"Daring Law!"
The white palace’s phantom trembles, as the Unicorn beats its wings, letting out burst after burst of neighing sounds.
Rich white light surges from within Adam, as well as from his ornate Knight Armor, solidifying into a semi-translucent round shield...
Finally, it collides solidly with Ronan’s fist.
"Boom!"
As if a teor burning with white flas smashed down, it shatters the majority of the Battle Platform, sending up a cloud of dust and debris.
Ronan stands expressionlessly at the forr location of Adam, his finger lightly tapping his brow, suppressing the relentless ntal waves in his mind.
The heritage of the "Spiritual Power Dawn" magic spell lies in this very strength.
Every magic spell carries a certain psychological impact and intimidation effect, and even soone with a will as steadfast as Ronan could not avoid being influenced to so extent.
During this brief pause, a figure has already burst through the rubble and charged out of the dust below.
At this mont, Adam appears quite disheveled; his originally smooth and handso face, carved like marble, is now tarnished with dust, and his ticulously combed blond hair is also a lot more disordered.
Beneath him, the Double-winged Unicorn wobbles; he looks at Ronan incredulously with one hand placed on a spot on the breastplate of his armor—there, an unmistakably obvious dent and crack is visible.
"You..."
Adam takes a deep breath, his gaze solemnly focusing on Ronan, just as he’s about to speak.
"Crack—"
Before he can finish his sentence, Ronan’s figure has already disappeared from the line of sight, as the sound of lightning stroking resonates again.
Adam’s eyebrows twitch fiercely, and he almost instantaneously places a hand over his heart.
Transparent ripples, like water, emanate from his chest.
At that mont, the flow of ti seems to slow down by dozens of tis, and in Adam’s vision, he sees an extrely blurred black shadow tearing through the waves, charging straight down towards him.
His eyes instantly beco resolute and determined, as if nothing in the world could shake his inner resolve anymore.
Rune after rune lights up on his Rider Spear, a flare ignites at the tip of the spear, and beams of light fall from the Void above, enveloping his figure...
The terrifying majesty rapidly accumulates to its peak; Adam raises the spear with both hands, the massive and magnificent Magic Domain Qi chanism condenses, and atop the spear, it looks as if a grand Temple stands tall.
Beneath him, the Double-winged Unicorn silently lifts its front hooves, and together, man and steed, in the stance of a knight’s charge, turn into a white cot, colliding fiercely with the black shadow that is swiftly nearing!
"Boom!"
"Boom! Boom!"
In the platform space, continuous sounds echo like that of colliding teors.
Two overwhelmingly oppressive forces relentlessly clash against each other—the phantom of the white palace and the lingering massive shadow collide and vie against one another, the spectators could barely catch a glimpse of the combatants, only able to determine the location of the fight by the recurring folds and ripples in the Void.
The cries like those of a wailing infant ring out, as multiple-legged, multi-eyed creature with innurable tentacles—the Magic Domain’s Mother of the Unpure—starts to writhe. Li Weiqi’s hands so how now hold a grotesque item, which looks like an eyeball-studded live octopus or a bunch of purple grapes just scooped out from sothing, still dripping with viscous fluid.
Li Weiqi’s eyes are cold, his mouth rapidly chanting indecipherable and bizarre magic spells.
The "Purple Grapes" in his hand burst one after another in the sound of chanting, spraying out a disgusting unidentified juice.
These juices are completely devoured by the Mother of the Unpure, and then she spews out palm-sized purple triangles from her oral cavity device, resembling mysterious runes or so kind of evil Curse Power; upon their ergence, they actively pursue one of the figures engaged in the fray, like a school of fish.
Among the few, Selena is the only one not joining the lee, quietly watching from the side, as if the scene before her has nothing to do with her.
The fierce struggle continues, with a pace almost not allowing the Wizards watching to have the gap to think or discuss.
Until a certain mont.
A loud booming sound is heard; Li Weiqi’s chanting abruptly cos to an abrupt halt.
Following that, everyone both in and out of the arena sees—in the Void, the phantom of the white palace suddenly "collapses," a figure is seen flying out backward as if shot from a cannon, hitting the edge of the platform space’s Energy Shield and being slowly blocked and falling down.
It’s Adam, with one hand on his spear and the other clutching his chest, kneeling on one knee!
At this mont, Adam’s armor is covered in cracks, his head buried deep between his shoulders, his blond hair disheveled, and from his mouth, he continuously coughs up copious amounts of fresh blood...
Upon seeing this, everyone’s expression freezes.
However, before they can display more expressions on their faces, an outraged cry from Li Weiqi is already heard from the other side of the platform space.
Looking up, Li Weiqi is being relentlessly pushed back by a pursuing figure at this mont.
The dense purple triangles in the Void, swarm-like, under Li Weiqi’s control, lunge at the figure but utterly fail to stop the latter’s advance.
Space folds upon itself layer upon layer in front of this figure, as if he were a human-shaped blade, ceaselessly breaking through the multiple Force Fields set by Li Weiqi.
Li Weiqi holds a black magic book in his hands, chanting so rapidly that individual syllables are indistinguishable.
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