The team of paladins approached Mount Gansus cautiously.
Although the peak of the volcano's eruption had passed and the sky was no longer as horrifying as before, there were still flaming rocks shooting out from the crater of the volcano, dragging long trails of black smoke behind them as they smashed into the surroundings.
No matter where they landed, they would explode with a loud bang, setting off a tall pillar of dust and shattering into pieces of flame all over the ground.
Since they were prepared, such flaming rocks did not pose much of a threat to the team of paladins. If the flaming rocks fell too close to the team, the leader of the Silver-tier Paladins would use Holy Light Slash to shatter the flaming rocks in mid-air. As for the broken flaming rocks, they were not enough to harm the team members.
However, the team still lost two members as they climbed up the crater of the volcano.
As they passed through a densely packed area with cracks in the mountain, a sudden explosion of high-temperature flames engulfed the two paladins. When the flames subsided, there were only two charred corpses left on the ground. The armor was still there, but the flesh and bones of the corpses were burnt to a crisp, and the charred remains were scattered all over the ground.
The members of the team could not care less about helping their companions to sort out the remains. They prayed silently and continued their journey.
The members of the team had no idea what was waiting for them in front of them. They only knew that they had to find out more about the sorcerers. Only by doing so could they provide a reference for the higher-ups to make the correct decision.
However, when they climbed halfway up the volcano, the mountain beneath them began to shake and shake violently.
Within the belly of the volcano, a loud rumbling sound could be heard.
Amidst the deafening explosion, a violent aura that shook their hearts suddenly descended, causing them to feel dizzy and their hearts to beat wildly. Their legs trembled so much that they could barely stand.
Dragon's Might … It's Dragon's Might!
The leader of the Silver-tier Paladins had a drastic change of expression as he quickly identified the source of this violent aura.
However, before he could turn around and say anything to his companions, an earth-shattering explosion came from within the volcano, and the conical crater collapsed.
Hundreds and thousands of tons of volcanic rocks, sand, soil, and tumbling magma poured down from above at lightning speed, almost covering the entire area around Gansus Volcano.
The team of seven paladins did not even have the time to cry out in alarm before they were overturned by the landslide and boiling lava that was as fast as a galloping horse. Amidst this terrifying scene of a natural disaster, three black figures flew out from the crater of the volcano and charged into the distance without hesitation.
Howl …
A drawn-out dragon roar suddenly rang out.
A giant blue dragon with dazzling lightning surging all over its body rose from the crater of the volcano, and on its back stood a terrifying Flame Demon with unparalleled might. Beneath them, a ferocious flaming tiger could be vaguely seen amidst the thick pillar of magma that was spewing and splashing in all directions.
As if they had discovered the pursuers behind them, the three black shadows in front of them immediately changed directions and fled in different directions.
"Thunder Dragon and I will go after that Giant Snake Wizard, you go after that Psionic Warlock …" Grimm, who was perched on the back of the Thunder Dragon, shouted.
He had sacrificed too much in this battle. If he let the other party go just like that, the anger in his chest would explode.
"You're willing to let that old witch go?" Sindar the Flaming Tiger asked nonchalantly. Its liquefied body could shuttle through the flames at will, and it was even more convenient than Grimm's Flame Leap. Hence, it did not really care who it was chasing.
"Hmph, she's just unlucky. There's someone waiting for her in the direction she ran!"
After giving a simple explanation, Grimm lightly stepped on the Thunder Dragon. Armas raised his neck and let out a long roar that pierced through the clouds. His wide dragon wings flapped violently, stirring up a gust of wind beneath him. Carrying Grimm, he transformed into a streak of blue lightning and chased after the ugly giant snake.
"Hehehe, a human Grade 3 Psionic Warlock … Hmph!" With a light snort, Sindar the Flaming Tiger stepped on the air and disappeared into the flames.
Half a mile away, in a field of fire, Sindar silently emerged. He raised his head and glanced at the witch who was still flying above the forest three miles away. His body sank and disappeared again without a trace.
The Psionic Warlock Beniya flew at high speed in a panic. As she flew, she frantically cast Nimbus Wings, Fly, and Vision Evasion on herself. Halfway through her flight, she suddenly felt an unbearably hot and violent aura surging into her heart. She immediately knew that something was wrong.
Looking back, she did not find any enemies chasing after her. However, the lingering premonition of danger made her tremble with fear.
Without hesitation, Beniya dived into the forest below her. She took out a bottle of purple potion from her waist pouch and poured it into her mouth. Then, she strangely transformed into a palm-sized grey mole. She stood up and looked around. Only when she did not find any enemies did she carefully burrow into the thick bushes.
After a moment, Sindar the Flaming Tiger silently jumped down from the surrounding tall ancient trees. He raised his nose and gently sniffed the remaining aura in the air.
Psionic Warlocks might not be powerful in other aspects, but their camouflage and concealment skills were absolutely top-notch.
Coupled with the layers of Psionic Witchcraft, as long as the enemy did not use their eyes or mind to lock onto her body, ordinary Detection and Prophecy spells could easily be diverted to other places by her Psionic Suggestion.
But how could the Flaming Tiger be compared to other creatures!
It might not be able to smell the scent of a Psionic Warlock, nor could it smell the aura of Psionic Witchcraft, but the flame energy in Beniya's body that had not yet dispersed in time could not hide from its powerful senses.
The Flaming Tiger followed the flame aura and turned left and right in the forest. He ran intermittently for two or three miles before he stopped in front of a tall ancient tree.
He stepped on the air with his right foot, and a bright yellow flame swept out, burning the thick rotten branches and fallen leaves under the ancient tree, revealing a fist-sized hole in the ground.
Sindar the Flaming Tiger snorted coldly. It opened its mouth wide in front of the hole and spat out a stream of high-temperature flames. The terrifying flames flowed everywhere in the zigzagging underground passageway, and from time to time, a blast of air would burst out from somewhere within a hundred meters of it.
Flaming Tiger heard it very clearly. Immediately, a mournful and shrill scream came from somewhere underground!
A moment later, Beniya, who had turned into a mole, ran out of a hole with her body charred black. Before she could cast another spell to disguise herself, a Flaming Tiger's claw the size of a washbasin pressed her into the soil.
Beniya raised her head in shock, and what she saw was the mouth of a tiger that had suddenly enlarged.
… …
The Plague Poison Spirit, Remy, who was leading the Plague Legion into the volcanic area, suddenly patted the giant beast he was riding and stopped in his tracks.
After silently sensing for a moment, it soon received a message from Grimm.
Hmm, that old hag is coming this way?
Remy's dark green face immediately showed a hint of a malicious sneer. He pursed his lips slightly, and the Plague Legion slightly changed their direction, running towards a certain place in the forest.
Beside a stream in the forest, the plague legion led by Rémy happened to 'encounter' the old poisonous woman who was riding a flying broom and shuttling quickly through the dense forest.
In order to avoid being tracked by the enemy, the old hag did not dare to fly too high. Instead, she chose to fly at a lower altitude, weaving through the dense foliage of the forest. Although it was a little slower, it was more covert.
To be honest, she kept looking back as she flew, completely unprepared to be intercepted from the front.
When she saw the strange creatures leaping through the forest, and Remy sitting on the back of a grade two giant beast, the old hag's ugly and disgusting face became even more unsightly.
She threw bottle after bottle of potions, which turned into strange-looking poisonous wizard beasts. Most of them were grade two, and one was a grade three swamp lizard.
Remy didn't care about such an enemy. With a snap of his fingers, hundreds and thousands of poison corpses rushed forward, instantly drowning the enemy with their terrifying numbers. The grade two and three enemies were all covered in poison corpses, forming a wriggling pile of corpses on the spot.
The grade one servant corpses and grade two plague emissaries took advantage of the situation and pounced on the old hag.
Poison arrows, poisonous clouds, and poisonous ripples quickly surrounded the old hag from all directions.
The old hag waved her hand, casting invisible poison spells. Even the servant corpses, who were already plague creatures, found it hard to resist. Their shriveled bodies quickly softened into mud when they came in contact with the poison, and then turned into a puddle of purplish-black, stinking poison.
Ordinary plague creatures could only entangle the old hag, but it was almost impossible to kill her!
A grade three creature could only be dealt with by another grade three creature.
Remy commanded the plague beast beneath him to approach within a hundred meters of the old hag while she was busy casting poison, then blew an invisible poisonous wind at her.
Even with her poison resistance, Gwenneville couldn't help but shiver when the poisonous wind brushed against her body. She immediately felt a stabbing pain in her internal organs, as if tiny poisonous insects were madly gnawing at her body.
"You damned brat, you're courting death!" The old hag screamed shrilly, purplish-black blood flowing from her eyes, ears, mouth, and nose. Borrowing the sudden increase in mental strength from her screams, an invisible poison began to spread throughout Remy's body.
In terms of poison alone, Remy, who had just broken through a few days ago, was definitely no match for the old hag.
But facing the old hag's mutually destructive method, the plague spirit Remy also screamed in a frenzy.
As he screamed, the many plague corpses rushing to the battlefield fell to the ground one after another, the plague essence in their core mercilessly extracted by Remy.
With the plague essence as a supplement, Remy managed to resist the strange poison spells of the old hag with great difficulty, injecting plague seeds into her body.
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