Spatial Magic was a relatively special discipline, and it was more of a support skill. Theoretically speaking, there was no such thing as a forbidden spell. At least, there was no record of it in the Sorcerers Association's patent database.
However, during the Ancient Rohlserlian Empire, there were many historical records that proved the existence of a forbidden spell, especially the one about King Rohlserl XIX. According to the records, it was described in detail that Rohlserl XIX had unleashed a never-before-seen spell that compressed the enemy's army into a small ring. The power of the spell was so terrifying that the historian who was in charge of the records had used a lot of words to describe it, such as' miracle ',' miracle ', and' great work '. He had even added a lot of praise for Rohlserl XIX.
However, no matter how much research and archeology was done, no one could recreate this forbidden spell, which was called the Extreme Compression Forbidden Spell. Hence, the legend was deemed to be an error in the historical records, or a misinterpretation by the later generations. That part of history was also attributed to the historian's worship of Rohlserl XIX.
However, Baiyi, the only student of the Sage-Emperor of the Magi, knew that forbidden spells did exist. It was just that the conditions to cast it were too harsh, and it required too many mediums. Other than the owner of the Book of Servitude, no one else could cast this spell.
The Lich Walker, who had taken the full brunt of the spell, would not be able to escape unscathed. More importantly, the compressed space was not the only thing that was being compressed. There was also the combined power of the forbidden spell, the Fire Forbidden Spell, and the Wind Forbidden Spell. When the three forbidden spells were compressed into a small ring, the combined power of the three forbidden spells was enough to tear everything in the world to shreds!
The destructive power of such a combination far exceeded the limits of human defense, and it was comparable to the power of the Void.
"Combining three Forbidden Spells in such a way, the power unleashed has far exceeded the power of the Forbidden Spell itself. The First Walker is truly a terrifying opponent …" The Little Sorcerer, who had always been arrogant, could not help but say in admiration after witnessing the Archmage's power. "He has reached the pinnacle of magic. No wonder he was banished to the Void. This fragile world can no longer contain a powerful existence like him."
However, in order to achieve this, the mage had to pay a hefty price. Forcefully controlling the power of the three Forbidden Spells and compressing them with even greater power consumed an unimaginable amount of Mana. Even with his vast Mana, he had no choice but to take a break and adjust the chaotic Mana in his body.
If the opponent was not the Demigod Lich, Baiyi would have already declared his teacher the victor.
The Archmage knew that the Demigod Lich was not dead yet. If it were any other Demigod-level powerhouse, the three Forbidden Spells would have been enough to determine the victor, but the Demigod Lich was a unique existence that could not be judged by common sense.
Sure enough, on top of a sand dune not far from the Magician, a skeleton suddenly appeared. It looked shabby, and it was holding a rusty knife and a shield that was missing half of its body. It looked like the lowest level skeleton soldier, the kind that couldn't even be considered cannon fodder.
But when the Archmage saw the skeleton, he immediately looked as if he was facing a great enemy. His brows furrowed, and with a wave of his hand, he cast several defensive spells on himself. Floating in mid-air, he seemed to have sensed something and did not rush to attack.
The lower jaw of the lowest-level skeleton soldier moved a little, and with the signature voice of an undead creature, it said, "As expected of the Sage-Emperor of the Magi, whom sorcerers have worshipped for thousands of years. Just the first round of attack was enough to push me to this point. I'm glad I wasn't born in the same era as you …"
As the skeleton spoke, a green flame engulfed its body, and when the flame dissipated, the Demigod Lich appeared in front of everyone once again.
"Goddamned bones! I knew it would do something like this!" The Cleric Walker grumbled in the Void. "Damn it! I knew it would do something like this!"
"He has completely mastered the Soul Transfer technique of the Necromancy Sorcery … After years of being surrounded and hunted, he has honed his survival skills to the extreme. I'm afraid that no one among us is better at escaping than him … If it wasn't for Her Excellency Elf and that magical bow, I'm afraid that he would still be at large now." As the inventor of the Soul Armature, the Soul Armature Practitioner had joined the Demigod Lich's team, so he had learned a lot about the Demigod Lich.
"Still, the First Walker is far more powerful than I expected," the Soul Armature Practitioner said. "To be able to force the Demigod Lich to use a broken skeleton to resurrect himself, even within the confines of magic …"
Upon closer inspection, the Soul Armature Practitioner noticed that the Demigod Lich's Soul Enslaved Staff was visibly thinning. It was obvious that the Archmage's Forbidden Spell was not easy to deal with.
The Archmage noticed this as well, and his lips curled into a smile. "Looks like your toys didn't protect you this time, did they?"
"To tell you the truth, in order to escape from that Forbidden Spell, my Banshee Army had all perished there. Fortunately, this was only a simulation. Otherwise, even if I was a Lich, I would feel heartache," the Lich said. He even reached out to touch his empty chest as he spoke.
"But it's all worth it. I've finally been able to get this close …" The Demigod Lich slammed the Soul Enslaved Staff into the ground again. The souls that were entangled in the staff wailed and scattered in all directions. The Demigod Lich's body, which had just been resurrected, reverted back to its normal skeleton soldier form. Then, it shattered into a pile of bone fragments.
"Huh? Can't wait to use your trump card? "The Archmage maintained his calm demeanor as he spoke in a nonchalant manner.
However, at this moment, the ground beneath his feet was no longer the yellow sand. Instead, it was a sea of undead creatures. From the lowest level of skeletons and zombies to the highest level of Death Knights and Liches, the Demigod Lich's vision was filled with them. It was as if every grain of sand on the ground had turned into an undead creature.
The sky was no longer clear and instantly darkened. Looking up, it was actually a large group of Bone Dragons. Their flapping wings covered the sky and the sun, shrouding the entire world under the shadow of their wings.
Even the Archmage was surrounded by ghosts. They wailed and wandered around, surrounding the Archmage tightly. Their ethereal bodies were now solid, filling up the remaining space in the area.
It could be said that the entire place was filled with undead creatures. Every inch of space and every crevice was completely occupied by them. It was no longer possible to describe the scene as a world of undead creatures. It was more accurate to say that the entire world was made up of undead creatures.
"Numbers mean nothing to you, Sir? But I really want to know if you will still be able to say such a thing when your numbers become endless. " The Lich's voice echoed in the air, making it impossible to find its physical body. However, every undead here was its physical body …
Thus, the battle began once again. Several magic circles representing different elements flashed across the Archmage's body in an instant. Flames, lightning, and storms instantly swept through the space around him, wiping out all the restless undead around him and forcibly opening up a clean space for the Archmage.
However, such a response was meaningless. Almost a second after the undead were wiped out, new undead creatures appeared and filled up the entire space again. Under the Lich's command, they began to attack the Archmage.
The first wave was the arrows shot by the Skeleton Archers below. There were too many arrows and too many gaps between them, making this volley look like a huge dark cloud that could cover the entire desert. The Archmage's figure was like a small pixel compared to it.
Behind the arrows were the magic attacks from the Skeleton Archers and the Lich. Light balls of various colors formed a large colorful light curtain, like a huge net, completely enveloping the Archmage.
Finally, the collective breath of the Skeleton Dragons in the sky came. They lined up neatly in a square formation, and the gray breath connected to form a huge pillar without the slightest gap. From the sky to the ground, it was as if a towering mountain that connected heaven and earth had appeared out of thin air.
Perhaps each undead creature was very weak, but when their numbers reached an incalculable scale, their collective attack was as terrifying as a natural disaster. The Archmage, who was in the center of the attack, looked as insignificant as duckweed in a storm.
"This is beyond the realm of normal power, isn't it?" The Lich's best friend, the Devil, asked curiously when he saw this natural spectacle of an attack. He did not seem to understand what was going on. "This kind of attack requires a very high degree of coordination. Brainless things like the Undead can't do it. It should be impossible for him to control so many Undead at the same time and make them launch such an attack …"
"That's not it," Baiyi replied, a little reluctantly. "This is the power of a Territory."
The reason why a Demigod was called a Demigod was because a powerhouse of this level could possess a portion of the power that only Gods could master. This was the domain that the Lich was currently displaying. This was also the biggest difference between a Demigod and the other ranks below it.
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