withstand the damage of such spells...
Smoke curled from Daryl's entire body, his face flushed red, and his body trembling. But worse things were still to come.
Most of the air within several hundred meters had been sucked away, and the closer to the center, the thinner it became. At the very core—those dozen meters—it had been blasted into a perfect vacuum...
As the explosive force dissipated, air and Venom Mist from hundreds of meters away surged back in all at once.
Venom Mist, even denser than usual, surged in from all directions, accompanied by a crackling thunderstorm as Daryl was struck again.
His face turned pale, and for the first time, he realized the latent power hidden in ordinary air.
Daryl's expression shifted as the Venom Mist began to erode him from within, flooding his body with toxic energy.
Normally, he could withstand the Venom Mist for an hour without any erosion, and even three hours here wouldn't pose a fatal threat.
But now, with the Venom Mist surging back, the process of erosion had already begun.
Before Leon could make another move, Daryl roared in fury.
"Damn bastard, this isn't fair! You use the Venom Mist against me—what kind of skill is that? Despicable Auckland mage, you're always so underhanded! If this were a place that favored me, my lightning spear would have already pierced your heart!"
Daryl thundered in rage, glaring at Leon, his face full of unwillingness. With the Venom Mist already eroding his body and magic, continuing the fight would only hasten the process.
Even if he won in the end, the Venom Mist's erosion would leave his body and magic devastated. He'd be lucky to survive, and recovery would take a very long time.
Daryl seethed with fury and resentment. Damn bastard, actually using the Venom Mist in battle—Auckland mages really are all scheming little rats. He doesn't fear the erosion here; fighting in this place doesn't affect him at all, while I have to battle and resist the Venom Mist's corrosion.
This is completely unfair. If we were somewhere else, somewhere I wasn't affected, I'd have already pierced that bastard's face full of holes with my lightning spear.
Leon just watched Daryl's furious accusations with a cold smile, then casually tossed over a vial of alchemical potion.
"I'm giving you a chance to kill me."
Daryl eyed the vial of alchemical potion, his gaze suddenly turning wary. In an instant, he used a wind spell to snatch it up, keeping the potion at a safe distance.
Watching the potion float a dozen meters away, then glancing at Leon's cold smile, Daryl's face was full of uncertainty.
Inside the glass vial, a mysterious potion shimmered green with a hint of violet. It didn't look dangerous, and remembering that Leon seemed to have a way to resist the Venom Mist here, Daryl began to understand.
This vial must be the key to why that bastard can walk freely here. But why would he be so generous, giving me a potion to resist the Venom Mist?
How could a cornered Auckland mage suddenly turn so noble? There must be a plot. Yes, it has to be some trick—he wants me to drink a poisoned potion, so he can easily kill me when I'm weak.
No, he's already got the upper hand, and I'm showing signs of Venom Mist erosion. He doesn't need to kill me—just keep me here long enough, and the mist will do the rest.
This damned Mafa Merlin may be cunning, but dragging out the fight here shouldn't be difficult for him. He doesn't need to use a potion to trick me.
That's it, I get it now. Auckland mages aren't just schemers—they're proud. He must think beating me with a potion is humiliating, so he's giving me a chance to resist the Venom Mist, then defeat me fair and square.
That bastard is way too arrogant. If I don't use the potion to resist the Venom Mist, I'll end up killing myself before he even has to lift a finger. Killing Mafa Merlin would be much easier then.
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Daryl's mind raced with a string of thoughts. Seeing Leon's cold smile only made him more certain of his suspicions.
Controlling the potion, Daryl raised his head and sneered at Leon, then swallowed it without hesitation.
In the next moment, a flash of surprise crossed Daryl's eyes. He had expected it, but hadn't guessed the anti-venom potion would work so well.
The surrounding Venom Mist seemed to ignore his presence, and the trace of toxins inside him faded instantly, expelled from his body at remarkable speed.
In less than a second, the effect of the Venom Mist vanished. The mist brushed past his skin as if he were just another stone in the valley.
Daryl's expression kept shifting.
Damn, he's not just partially resistant—he's completely immune to the Venom Mist here. No wonder this bastard can unleash such power.
The environment here doesn't affect him at all!
But now, haha, that arrogant Auckland mage will finally pay for his arrogance. He actually dared to give me such a potion—doesn't he know that without the Venom Mist holding me back, I can unleash my full strength?
Daryl couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Mafa Merlin, you're practically asking for death, giving me this anti-venom potion. As payback, I'll kill you as quickly as possible, so you won't feel a thing."
Just tell me how to make this potion, and after I kill you, I won't trouble anyone else in your Merlin Family. Even the Caucasus battle mages won't make things hard for your clan. All grudges will be wiped clean. How about it?
Daryl gripped his lightning spear, confidence radiating from his face. Lightning shot from the spear, blasting charred holes in the ground as his vast magical power threatened to erupt.
Leon sneered, saying nothing. His left hand gripped the Book of Death, power surging from the Chapter of Elements, while a violet light flashed in his right hand holding the Dragon Staff.
In an instant, a two- to three-meter-long Violet Drake began to circle and dance around Leon.
The Violet Dragon Avatar, once a hatchling, now shed its newborn form. Though still youthful, it had already taken on the shape of a true dragon, entering its growth phase.
After circling Leon twice, the Violet Dragon Avatar gazed curiously at his left hand's Book of Death, its powers ever-shifting and fascinating the dragon.
As Leon's magic surged, the Violet Dragon Avatar let out a youthful roar and dove into the Chapter of Elements.
Instantly, a terrifying surge of magical power erupted from the Chapter of Elements, four-colored light flashing and enveloping the Book of Death.
From the glow, a Violet Drake burst forth, instantly transforming behind Leon into a noble and awe-inspiring Violet Dragon.
A towering phantom, tens of meters tall, appeared—the Violet Dragon Avatar now empowered with spellcasting abilities. This time, its head bore a four-colored crown, atop which a massive, multicolored halo spun ceaselessly.
The Violet Dragon, crowned in radiant light, looked regal as it gently embraced the massive phantom wheel behind Leon. Instantly, the runes on the wheel spun faster, their colors deepening, and a complex, mysterious aura spread forth.
A heavenly light seemed to appear from nothingness, bathing Leon in brilliance. Instantly, flame element patterns and runes blossomed across his elemental avatar.
His crimson elemental avatar transformed, covered in runes and patterns. Though Leon stood still, flames spontaneously ignited within dozens of meters, flowing and rolling beneath his feet like a rushing river.