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Chapter 318

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Both of them were Demigod-level powerhouses, and they were at the peak of their powers. Not to mention, they were in a place where they could do whatever they wanted. Things were going to get heated.

"Well then … let's say hello," the Archmage muttered to himself. The Archmage muttered under his breath. He tapped his finger a few times and began to chant an incantation. The Book of Servitude flew to his side and began to flip through the pages. The entire book began to glow with a fiery red light, which represented the element of fire. A fiery red magic formation could be seen on the cover of the book.

"The sky shall burn you …" The Archmage chanted the last line of the spell.

Then, the Demigod-lich in the distance felt a pillar of light descending from the sky and enveloping him. He raised his skeletal face slightly, and the green flames in his eye sockets flickered gently. Seeing that the attack was about to descend from the sky, he said with great interest, "A forbidden spell from the start? What a fiery greeting … "

The Demigod Lich slammed the Soul Enslaved on the ground, and the souls surrounding it let out a shrill hiss, as if they were chanting a spell on his behalf.

The Archmage's first spell, Harlek's Cremation Curse, descended from the sky. The purest fire-elemental mana combined into a huge wave of heat that looked like a fiery cloud. The sky above the Demigod Lich's head was dyed red, and it looked as if the sky was about to collapse.

Not only did the Forbidden Fire Spell have a long casting distance, but it was also very powerful. The area of effect of the Forbidden Fire Spell was so large that it was not something that could be dodged with just a pair of legs or a short distance teleportation. It was much more powerful than the simplified version that Baiyi had cast on the grassland.

Unsurprisingly, the wave of fire that descended from the sky engulfed the Demigod Lich, and the area within a few kilometers was turned into a sea of fire. The yellow sand beneath the Demigod Lich's feet melted into red lava, and even the Archmage, who was standing far away, could feel the scorching heat.

However, on this fiery painting, there was a white dot that was not so harmonious. Upon closer inspection, it was a milky-white ball of light. The Demigod Lich was standing inside the ball of light, and he casually glanced at the wave of fire that had engulfed him. His skeletal mouth opened as if he was smiling.

Upon closer inspection, one would realize that the ball of light that had protected the Demigod Lich from the fire-elemental forbidden spell was actually made up of dozens of Soul Enslaved Banshees. Moreover, each of the banshees had Legendary-level power. As they howled, they unleashed all sorts of fire-elemental defensive spells to ward off the scorching heat.

In his long and sinful life, the Lich Lich had killed countless women, including many powerful beings. He had used the souls of these powerful beings to create a Legendary-level banshee army! Every Banshee here had the strength of a Legendary-level Wizard. Under the Lich's command, they worked together and cooperated with each other to cast their own spells, resisting the attack of the Fire Forbidden Spell.

The Lich Walker had not given up on the army of undead that Baiyi had prepared for him, for the sake of fairness. However, the Lich Walker had kept the undead army, which was powerful enough to annihilate an entire nation, in the Soul Enslaved's limitless Undead Realm.

Against an opponent like the Sage-Emperor of the Magi, two or three spells would be enough to wipe them out if he brought his undead army with him. The Demigod Lich was obviously aware of this fact, which was why he made such a wise decision. His speed of summoning undead creatures was not as slow and obvious as the Lich Walker that Baiyi had encountered before. Almost without a sound, he had already released dozens of Specters, allowing them to block the Archmage's terrifying attack for him.

"It's my turn …" The Lich muttered with his signature deep and hoarse voice. The green flames in his eye sockets danced as he issued a new order to the Banshees. Thus, the Banshees endured the deadly flames around them, ignoring the fact that their bodies were badly burned by the flames. They began to spread out, forcefully expanding a space in the middle of the sea of flames for the Lich to use.

The Lich Walker waved the Soul Enslaved in the air and muttered something under his breath. Suddenly, the air began to shimmer with strange black lights. Far away, on the other side of the desert, a squad of undead knights suddenly appeared out of thin air in front of the Archmage.

These undead knights, who were clad in black armor and wore menacing helmets, reeked of death, and immediately picked up the weapons that they had used before. The one closest to the Archmage raised a two-handed greatsword that was still covered in black blood, and with a roar, it swung down at the Archmage's head.

The scene looked very strange, but some of the Voidwalkers with especially strong dynamic vision, such as the Holy Knights, could see clearly what was happening. "That pile of bones, the moment the Death Knights were released, they actually used spatial magic to send them to Sir Archmage's side? Those black lines are the afterimages left behind by the undead knights being summoned so quickly? "

"T-this spellcasting speed? How is this possible? This doesn't make sense at all! "The Scholar Walker exclaimed in disbelief.

"Don't use common sense to figure out how powerful these monsters are. They are only able to reach such a level because they have exceeded the limits of theory," the Sorcerer Walker explained. The Little Wizard explained from the side, "If my guess is correct, that evil staff of his probably has a terrifying increase in spellcasting speed …"

Just as the Sorcerer Walker had said, the souls that surrounded the Soul Enslaved were not there to scare the Lich Walker. In fact, the souls were made from the soul fragments of the most powerful beings that the Lich Walker had ever killed. Each of these souls was at least at the Immortal Level, and with a single command from the Lich Walker, they could cast any spell on his behalf. With the combination of these souls, the power and spellcasting speed of the Lich Walker's spells could reach a terrifying level. It was as if the Lich Walker had an entire army of powerful Sorcerers by his side!

As the name implied, the Soul Enslaved was a weapon that could only enslave the souls of the dead. It was nothing compared to the Book of Servitude, which could cast Forbidden Spells without the need of a medium. However, with the Lich Walker's uncountable crimes, the staff itself was a powerful army of undead!

From the very beginning, the Archmage was fighting an army of undead!

However, this situation was not out of Baiyi's expectations. He did not even use the Book of Servitude in the face of the Death Knight's giant sword. Instead, he calmly snapped his fingers, and a ring of fire spread out with him as the center. The Death Knights were unable to resist, and they were instantly reduced to ashes. Even the undead who had just been teleported here were reduced to ashes, along with the undead who had not even had the chance to show themselves. They were all reduced to ashes in the air.

"What a boring trick," the Archmage sneered. He knew that a single forbidden spell could not kill the Lich Walker. After all, a Demigod was still a Demigod. If he could be killed by a single forbidden spell, how could he be considered a Demigod Lich?

"But what if I add two more? How many forbidden spells can those toys of yours resist? The flames and heat won't go to waste … "the Archmage muttered as he flipped through the pages of the Book of Servitude. A transparent wind magic formation appeared on the surface of the book.

"Oh?" The Lich Walker, who was about to release more undead creatures to harass the Archmage, paused for a moment. He then controlled the banshees to gather around him.

However, his reaction seemed to be a little slow. The flames that had been burning in the surroundings started to gather around the Lich Walker under the control of an invisible force. In an instant, the flames were extinguished, revealing the charred ground beneath the yellow sand. The flames, which were formed from the purest fire magic, were compressed into a fist-sized ball of light in front of the Lich Walker.

In an instant, the ball of light exploded. With just a little imagination, one could understand how terrifying the power of the explosion would be if the flames that covered a radius of several kilometers were forcefully compressed into the size of a fist! As soon as the flames in the ball of light regained their freedom, they exploded in all directions. If the flames that were formed by the forbidden spell were like the waves of the sea, then the flames that were compressed by the wind-elemental magic were like a violent tornado, destroying everything in its path. It was as if the entire space around it was about to be torn apart. The heat and air waves that spewed out from the tornado were enough to destroy everything within its range.

Even though the tornado was just around the periphery of the tornado, the sand around it was still swirling, forming a huge sandstorm that seemed capable of devouring the entire world. It was so huge that even the mountains would crumble if they were caught in its path.

"I'm afraid that's not enough …" the Archmage muttered to himself. Then, he started chanting the incantation again. His left hand pointed at the Book of Servitude while his right hand opened up in front of him. Then, he clenched his trembling right hand into a fist.

The firestorm and the sandstorm stopped abruptly. It was as if an invisible hand was pressing down on them. Then, they started to shrink towards the center. After a few breaths, the Archmage clenched his right hand into a fist, and the world returned to normal. All that was left on the ground after the firestorm and the sandstorm was a ring-sized ring.

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