"Kekeke … Little fellow, you've found the right person to compete with this old hag in poison spells. Let's see who's more poisonous! "
With a sneer, Poison Centipede Gwenneville, who was high in the sky, emitted a thicker and more formless poisonous miasma, wrapping around Rémy from all angles.
They were obviously tiny, formless poisonous fungi, but they were controlled by this poisonous woman like she was her own arm. She was even more obedient than an army that had been trained a thousand times.
The inexperienced Rémy's expression instantly turned ugly. He gently patted the servant corpse beneath him, and it immediately turned around and rushed into the distance. All the low-level poison corpses stayed where they were, and some even rushed into the poisonous mist, voluntarily becoming hosts for the plague spores to reproduce.
For a moment, the field was shrouded in black mist, and the whole world seemed to be shrouded in a hazy illusion.
Taking advantage of the enemy's obscured vision, the remaining dozen or so servant corpses also fled in all directions, fleeing to different areas.
"Trying to escape? Hehehe … Little guy, it's better if you stay here! "The old witch had already locked onto Remy, so how could she not notice his movements? With a sinister smile, the old witch gathered a thick layer of poisonous miasma to protect her body, and rushed into the poisonous mist, intending to continue chasing the escaping poison spirit.
But what she didn't expect was that as soon as she rushed into the poisonous mist, before she could even pass through it, the surrounding miasma that was as dense as a cloud quickly boiled and exploded.
Exploded?
This was a special ability that the old witch didn't expect!
The poisonous fungi she controlled had various abilities, such as infection, corrosion, assimilation, transformation, lurking, eruption … but none of them had the ability to explode. This … seemed to belong to the category of elemental sorcery?
But no matter how surprised and horrified she was, the huge poisonous mist still exploded with her as the center.
Just like elemental sorcery, the plague spores, large and small, and the poisonous fungi that were hard to see with the naked eye, self-destructed in an extremely tragic way. And she, Gwenneville, the self-proclaimed powerful poisonous woman, was in the center of the explosion when the poisonous mist exploded.
A moment of carelessness and arrogance immediately made the poisonous woman pay a 'heavy' price!
Cough cough cough …
Amidst a series of violent coughs and gasps, the black-faced Gwenauville staggered out of the self-destruct circle, then screamed like a bird with broken wings and fell from the sky.
After a full two minutes, Gwenaville finally dispelled the poisonous cloud that shrouded her body. She then took out a bright-colored grass cake from her earthen jar, broke it into pieces, and chewed it hard.
Then, she coughed violently again. This time, she vomited out some purplish-black blood, and there were some pieces of internal organs and flesh mixed in it.
Using this self-mutilating method to clear the plague spores in her body, Gwenaville was completely relieved. However, as a result, her already weak physique was reduced by another two or three points. It would be very difficult to raise it in a short period of time.
The old witch's triangular eyes widened as she gritted her teeth and cursed the Poison Spirit for his evil deeds. However, what surprised her even more was that the way the other party controlled the toadstool was so strange that he could actually make the toadstool self-destruct … Was it a poison technique or an innate ability?
This was obviously unknown.
If she really wanted to know, she would probably have to capture the Poison Spirit and dissect him completely.
In the previous round, the old witch was not really defeated, she was just careless for a moment and fell into the little guy's trap. The poison and latent spores in her body were almost instantly dispelled. Although the process of dispelling the poison and the internal organs and physique were a little affected, the old witch was still a level 3 poison woman. However, to a Tier 3 Poison Woman, this little bit of damage was nothing more than a minor injury. What she hated the most was the damage to her reputation.
The old witch angrily crawled up from the muddy ground and patted off the filth on her black robe while loudly cursing the clever brat. Under her angry gaze, the magic broom that was used as a flying device was scattered by the self-destruct just now, and could no longer fly.
The old witch's specialty was poison, not flying.
So in order to improve her mobility, she bought the magic broom that was the latest model in the Northern Witch's Nimbus series. It was also the fastest Nimbus 2000.
Who knew that because of a moment of carelessness, it would be destroyed in the hands of a fledgling.
Trembling with anger, the old witch could only take out another flying broom and ride it with difficulty. With a whoosh, she flew into the sky and chased after the other party.
The self-destruction just now had also caused the old witch to lose her mental lock on the Poison Spirit. Whether she could catch up to the other party now, she could only rely on luck and her half-baked tracking technique.
As the Poison Spirit and the old witch left one after the other, the wilderness once again returned to peace.
However, the remaining poisonous fog slowly seeped into the surrounding soil and vegetation, causing them to rapidly wither and wither. It was as if all life had been extinguished.
If not for the Holy Knights casting a large-scale purification spell, the area within a radius of a few dozen miles would have become a terrifying land of death. No living creature or plant would be able to survive here, and if one were to get too close, there would be a huge risk of being infected by the plague.
The short battle between two Grade 3 Poison Spellcasters had actually created a plague zone with a radius of a few dozen miles in the Envik Plane. This fully revealed the terror and power of a Grade 3 creature!
If a high-ranked Spell Caster abused their abilities without restraint, the damage caused to the plane would be extremely difficult to repair. If Grade 3 was already like this, what about Grade 4?
Most of the time, the upper limit of the power of the Great Thousand Planes was at Grade 4. It could not be denied that it was inevitable.
… …
Grimm was flying at high speed.
At this moment, he had already transformed into a huge shapeless ball of fire, leaving a clear trail of fire in the sky as he flew forward quickly. Every five seconds, the ball of fire would cast Flame Leap, instantly changing its direction and shooting off in another direction.
The power of fire spells was great, but it could easily leave a clear trail when escaping. This was something that could not be helped.
Though the two Magi behind him had already disappeared without a trace, Grimm did not dare to slack off and continued to flee with all his might.
He could clearly sense a sinister aura that was like the tongue of a venomous snake coiling around his body, closely following his every move.
It was that Giant Serpent Magus!
Grimm dared to say that the other party definitely had some sort of strange tracking ability that allowed it to chase after him without the slightest mistake, closing the distance between them bit by bit.
Was it a spell or an innate ability? Without any concrete information, even the A.I. Chip could not answer this question, and could only remain suspicious.
After running for half a day, Grim still couldn't get rid of this strange feeling. He decided to stop running aimlessly. Instead, he changed his direction and headed for the nearest active volcano.
Since he could not escape, he would fight!
As the one fleeing, Grimm naturally had the opportunity to choose the most suitable place to fight.
Mount Gansus was the most famous active volcano in the Zambez Empire, and it was also the most active one.
From a bird's eye view, Mount Gansus looked like a beautiful circular crater.
It was not very tall, and as one walked on the slopes filled with volcanic debris, a strange rustling sound could be heard. Due to the continuous eruptions all year round, it was hard to see any vegetation in the vicinity of the volcano. Only at a distance of five kilometers could some sparse trees be seen.
Just as Grimm flew near Mount Gansus, he saw the thick column of grey smoke rising straight into the sky, as well as the continuous rumbling of the volcano.
Sensing the dense fire elemental aura here, the fire energy in Grimm's body became even more active.
He paused for a moment in the air and scanned his surroundings. Then, he turned into a ball of flames and dove into the slowly flowing lava in the volcano's crater.
Grimm, who had turned into a humanoid flame, quickly traversed through the lava. It was as if he had returned to his own home. Not only were the lava as hot as two to three thousand degrees Celsius not his enemy, they had also become his greatest helpers.
He summoned a flaming door a hundred meters deep in the magma and released hundreds and thousands of flaming creatures, allowing them to freely scatter in the huge crater. With an endless supply of fire elemental energy, the Flame Gate could last longer, allowing more fire creatures to come from the distant Fire Elemental Plane to this remote Envik Plane.
But it was a pity that this type of summoning Flame Gate would always be one-way.
If these fire elementals really came to Envik Plane, it would be extremely difficult for them to return to their familiar Fire Elemental Plane. Unless they had autonomous intelligence like Sindar the Flaming Tiger and could use their own power to open a small flame passage back to the Fire Elemental Plane, they could only wait to die of 'old age' in Envik Plane!
After setting up the Flame Gate, Grimm released an elemental magic machine, allowing it to quickly recover from its injuries.
It had to be said that the grade 4 Holy Knight Adde Kalle was indeed terrifying. Carley's sword strike was indeed terrifying, almost splitting its body in half. If not for the elemental magic machine blocking the sword, it would have been enough to shatter Grimm's body of fire, and then use the power of holy light in the sword to 'purify' his unprotected soul.
Grade 4 creatures were indeed not to be underestimated. Even the Holy Knights that Grimm looked down on had the power to kill in one blow once they reached grade 4.
Moreover, it was said that Adde Kalle was still heavily injured, and was not at his peak. Based on this, he was probably even more terrifying when he was at his peak!
If that was the case, his strength at his peak was probably even more terrifying!
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