On the fragnted land, the terrifying roar of the Poisonous Fla Centipede echoed.
The difference between the two was really too great, not just in pure violence, but in all aspects, a comprehensive gap. This was the overwhelming dominance of the Wizard’s mastery of rules.
"You overestimate yourself, ignorant worm!"
Green held the extre abyss magic staff, which showed no magic power fluctuations, and Green himself released no witchcraft. Even his frail body appeared to lack much strength, yet he had already condescendingly looked down, mocking the Poisonous Fla Centipede despised by the Demon Doll.
However, despite Green’s words, he silently let out a breath of relief, unobtrusively calming the almighty soul fluctuations he had easily refined from the Four Sovereigns Slash Eyeball acquired days ago.
"Roar! Impossible! You’re clearly a flesh and blood creature, why do my Five Poison Demon Flas not work? Impossible, this is impossible!"
At this point, Green had unknowingly been invaded by wisps of dark green flas, yet showed no typical signs of poisoning as flesh and blood creatures should, it was simply unbelievable.
The Poisonous Fla Centipede’s power was half fire and half poison.
And the Five Poison Demon Flas were especially terrifying for suppressing flesh and blood creatures. After more than an era of encounters, Green had already understood the Poisonous Fla Centipede relatively thoroughly. Originally thinking that this, being one of the Casket Ascenders, dared to challenge him just like the uncanny creature had so hidden trump cards, Green specially prepared the almighty soul in the Four Sovereigns Slash Eyeball to replenish body strength and magic power.
Only, Green had still overestimated this Poisonous Fla Centipede sowhat.
No wonder the Demon Doll looked down on the Poisonous Fla Centipede; so of those Green thought to be diocre were already seen as threatening in its eyes.
This was because the difference in life level between the two was truly imnse!
"Tch..."
With a cold smile, Green spat out a mouthful, "Puh," and the mixed dark green poison fla lted hundreds of ters of area covered in azure frost.
"This kind of poisonous thing is just so snacks for so mixed poison body refining sorcerers in the Wizard World. Heh heh heh heh, if this is what you rely on to challenge with confidence, then... you can die now."
The body seed sowhat frail, it was obvious that Green’s combat status had greatly diminished from before.
Yet!
With a body less than two ters tall, Green’s toes tapped the frosty ground, his light and dark blending silhouette vanished in a flash, appearing atop the head of the Poisonous Fla Centipede, letting the free-flowing dark green flas infiltrate his body, yet Green showed no reaction, simply and purely swinging the extre abyss magic staff, as if rely gently rubbing sandpaper between them.
"Huff..."
With a roar, the Poisonous Fla Centipede opened its mouth wide, engulfing Green completely in dark green poison flas until he was utterly obscured.
Yet within that pillar of dark green light, the extre abyss magic staff suddenly extended out, its tip lightly touching the abdominal area of the Poisonous Fla Centipede before retracting.
Silently, countless Forgotten Runes branded themselves onto the Poisonous Fla Centipede, disappearing into its body.
The dark green eyes were indescribably shocked.
Though the Poisonous Fla Centipede was unaware of what Green had left through repeated contact, it wouldn’t be anything good. This feeling of powerlessness, this rage with nowhere to expend its power despite possessing great might, this mocking eye peering from outside the bottle onto itself—these filled the Poisonous Fla Centipede with unprecedented terror after a long lifeti.
With a "bang," the Poisonous Fla Centipede suddenly scattered into countless dark red flas, each wisp a miniature image of itself, writhing in mid-air. Nurous limbs deftly maneuvered, quickly slipping into the cracks of the Skeleton Continent.
This was the Poisonous Fla Centipede’s stealth and escape talent.
If in the past, facing such a situation, a weakened and magic-power-starved Green would have been helpless, but at this mont, Green simply let out a low laugh.
Rustle...
The pages of the "Book of Truth" flipped quickly, followed by a gray fissure silently opening above Green, easily extending several thousand ters, from which tens of thousands of grotesque, foul-slling sailor claws reached out around him.
The aura of the World of Oblivion appeared, successfully communicating the disintegration of the Poisonous Fla Centipede’s fleeing body marked by Green’s Brand of Forgotten imprint.
"Ugh..."
The scattered, hidden poison flas, under the compulsion of the Forgotten brand imprints on their bodies, began to gather once more.
However, with relatively few Forgotten Rune Brands on the body, the tens of thousands of foul-slling sailor claws couldn’t lock onto the Poisonous Fla Centipede as a target, and instead, they unconsciously contained the aura with the Forgotten brand, aimlessly rummaging.
"What have you done to ?"
At this point, the compelled Poisonous Fla Centipede reappeared, its voice filled with terror and confusion. The dark red flas churned as it struggled to remove the brand of Forgotten marks on its body, yet to no avail.
The thousands of wandering Forgotten Rune Brands on its body created a space cage, making it impossible for the Poisonous Fla Centipede to find any form of refuge.
"This is my gift to you, ignorant and lowly insect, go and experience the deathly silence of the World of Oblivion, hahahahaha..."
One mont, Green was surrounded by layers of sailor claws, and the next, he appeared right before the Poisonous Fla Centipede.
The Poisonous Fla Centipede, realizing its prideful venom flas posed little threat to Green, ignited clusters of dark red molten flas atop its unclear limbs—nature’s purest burning force condensed into countless intersecting flaming light swords.
"No technique, a clumsy fighting style relying purely on numbers and reckless slashing, truly unsightly."
Under the Face of Truth, the Three-Colored Light Eyes and the six pairs of compound eyes blinked in different directions.
This was not the fighting style of the Poisonous Fla Centipede, but rather a chaotic slashing devoid of order designed to confuse, yet to Green, it posed almost no danger.
Thus, Green maneuvered between gaps in the flaming light swords, like an agile fish, avoiding with a nearly unbelievable artistry between the gaps of the flaming light swords, letting them brush against his frail body without harm. With another gentle touch from the extre abyss magic staff, imdiately retracting, another set of Forgotten Rune Brands appeared on the Poisonous Fla Centipede.
"No... no! Die... die!"
The myriad flaming light swords continued to swing wildly with the Poisonous Fla Centipede’s limbs, creating an overwhelming spectacle, leaving trenches across the ten-thousand-ter land and scattering bone ashes—yet they couldn’t harm Green even slightly, who seed all-knowing and almighty.
All this seed as if the Poisonous Fla Centipede was cooperating with Green to achieve a series of incredible evasive maneuvers, followed by a light touch from the extre abyss magic staff that carried no strength nor intent of injury—just the engravent of the extre abyss magic staff’s runes.
On the Poisonous Fla Centipede, the Forgotten Runes multiplied, increasingly so...
This feeling of being manipulated at the discretion of an unimaginable insight and calculation power, the fear and despair, far surpassed the shadowy dread brought by the Demon Doll.
This Oblivion Sorcerer was an even more terrifying dark shadow than the Demon Doll! This was the true monstrous entity in the deepest layers of the Dinsional Esophagus! A legendary level special life form even shunned by the Endless Dominators!
Amidst hopeless shrieks, the ever-growing Forgotten Rune Brands on its body, the Poisonous Fla Centipede was grabbed by the pestilent sailor claws and dragged into the fissure of oblivion.
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