A black cloud was quickly formed around Noah, his fiendish appearance had changed again after the roots in his sea of consciousness entangled themselves on the third Kesier rune.
The horns and the tail of the Demonic form had grown and Noah's fingers had bee sharp pointy fangs, the spell now made him look like a real demon rather than a human figure with a gaseous armor.
The "Breath" in his dantian depleted quickly, the liquid "Breath" wasn't enough to sustain a spell with the power of the third rank so Noah's reserves diminished at a fast pace, hurrying him to end the battle as fast as he could.
The ten red cultivators stopped their tracks at the sight of the black smoke, the amount of danger that they felt ing from it surpassed that of his black sabers, they had no confidence in safely crossing it.
That's why, after a brief pause, they all began to cast their spells.
The soldiers of the Empire had created a large empty area around Noah, they didn't want to get caught in his battle with the red troops.
That's why the cultivators in the solid stage didn't hesitate to launch spells, the area was empty after all, they wouldn't hurt their allies with those destructive attacks.
Ice shards, fireballs, and beasts of various elements shot toward Noah at high speed, he watched how those spells cut the air, aiming to crash on his exposed figure.
'Even if my Demonic form is in the third rank now, defending from so many spells will just deplete more of my "Breath
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