What was this? Was he trying to kill himself? The Man Killer Fiend didn't understand why the guy in front of it would use all his mana to restrict its movements. Erinya could sense the terrifying power contained in the seven pillars of fire. However, pillars were just pillars, they couldn't grow legs. As long as it didn't stupidly run into them, it wouldn't suffer any damage.
Erinya couldn't understand why its opponent would use up all his mana at the last moment and only use such a strange spell.
But there was one thing it could be sure of, and that was that after releasing this spell, Luo Bu's mana bar was finally bottomed out. This time, it wasn't a trap. Luo Bu had indeed squeezed out all his mana. He couldn't even release the simplest fireball spell.
A Magician who had lost their mana was no different from a normal person.
And so, the battle was finally coming to an end. A cruel smile appeared on Erinia's baby-like face. It reached out a small, scaly hand and disappeared from where it stood. When it reappeared, it had already moved behind the Great Magician and pressed its little hand on his back.
At this moment, an ethereal cry came from the top of its head.
A beautiful bird that only appeared in myths swooped down from the sky. When it was about to reach the ground, its tail drew an elegant arc in the air, shaking off the starlight on the ground. Finally, it landed lightly on Archmage's shoulder.
Under the effect of the Soul Contract's Mana Sharing, the Great Magician's originally dried up magic power was instantly nourished. Luo Bu closed his eyes and felt the wonderful feeling of his body being filled with magic elements once again. Now, there were elements flowing in his every movement, and the magic power in his body seemed to be overflowing.
In the nick of time, Archmage raised a magic barrier for himself, blocking Erinya's fatal claw and avoiding the same fate as the female Magician.
The Man Killer Fiend let out an unwilling roar. The veins on its small hand bulged under its scales. It wanted to use brute force to break through the magic barrier, but in the next moment, its body suddenly froze.
A chill ran up Erinya's back and straight to its head. The Man Killer Fiend shuddered and turned around to see a scene that scared its soul out of its body.
It didn't know when, but hundreds of wind blades suddenly appeared around its body. Each wind blade had the power of a Grade 3 spell. At this moment, these wind blades gathered together and floated in the air like a school of bloodthirsty sharks looking at their prey.
Erinia was shocked. It couldn't understand how this guy, who had clearly used up all his mana, could suddenly be so energetic. This was an area-of-effect spell that used up an astonishing amount of mana in exchange for terrifying damage. How could this guy still be able to cast such a deadly spell in his current state?
The Man Killer Fiend couldn't care less about the heart it had been thinking about for a long time and wanted to escape, but only now did it realize the effect of the 7 pillars of flame. Erinia suddenly realized that his escape route had been sealed off by the 7 pillars of flame.
At this moment, it had nowhere else to run!
In the end, the monster could only curl up its body and do its best to protect its vitals, leaving its back open to the wind blades. Its sturdy scales were comparable to a small suit of armor, and could protect it when it was hurt. However, there were simply too many wind blades. The first one only left a white mark on its scales, while the second one left a small dent. Soon, the third and fourth wind blades followed … The whole process lasted for half a minute. More than half of the 500 wind blades landed on its body. No matter how sturdy Erinya's scales were, they couldn't withstand so many attacks. In the end, they all shattered, revealing the tender flesh underneath.
After that, every wind blade that landed would bring up a cloud of blood, and the monster would let out a pained howl. When the wind blades faded away, all that was left on the ground was a wriggling mass of flesh.
[Bladestorm] — A Grade 5 super offensive spell. Uses mana to condense a large number of wind blades and unleash them on a target in a short period of time. Especially in a small space, its explosive power was even more shocking. At the same time, the number of wind blades released was also determined by the Magician's mana and perception.
An ordinary magician of the fifth grade could only barely be considered qualified if they could release around forty wind blades. If they could release seventy wind blades, they could be considered to have mastered this magic. If they could release more than a hundred wind blades, they could be considered to have great attainments in this magic. It was said that some geniuses could even increase this number to two hundred. However, there were really too few people who could reach this level. This was because once the number of wind blades increased, not only would it consume an astonishing amount of magic power, but the difficulty of controlling them would also increase exponentially.
A [Bladestorm] made up of more than 500 wind blades was simply unheard of!
However, Erinya was indeed a terrifying monster recorded in the Holy Grimoire. Even though it had suffered such severe injuries that it was almost riddled with holes, it still did not die immediately. It dragged its heavily injured body along the ground with great difficulty, and the direction it was crawling towards was the well that was engraved with the Holy Prayer.
That well was not only its cage, but also its vessel for recovery. The Man Killer Fiend knew that as long as it climbed back into the well, it would be able to continue living. Although its bloody party had to end before it even started, there was still hope as long as it was alive. It would one day see the light of day again.
Unfortunately, the future Supreme Magus Your Honor would not give it that chance. Rob pulled out the Elven sword by his feet and decapitated the monster without hesitation, putting an end to what he did not manage to accomplish that night in the lake. After that, the Archmage could no longer hold on and sat down in the weeds that had almost reached his waist.
The wound on his back was still bleeding. After so many battles, he had not only exhausted his mana, but also his body. Right now, Rob just wanted to lie down and have a good sleep. However, he did not forget where he was. The battles that happened tonight were not small. Whether it was the Gate of Hell that appeared above his head, the seven fire pillars that descended from the sky, or the [Bladestorm], they were all very eye-catching spells.
And just now, Bevinadet, the beautiful bird that was rumored to have gone extinct, flew over the city. Although she maintained a high altitude and deliberately avoided the sight of normal people, it would still be difficult for her to escape the eyes of some observant people. If there were no accidents, the people from the Magician's Association would arrive here in at most 3 minutes. The city council and the nearby academies would also send people to investigate.
And some nosy high-level magicians could appear here at any time. So every minute they stayed here would increase the risk of being exposed. Fortunately, Rob's mana was very abundant. After Bevinadet woke up, he would not have to worry about mana anymore. After this beautiful bird had gone through a blood exchange, she was only left with less than 10% of her mana reserves. Basically, she had returned to her peak state overnight. But even so, she still had the terrifying mana of a 9th grade Supreme Magus.
One could only say that the heavens were too biased towards certain species. In fact, if magicians had appeared a few hundred years earlier, this beautiful creature might not have gone extinct.
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