Chapter 176: Magical Collision
A loud explosion rang out as a massive ice spike shattered into countless pieces.
The flying shards of ice swept through the surrounding undead creatures like bullets, shattering their bodies.
A wave of icy mist spread outward, freezing both the bone wall and nearby undead creatures.
In that cold, white world, hundreds of undead were turned into ice sculptures.
Suddenly, the bone wall broke apart.
The layer of ice covering the bone wall also fractured.
The bone wall cracked like a spiderweb, eventually collapsing with a thunderous crash.
From within the collapsing bone wall, a figure in a black robe soared into the sky.
Li Meng, who had landed heavily in the sea of bones hundreds of meters away, was startled to see the Deathspeaker Archmage flying higher and higher.
Eventually, the Archmage hovered approximately 200 meters above the ground.
[Deathspeaker Archmage (Saint Rank)]
[Reaper’s Blessing: LV5]
[Domain of Death: LV4]
[Note: Undead creatures cannot be devoured]
Although the Deathspeaker Archmage only had two skills, his terrifying magic power made it clear to Li Meng that these skills were far from simple.
They were similar to his skill, “King of Ice Elements,” allowing him to freely manipulate the power of frost without relying on fixed spells.
At this moment, the Archmage in the sky extended a pale, skeletal hand once more.
The dark clouds above churned violently.
The next instant, countless bone spears rained down from the clouds like droplets of water.
Their target was none other than Li Meng, who was in the sea of bones.
Seeing this, Li Meng felt a chill run down his spine. He immediately broke into a run.
Bone spears, each about 20 meters long, crashed into the ground one after another.
In the sea of bones, Li Meng darted left and right, dodging the incoming attacks.
“So, this is the power of magic?”
In the canyon, Li Meng scurried around in a panic, while the whistling sound of falling bone spears echoed in waves from the sky.
The countless bone spears descended like a torrential downpour, bombarding Li Meng.
As he sprinted forward, Li Meng dove to the ground.
A massive bone spear slammed into the spot where he had been standing moments before with a deafening crash.
As he rose to his feet, Li Meng swung his arm, sending a visible wind blade shooting into the air.
With a loud “bang,” the wind blade collided with a bone spear above, shattering it.
The wind blade dissipated shortly afterward.
Using his iron staff, Li Meng swept aside the surrounding undead creatures and roared.
White icy mist surged out like a tidal wave.
With a series of cracking sounds, massive ice walls rose around him, forming an inverted bowl that shielded him.
This move was one Li Meng had learned from the Deathspeaker Archmage.
Bone spears rained down on the ice walls, some shattering on impact, while others embedded themselves deeply.
Before long, the surface of the ice wall facing the sky resembled a porcupine, covered in protruding bone spears.
Although the bone spears continued to fall relentlessly, the ice wall began to shake and crumble.
As the ice wall was breached, Li Meng smashed through it and charged out.
The moment he emerged, the ice wall collapsed entirely behind him.
At this point, the sky finally ceased its bombardment of massive bone spears.
Li Meng barely had time to catch his breath when he noticed the Deathspeaker Archmage in the sky moving again.
The Archmage extended another pale skeletal hand from beneath his black robe, raising both hands high as if chanting.
The dark clouds churned violently once more, with green ghostly flames flickering within them.
The next moment, massive green fireballs descended from the clouds.
The sight gave Li Meng a jolt.
He immediately stopped, gripping his iron staff, and pointed it at the sky.
White icy mist surged forth, sweeping through the surrounding area.
A massive ice spike formed in an instant and shot toward the sky.
Faced with the incoming ice spike, the Deathspeaker Archmage pointed downward with his left hand.
A black beam shot out, heading straight for the ice spike.
The black beam moved with astonishing speed, reaching the ice spike in an instant and staining it black.
The massive ice spike shattered with a loud explosion, leaving Li Meng’s expression grim.
Hesitating briefly, Li Meng planted his iron staff into the ground, unleashing another wave of icy mist.
With cracking sounds, another massive ice wall rose, forming a protective dome over him.
The icy mist spread outward, creating yet another layer of ice walls atop the first.
The sounds of cracking continued as a third ice wall formed.
Inside the ice walls, Li Meng swayed as intense pain shot through his head, making his face contort in agony.
“Out of magic power?”
Realizing this, Li Meng knelt on one knee, panting heavily.
He hadn’t expected his magic to deplete so quickly.
Looking up at the ice layers above him, a trace of worry flickered in his eyes.
Just then, the ice above suddenly turned green, followed by violent tremors.
Outside, a three-meter-wide green fireball crashed into the ice wall.
A deafening explosion echoed through the canyon as a bright green mushroom cloud of flames slowly rose into the air.
And it wasn’t over yet.
The second green fireball struck the ice wall immediately after, causing another booming explosion to reverberate through the canyon.
The green fireballs kept falling, each creating a fiery mushroom cloud.
The entire area was dyed green by the flames.
Meanwhile, on a mountain one kilometer away…
Wangwang barked anxiously, running back and forth while occasionally barking toward the battlefield.
Vanessa, standing on the edge of the cliff, took a deep breath.
“Calm down, we only have one chance!”
Though she spoke calmly, her trembling hands on the bowstring betrayed her nerves.
Her gaze was fixed on the black-robed figure in the sky.
She was waiting—for the perfect moment to strike.
At that moment, the black robe moved again, raising its hands high once more.
Vanessa roared internally.
Purple-black magic erupted from her body, distorting the surrounding space.
A shockwave burst forth, sweeping the area and sending Wangwang flying.
Vanessa pulled back her bowstring.
As the string was drawn, purple-black magic gathered, forming a shadow arrow.
Releasing her grip, the shadow arrow shot forth.
The small arrow expanded rapidly upon release, growing into a five-meter-long shadow arrow.
It made no sound as it traveled, transforming into a black streak that shot upward, crossing the kilometer distance in an instant to strike the Deathspeaker Archmage.