The ability to illuminate the path in all directions was just an instinct of the Mystic Bird.
The one who had truly changed was Jon.
As the light dissipated, the power of water behind Jon began to solidify due to the interference of magic. It extended inch by inch, and under the interference of the laws and miracles, it formed a pair of abnormally large black wings.
The miracle of transformation, after being tampered with by the power of the gods, formed a change that originated from the soul.
It was like a fallen angel from the Kingdom of Light, representing the power of destruction.
"I heard you're very strong?"
Under the dark sky, amidst the turbulent waves, the black wings carried Jon's body as he floated on the surface of the sea. He lowered his head and looked at the tyrannical roaring figure under the sea. He did not care if the other party could understand him, only a smile appeared on his face.
"But you've lived in the deep sea for so long. Do you know that the humans on the shore can advance?"
"What a coincidence, I'm that kind of human!"
Jon had been stuck in this realm for a long time. The power of the Weave was too great, but Jon had never found the opportunity to advance. In short, he had not felt it.
But today, with a huge output and surrounded by the traces of the laws, he finally broke through the shackles on his body and directly broke through to the peak of the [Scholar] stage.
As long as he worked hard, he might be able to break through to the Great Sage realm before heading to 'Hell'.
For his age, this was an extremely fast achievement. After all, he was only 14 years old and was still very young.
However, only Jon himself knew how much he had changed himself in order to reach this level, and how much training he had undergone in the world of Helga.
These were not things that outsiders would know.
There were no such things as easy achievements in the world. No matter who it was, strength was a very fair standard.
One had to work very hard to seem effortless.
Using an abnormally large amount of soul time to exchange for time in the real world was an extremely rare opportunity that was not easy to grasp.
Jon was very lucky to have grasped this opportunity.
However, after everything was prepared, this matter would naturally begin to burn. When these things burned out, the final crystal would appear in the ashes.
The soul and bloodline would be mixed together in the illusory burning created by the laws, removing the final flaw in the fusion and paving the way for the future.
This was the opportunity that Jon had been waiting for, but in this situation, there was no time for him to comprehend the comprehension after the breakthrough.
However, it did not matter.
Fighting was the best method.
Jon reached out and grabbed the scepter floating in the air. The power of solidification spread out, condensing the surging sea into a calm ice surface.
Although it was very thin, it was very sturdy.
Very good.
Just like that, a stable battlefield was formed.
Now, Jon swung his scepter and smashed it at Grizzly who had sealed his shell.
This battle, a quick battle.
…
That layer of the shell was harder than what Jon had expected.
Because the body of the Hui seemed to be something born from nothingness, it was very difficult to turn illusion into reality, but difficult things often had better results.
The power of the scepter did not break through the shell, but instead drew two deep cracks on the frozen sea. The sea water formed a layer of ice and separated the water flow, forming a stable foundation.
The surrounding fog began to condense around the Hui. The roar of the Hui sounded very low, like the cry of a whale in the depths of the sea. The fog, with the help of the magic released by Jon, formed solid tentacles and flew toward Jon in the air.
The speed was very fast, but at this moment, Jon did not care at all. He even had the time to glance at Cecatly who was at the periphery of the battlefield. She seemed to be in good condition and still had some strength left.
After all, Jon had limited all his power to this space, and the World Tree shadow borrowed from Helga could be said to be perfect in sealing the space. The only shortcoming was that Jon did not know how long this seal could last.
He flapped his wings slightly and moved a little to the left.
The speed of the Mystic Bird was very fast. Although Jon's strength was not particularly strong, speed was like a natural instinct, and he did not need to have much strength.
The air was torn apart by his wings, and a huge airflow swept away the fog tentacles and flattened the surrounding sea.
He suddenly felt the feeling of flying out of his body for the first time.
If he wanted to, he could fly out in a certain direction now. Under the blessing of this state, he could complete the journey in a few days in an hour.
In the face of such speed, the surrounding vast ocean seemed to have become small and narrow.
Not to mention, it was only a short distance.
He was like a fighter jet that rushed into a group of ordinary planes, descending from the sky. His wings were blessed with the power of legendary magic. He shuttled back and forth between the countless tentacles, drawing white traces in the night.
Wherever he passed, the tentacles collapsed and then returned to their fog form.
But this was not Jon's real goal.
He wanted to open the shell, so that Cecatly could successfully pull out Poseidon's divine artifact, and not be entangled with this sea monster here.
This time, there was finally some effect.
Under the terrifying speed, the Mystic Bird's true talent was displayed. It was almost instinctive to identify the opponent's weak points and find a place to attack.
In an instant, it was an attack.
On Jon's spread wings, countless miniature shadows of the Staff of the Earth appeared out of thin air, and violently shot out toward the marks made by the previous smashing.
Speed and quantity were definitely a fatal blow.
In the next moment, the seemingly sturdy shell suddenly fell apart, exposing the soft flesh inside and the azure divine artifact.
And the divine artifact was not particularly stable.
No wonder.
The sudden drop in power was probably because he could not control the divine artifact. Under Cecatly's continuous efforts, the divine artifact no longer belonged to him.
But Jon did not pursue.
He floated in the air, using the Staff of the Earth to cast damaging spells, not attacking other places, but specifically attacking the vicinity of the divine artifact.
Not to mention anything else, as an Eastern mythical creature, the Mystic Bird's power was a natural counter to the Mystic Bird's.
Now his attitude was clear. If he let go of the divine artifact, he could leave the battlefield through the same channel as the divine artifact. Otherwise, he would be tortured to death here. Jon felt that this was not a difficult choice.
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