Capítulo 873: Chapter 440:
The sky is collapsing.
Countless crimson cracks spread in the void like cobwebs, and from each gap flows scalding white molten liquid.
Burning fireballs swiftly slide down from the do, which transitions from deep purple to orange-red, like nurous falling teors.
Juventus stands in the high sky swept by heat waves, watching the ground below completely subrged in the rising magma—a torrent of destructive energy shaped by countless flas, as if countless volcanoes erupt simultaneously beneath the magma, steaming blue-green smoke, with air falling downward like burning cotton.
Huge crimson bubbles erge under the surging magma, bursting with a sharp sound like the screeching howl of an ancient Fla Demon’s soul.
Various parts of the Secret Realm are lting and deteriorating, and this space is on the brink of total collapse at any mont.
Juventus’s eyes remain calm, but anyone can see the restless agitation under his calm deanor.
“Is there a way to get below?”
Juventus suddenly asks, raising his eyes to look at Lin Disi, whose face is equally somber.
Lin Disi’s eyes flicker briefly, just about to speak.
At this mont, a deep voice cos from afar.
“I advise you to abandon that thought.”
They all look up, only to see the layers of fire waves parting on their own, and from them erges the towering figure of a man in a white robe.
“White Wizard King.”
Everyone present, including Juventus, makes a gesture of salute to the newcor.
The White Wizard King steps on the void to co before them, his gaze falling on Juventus, continuing to speak: “Apart from the forr Waliz… no one else can survive in such an environnt.”
“Even the bloodline of the Phoenix Family cannot completely fear no flas.”
The White Wizard King raises his head, looking around, as if explaining to them or perhaps muttering to himself.
“Perhaps many years later, a new Phoenix will be born in this region…”
Having said that, the White Wizard King shifts his eyes, softly calling out to soone: “Let’s go, Cersei.
First, let’s heal your injuries.”
“Yes, father,”
Cersei reluctantly walks out from beside Juventus, heading toward the White Wizard King.
She keeps looking back at Juventus, hoping to see a similar expression on his face.
But Juventus’s gaze seems to be entirely focused on the surging magma below, which slightly annoys Cersei. The next second, however, she rembers her body is now covered in blisters, resembling a demon, and imdiately turns into a gray shadow darting toward the White Wizard King.
The White Wizard King’s robe wraps around, gently tearing through the void in front of him, and in a blink, he vanishes with Cersei.
After they leave, Lin Disi approaches Juventus, speaking softly: “Alright, Heramus’s inheritance artifact isn’t so easily damaged by magma; no magma on this continent can.
You will have plenty of opportunities to salvage it in the future…
The point now is, this damned place is about to explode, and if we don’t leave, we’ll really end up as their gravemates!”
Juventus seems oblivious to Lin Disi’s words, as a faint, deep purple glow brightens in his secret silver eyes.
Lin Disi doesn’t bother with him anymore; he quickly heads to the other side, where Gorini, long waiting, releases a trace of silver light wrapping him up, and they both leave together.
Only Juventus remains on the scene.
The purple glow in Juventus’s eyes quickly grows intense, spreading over his body and even seeping through his concealing grey robe.
Amidst the roaring fire waves, there’s the sound of a quiet hum of a Magic Tool.
Nobody knows how much ti has passed when a vast, surging wave of magma sweeps over, and the purple light, the trembling sound, and Juventus’s figure all disappear simultaneously.
In the vast Secret Realm Space, there’s only a void like a vast wall, peeling away layer by layer, and everything gradually being consud by the burning heat….
….
Fla Plain.
On the expansive plain, countless cracks have appeared in the earth filled with magma rivers, from which turbulent magma fire pillars endlessly gush forth.
In this tumultuous scene, the lava waterfall that once hid the entrance to the Realm of Departing Fire has long vanished, replaced by a massive, irregularly shaped fission fireball, much like the eye of an Ancient Fire Dragon, watching everything in the world with fury.
Two figures silently appear beneath the crimson sky reflected by the flas.
“Unfortunately, we arrived too late…”
Angelie displays a face full of regret, turning his head to look at Narros beside him, blinking and saying: “You did it on purpose, didn’t you?
You were worried that you couldn’t resist intervening if you were there.”
Narros doesn’t speak, only gazing into the distance, with his eyes slightly flashing, as if pondering sothing quietly.
“I’ve told you before that there’s a problem with how you’re trying to recruit him.”
Angelie said: “From what I understand about that kid, if you were to help him once, even without speaking a word, he would be willing to sacrifice himself to repay you.”
Narros remains silent.
After a long ti, he slowly speaks: “Maybe you’re right.”
Thinking for a mont, Narros continues,
“Do you think he can survive?”
“Of course.”
“Why?”
“No reason.”
Angelie smiles lightly, tapping his temple with his finger, “Intuition, and my consistent understanding of him.”
Narros reflects thoughtfully.
“Witch’s intuition?
I nearly forgot your gender now, in the Wizard World, that indeed has always been a topic..”
Angelie’s smile suddenly freezes on his face.
Narros, however, has already turned around, softly calling out.
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