For the first ti in history, a Balrog was wounded by a weapon from the mortal realm. It howled and stumbled backward, its massive feet crushing its minions into red pulp, while the gusts from its flapping wings sent rocks flying in all directions. Finally, a sturdy mountain wall stopped its collapsing body. Even though the flas within its body eventually reduced the dwarven weapon to ashes, the flas of rage propelled it swiftly towards the mage and the dwarf.
Lynch took out a second scroll and recited loudly: "Gates of the Elental Plane, keep the power of fire tightly sealed outside, with no leakage or forgetfulness."
The Balrog Fla Demon and the mage both staggered back in the blue glow, collapsing to the ground. Lynch spat out fresh blood, staining his already tattered white robe. He quickly dispelled the Plane Synchronization Spell; otherwise, he could die at any mont from his own spell. Isolating the fire was akin to suddenly clamping down on the lifeline of the Bator Hell creatures, which also endangered Lynch, the mage temporarily "synchronized" with the Bator Plane.
Morgan supported Lynch, helping him stand. The mage barely rallied his spirits to tell Morgan: "Quickly, get the dwarves to escape from behind ! Ti is running out!"
Morgan nodded slightly and imdiately dashed down the nearby stairs. However, blocking his way were hundreds of serpent guards. At the forefront stood a young man in human form, whose rolling black clouds shielded all the serpents from the hellish heat, protecting them from harm.
When the flas were temporarily suppressed, he finally revealed himself. Only then did Lynch's Eye of Insight realize there was also an enemy standing there. He had no ti to ponder why his eyes previously only saw emptiness in that direction, as a black beam was now rushing toward his body.
The refined gold arm instantly activated, regardless of how frail the mage's body was at the mont. To prevent being hit by the Instant Death Spell, it pulled Lynch across a short distance, dodging the attack. The mage barely managed to stay standing amid the shock, allowing him to scrutinize the figure leading the serpents.
"Mage Lynch, that is your na if I'm not mistaken," Dazhe retracted his raised finger and spoke casually, "These dwarves are sacrificial offerings I used for an exchange; you'd better not ddle."
"Dazhe, ha ha! Big serpent!" Lynch laughed loudly, "Why don't you sacrifice your own snake-n? That should be more popular!"
"I would never harm my own subordinates, can't you understand that?" He motioned towards the exit, "I'll say this for the last ti. Leave here, and never return!"
"Others can discipline , but cannot command !" Lynch said, "I just happen to want to teach you how to make snake-n into offerings!"
"You? What kind of power do you have to speak to like that?" The big serpent said, "Especially when the Balrog Fla Demon is about to recover."
Lynch didn't spare the big serpent another glance but instead presented his side completely to the group of snake-n, focusing his gaze entirely on the shadow propping itself up against the wall. Nurous undead creatures poured forth from behind Lynch, instantly filling the cave with bared fangs and claws.
The mage only smirked and blinked; the ghosts and banshees that received the order pounced on the snake-n gathered in the corner. The big serpent hurriedly erected a rainbow barrier to shield against the onslaught of necromantic frenzy. With countless wailing voices, the undead completely covered that small space, leaving not a single gap. Even so, many undead still struggled to penetrate inside.
Dwarf Morgan strode through the space occupied by the undead without stopping. No undead creature dared disrupt the dwarf's advance. Despite their hatred for all life and their desire to drag dwarf Morgan into the Death World, under the command of the Undead Magic Bead, they dared not disobey orders.
The Balrog Fla Demon stood up, relying on the power within itself to generate heat throughout its body. Even with the fire elent channel sealed, the Balrog could construct its own world of fire elents. The weak Bator demons rushed towards the Fla Demon's body, leaping into the cracks in its skin because only the high temperatures there allowed them to survive.
The Fla Demon opened its palm, and a blaze imdiately ignited. It jumped up and hurled a fireball at the mage. In this cave, the power of fire was gradually diminishing, and by the ti the fireball reached the mage, it was only the size of an egg. Lynch stretched out his left hand and snuffed out the small fireball with his refined gold arm. Simultaneously, his Powerful Wand released a lightning strike, shattering the hard armored skin on the chest of the Fla Demon.
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