Feiwan did not panic at all in the face of the ambush attacks coming from all directions.
Feiwan's combat strength was immense.
However, she was weak in every other aspect besides combat.
To compensate for these flaws, Dalun Li had granted her a spatial summoning ability as a power patch.
As Feiwan's eyes lit up, crimson flames rose from beneath her feet and lava surged from all directions, while several Flame Bones carrying large shields crawled out of the lava to meet the surrounding attacks.
However, the ambushing swordsmen had no intention of stopping, their blades swinging along with Sword Qi.
In an instant, several Flame Bones along with their shields were sliced into pieces.
But that moment of obstruction was enough for Feiwan to adjust her power.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The sound of explosions echoed continuously as the surrounding ground burst open one after another.
Lava erupted incessantly.
"Third-rank magic, Thunder Cloud Rain!"
The third-rank mage quickly waved his wand, and clouds were summoned in an instant, bringing down a torrential rain to suppress the erupting lava.
Using water to counter lava?
It was feasible, but could water counter a volcano that was about to erupt?
Feiwan raised an arm, and flames rose from her palm, transforming into a flame dragon in an instant that crashed onto the lava-covered ground, breathing out scorching fire.
"Go around it!"
The swordsmen rushing toward Feiwan split into three groups, bypassing the flames and continuing their charge like phantoms.
How could Feiwan give the swordsmen a chance to get close?
She manipulated the flame dragon to swing its head and tail, its massive wings of fire flapping to create high-temperature flames accompanied by strong winds, whipping up a flame tornado that knocked away the incoming swordsmen.
The third-rank mage raised his wand and began chanting, while the two second-rank heavy warriors beside him also raised their large shields and charged into the battlefield ahead.
"Third-rank magic, Water Whale!"
Third-rank magic, Water Whale.
A powerful water magic that could only be cast in an environment with a large amount of flowing water.
The preceding third-rank magic, Thunder Cloud Rain, had already provided the necessary conditions for the mage to cast this spell.
A mage must learn to create and utilize the environment.
As the magic circle expanded, countless amounts of water gathered toward it, forming a massive water whale that let out a cry before crashing toward Feiwan.
The two second-rank heavy warriors charged forward alongside the water whale, their large shields raised.
The flowing water and high-temperature lava produced a massive amount of steam, masking the attack.
A third-rank swordsman in the ambush took the opportunity to grip his sword with both hands and leaped into the air.
Sharp Sword Qi wrapped around his blade, transforming into a massive Sword Qi greatsword that slashed down violently at the flame dragon in front of Feiwan.
Faced with such an attack, the flame dragon had no choice but to flap its wings and meet it head-on.
At that moment, the two heavy warriors burst out from the steam, their large shields slamming into the lower body of the flame dragon.
The violent impact caused the flame dragon's massive body to stumble.
The enormous water whale took the opportunity to crash into the flame dragon.
The high-temperature flames were quickly extinguished, and the flame dragon collapsed to the ground, with more than half of its body disappearing under the torrent of water.
"Now is the chance!"
Within the steam, three swordsmen quickly rushed toward Feiwan.
Using flame power to condense such a flame dragon was definitely not an easy task.
The opponent surely had no extra strength left to continue a battle of this level!
A large amount of steam was torn apart by Sword Qi, but what greeted them was not a fragile, exhausted Feiwan.
Bang! Bang! Bang!!
Accompanying the sound of massive objects hitting the ground, several flame dragons flapped their fire-constructed wings and crashed onto the earth one after another.
Splashing flames and high temperatures swept across the surroundings.
One, two, three...
Loud crashes rang out continuously, and that pure, oppressive power almost made it impossible for them to breathe.
"This is bad, get away quickly!"
Roar!!
With a thunderous roar, seven dragons made of fire simultaneously breathed out dragon flame.
That high-temperature dragon flame was definitely no ordinary fire magic; its scorching heat felt as if it were burning their very souls.
"Immovable Fortress!"
The two second-rank heavy warriors roared, gripping their shields and slamming them forward as a heavy defense unfolded.
However, the rolling dragon flame was like an oncoming lava tsunami, instantly submerging the two heavy warriors.
Immovable Fortress?
Now it had become an immovable pressure cooker.
At this moment, they could no longer care about the mission; in the face of such a powerful demon, fleeing became the most instinctive reaction.
The two second-rank swordsmen fled to either side without hesitation.
However...
Bang! Bang!
Two more loud crashes followed as two lava giants, clad in armor and wielding greatswords, slammed down onto their escape routes.
The raised lava greatswords carried thousands of pounds of force as they crashed down violently.
The remaining third-rank swordsman grit his teeth, suppressing the deep-seated fear rising within him as he swung his broadsword.
In this moment of life-and-death crisis, he could feel his swordsmanship improving.
But it was meaningless.
Faced with several dragons breathing dragon flame pressing down on him, individual strength seemed to have become powerless.
Even as a third-rank swordsman, he could only manage to swing his sword a few times before being crushed by the encroaching dragons.
In just an instant, only the third-rank mage holding the Staff of the Puppeteer remained on the field.
He stared in horror at everything before him, unable to understand how the situation had suddenly turned like this when they had the upper hand.
Most of their family's elite forces had been wiped out so ridiculously?
What kind of monster was this!
Why would such a powerful existence be in the Northern Territory!
A fifth-rank mage?
No, such methods were not like those of a mage at all!
He trembled.
Only now did he realize that he—and his family—seemed to have provoked an entity they should never have touched.
"Do not kill me! Killing me means making an enemy of the noble forces in the Northern Territory!"
"They will not let you go!"
He wanted to beg for mercy, but the words that came out of his mouth—having been in a high position for so long—somehow turned into a threat.
As for threatening Feiwan...
Bang! Bang! Bang!
One by one, the dragons condensed from fire crashed from the air onto the ground.
The terrifying heat roasted the surroundings until it looked like a piece of hell.
Feiwan also landed gently in the center of the dragons.
Her petite body appeared insignificant among the flame dragons.
It was hard to imagine that such a small body hidden such immense power.
This was not a living being at all; it was a mobile volcano that could erupt at any moment.
He had actually treated her as a woman.
The third-rank mage's terrified heart almost collapsed, but Feiwan was filled with joy.
Humans were so much fun; this expression of his was simply a masterpiece.
She waved her hand, and one dragon spat out the corpses of the third-rank swordsman, the two second-rank heavy warriors, and the two second-rank swordsmen.
These corpses were to serve as nourishment for the Well of Eternal Imprisonment, so she had specifically preserved them during the battle.
However, looking at the corpses being spat out one by one, the third-rank mage could no longer hold on.
"Forgive me! Please, I beg you, do not kill me!"
He collapsed to the ground, crawling toward Feiwan with his weak body, wanting to grab her feet and beg for forgiveness.
He even stuck out his tongue, wanting to kiss the soles of Feiwan's shoes to plead for mercy.
There was no longer any trace of the arrogance or glory he held as a third-rank mage.
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