On the other hand, Lin Yun's response could only be said to be standard. He used a Frost spell to freeze the flowing lava, and at the same time, a red and blue light revolved around his body as an Ice Fire Shield appeared. It was followed by a series of crazy choices, forcibly intercepting the dozen Frost Lances that shot out at the same time.
But how could Fran, who had the Time Hand, only have this much ability? Just as the dozen Frost Lances appeared, Fran started chanting another incantation. That was Fire Dragon Roar, a 6th Tier Spell with the longest casting time. It specialized in breaking through all defensive spells. Let alone Ice Fire Shields, even a Runic Shield would have to depend on the difference in mana between the two sides when facing a Fire Dragon Roar.
But the casting time of Fire Dragon Roar was really too long.
Although every mage knew that Fire Dragon Roar specialized in breaking through all defensive spells, in a truly evenly matched battle, almost no mage would choose to use Fire Dragon Roar, because time simply didn't allow it. Before they could finish the incantation, the enemy would use a Wind Blade to cut their throat.
But now, Fran had no problem using Fire Dragon Roar.
This was the advantage of the Time Hand.
As the Ice Fire Shield frantically revolved to block the dozen Frost Lances, Fran had already completed a third of Fire Dragon Roar, and the Runic Shield on his body hadn't suffered any damage.
In other words, this Fire Dragon Roar could definitely be released.
At this time, Solomon had already prepared a Counterspell. He only needed to wait for Fran to finish casting Fire Dragon Roar before using his power as a Peak 9th Rank High Mage to forcibly suppress Fran and thoroughly stifle that Fire Dragon Roar. Otherwise, even if Merlin had ten Ice Fire Shields, he might not be able to resist the impact of that Fire Dragon Roar.
Fran's incantation became faster and faster, and the fire elements started flaring up. The surrounding air gradually became scorching hot, and everyone held their breaths, waiting for the Fire Dragon Roar to be completed.
At this time, Lin Yun had just blocked the last Frost Spear. After this fierce collision, the Ice Fire Shield seemed to be on the verge of collapse.
But strangely, Lin Yun, who had an incomplete Ice Fire Shield, didn't panic at all when he heard Fran's Fire Dragon Roar. He softly held his Spiritual Magic Staff and also started a quick incantation.
Damn it, how could he chant an incantation at this time?
The few Great Mages cursed on the spot. 'This is simply a joke. The other side's Fire Dragon Roar is almost complete, yet you don't think of a way to save your life, but you are actually slowly chanting an incantation. You should have used Fire Elemental Incarnation, it would have increased your fire magic resistance and increased your chances of survival under that Fire Dragon Roar.'
Wait, this incantation, this magic wave … Why do they seem so familiar?
"Fire Dragon's Roar!" Solomon was the first to react.
That's right, Lin Yun was also chanting a Fire Dragon's Roar!
'Crazy!'
At this time, Solomon didn't care about his status and immediately cast the Counterspell he had been preparing for a long time.
But just as he was about to cast the Counterspell, Solomon faintly felt that something was wrong. 'How come these two's incantations are a bit different?
No, no, no, it's not that Fran is faster with his Time Hand. '
Just as Solomon's expression changed, a dazzling firelight soared into the sky. With a deafening roar, the raging flames transformed into a huge Flaming Dragon. With astonishing heat, it bared its fangs and brandished its claws …
That was Lin Yun's Fire Dragon Roar!
At this time, time seemed to freeze. Everyone stood there in a daze as they looked at that Flame Dragon appearing out of nowhere. They looked at the raging flames colliding with the Runic Shield, and they looked at the magnificent magic runes raging.
In the end, they saw Fran being sent flying like a kite with a broken string.
There was a deathly silence around the campsite. Everyone stood there like statues. That kind of unbelievable expression seemed to be frozen on their faces. That kind of feeling was really like a dream. No one had thought that this battle that seemed to have a great disparity in strength would actually have such a dramatic result.
A Great Mage used a Fire Dragon's Roar …
Moreover, his casting speed was twice as fast as Fran's Time Hand.
'This, this, this … What's going on?'
It wasn't just the people of Thousand Sails City who couldn't understand, even Fran, who had personally experienced it, couldn't understand.
Although most of the power of that Fire Dragon's Roar had been offset by the Runic Shield, to a High Mage like Fran, who didn't have an outstanding physique, even a tenth of its power wasn't something he could endure.
More than half of his robe had already been burnt by the terrifying heat, and the huge impact had broken at least half of Fran's ribs. It could be said that Fran had already lost most of his fighting strength. The only thing he could do was watch as that young Great Mage slowly walked towards him.
"You … How could you …" Fran wanted to stand up, but just as he moved, his injuries were aggravated and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Master Fran, take a good rest. Talking too much won't do you any good." Lin Yun slowly walked to Fran's side and stomped his head into the sand.
"Ugh …" Fran did his best to struggle, but he was seriously injured, so how could he still have the strength to do so? Apart from making him look like an ostrich, this struggle was completely meaningless.
"But there is one thing you are right about, I didn't learn any manners under Seth's tutelage …"
After saying this, Lin Yun didn't care about the lifeless faces and directly led the Draconic Beastman into his carriage.
"Cousin, give me two bottles of Health Potions."
"Eh …" William Merlin promptly fished out two bottles of Health Potions from his pocket, but after seeing the weak breathing of the Draconic Beastman, he couldn't help asking worriedly, "But he is so heavily injured, will the Health Potions have any effect?"
"It's fine." Lin Yun didn't doubt it. This was a Draconic Beastman with both Draconic and Beastman bloodlines. His recovery power simply wasn't something humans could imagine.
Sure enough, after the two bottles of Health Potions, the unconscious Draconic Beastman suddenly showed some movement. His fingers softly moved twice before he slowly opened his eyes.
Then, he let out a roar.
Before William Merlin could react, the Draconic Beastman had already sprung up. His dark red arms were like vipers as he grabbed William Merlin's neck.
"Who are you?" The Draconic Beastman asked in Beastman Language.
"Let … Let … Let go!" William Merlin paled. That dark red arm was getting closer and closer like a pair of iron pincers, making it difficult for William Merlin to breathe. "Cousin … Cousin, save me …"
"Let him go." Lin Yun's words were also spoken in Beastman Language.
"Speak, who are you or I'll kill him!" The Draconic Beastman remained unmoved, his hand tightly grabbing William Merlin's neck, an ominous glint flashing in his eyes.
"Forget it …" Lin Yun simply gave up on communicating and directly raised his hand, releasing a Flame Shackle.
In a flash, that Flame Shackle coiled around the Draconic Beastman's arm. Under the shockingly high temperature, the Draconic Beastman let out a shriek and let go of William Merlin while doing his best to struggle free from the Flame Shackle.
But how could the Draconic Beastman struggle free from Lin Yun's Flame Shackle?
The Flame Shackle was like a python, the more the Draconic Beastman struggled, the tighter it became.
The Draconic Beastman, who had just woken up, was at his weakest, and when he encountered Lin Yun's Flame Shackle, the result was obvious. It only took a short time for the Draconic Beastman to fall to the ground once again, tightly bound by the Flame Shackle. Under the shockingly high temperature, his dark red skin was already covered in burn marks. Apart from letting out blood-curdling screams, he didn't even have the strength to struggle.
"I told you to let me go …" William Merlin rubbed his neck and kicked the Draconic Beastman in a bad mood. 'Damnit, it's rare for me to do a good deed, but this is the result. If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have taken out those two Health Potions …'
Lin Yun scattered the Flame Shackle with a wave of his hand. "Alright, Cousin, give him two more Health Potions."
"Ah?"
"I have something to ask him."
"Okay …" William Merlin reluctantly fished out two more Health Potions from his pocket.
After the Draconic Beastman drank two more Health Potions, the damage caused by the Flame Shackle gradually recovered. But this time, he didn't dare to attack William Merlin.
The power displayed by that human had already left a deep shadow in the Draconic Beastman's heart. He could even feel that if he dared to resist, that human would unhesitatingly kill him.
"Listen, I'll ask you a few questions. You only have five seconds to think about each question. If I don't get a satisfactory answer after five seconds, or if I feel that you are lying, then congratulations, you will have two choices. One is to be dissected by me on the refining table, the other is to be turned into a magic material."
"What if he doesn't speak the common language?" William Merlin curiously asked.
Lin Yun seriously thought about it. "Then he would be useless."
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