The sudden attack from the tallic construct forced Mo Yan to react. The hunchback grand magus swiftly turned and used one of his arms to block the flying construct with his bare hand. The impact sent a shockwave through the air, and Mo Yan grunted in pain as the construct pierced his flesh.
Ery's previous probe had deduced that the grand magus was unable to move away while using his enslavent skill. Seeing Mo Yan struggling to stop the piercing construct confird his other assumption that a spirit master and enslavent master like Mo Yan was vulnerable to physical attacks.
"YOU BASTARD!!!" Mo Yan roared, his eyes wide with shock.
The attack was too sudden for Mo Yan to fully counter. With his life on the line, he was forced to direct his power to deflect the tallic construct away. The effort caused a strain visible on his contorted face, and his grip faltered.
This mont of distraction and effort allowed Ery to be released from the restraining force. Sensing his opportunity, Ery surged forward with renewed determination.
Ery didn't intend to attack Mo Yan. Instead, he charged toward Ramos, using his [Spatial Bending] spell to shorten the distance between them. His real intention was to take Ramos back inside the formation. By healing the Kux grand magus and ensuring Heorgar's successful ascension, the three of them would be able to fight Mo Yan together.
With precision and speed, Ery unleashed his [Void Blade] to strike the spectral arm that was engulfing Ramos. Unfortunately, its effect against the ghastly form was minimal. However, it was still effective enough to cut a large chunk of the spectral arm apart. Just as he prepared to launch a second attack, Ery was abruptly pushed away a few ters by Mo Yan's formless attack.
"I am going to kill you!" Mo Yan bellowed, his voice filled with rage and desperation.
Ery gritted his teeth, feeling the force of the attack reverberate through his body. The situation was dire, but he knew he couldn't afford to relent.
Mo Yan was about to unleash his spirit attack on Ery again when an anomaly occurred with Ramos's body. The multiple interruptions had succeeded in weakening Mo Yan's hold, allowing Ramos to partially break free from the restraint and forcefully return to his body.
"You are not going anywhere!" Mo Yan roared.
In a swift motion, the spectral arm re-entered Ramos's body, fully restraining him again and attempting to pull him away, ready to continue the enslavent process.
"ARRGGHH!" Ramos scread in pain, struggling to resist.
Ery leaped in once more, determined to save Ramos. However, he was abruptly stopped by a form covered in blue lightning. The white tiger had used its killer move to block Ery's path, forcing him into combat. It lunged at Ery with electrified claws, each strike crackling with deadly energy. Ery parried with his sword, the clash of tal and lightning creating sparks that lit up the battlefield.
The situation escalated as all four yellow tigers and the gigantic bird were called to protect their master, creating a formidable barrier around Mo Yan.
Ery was scrambling to find another solution to their predicant when he heard a chuckle from Ramos.
"What is so damn funny?!" Mo Yan shouted, his voice filled with fury and confusion.
Ramos turned to Ery with a smile, saying, "At least I'm bringing all you animals down with !"
Ery was stunned; despite his efforts to save the man, Ramos, even on his last dying breath, showed his hatred toward the half-blood.
However, as he looked closer, Ramos's true intention began to dawn on him. The proud Kux grand magus had no intention of giving up yet. His face contorted into a chilling, almost triumphant laugh, a stark contrast to the agony he was enduring.
With his last ounce of strength, Ramos summoned a massive surge of energy from his soul, a potent combination of wind and fire, amplified by the power of the cosmos, converging into one decisive, detonation.
"NOOO!!!!" Mo Yan's scream of realization and fear cut through the chaos, his ghostly form recoiling as he sensed the impending explosion.
But it was too late.
A thunderous explosion engulfed the battlefield, drowning out Mo Yan's scream.
KAABBOOOMMM!!!
The explosion was cataclysmic. A shockwave of searing heat and violent force radiated outward, tearing through everything in its path. The very fabric of reality seed to ripple under the onslaught of wind and fire. The nearby beasts, unable to escape the blast radius, were incinerated or thrown violently aside.
The entire area, stretching for miles, was engulfed in a blinding light as the dark marsh landscape was montarily illuminated. The ground trembled violently as if the very earth were being torn apart, and the scene descended into utter chaos. The force of the blast was so overwhelming that it felt like the world itself was collapsing.
Inside the protective formation, the magus were left in stunned silence. The explosion had been so sudden and powerful that they could only watch in horror as it impacted their defenses. Ten out of the eighteen stone pillars that held the formation together crumbled into dust, unable to withstand the sheer force of the detonation. Magus Yord, the formation master, staggered and vomited blood, the sudden backlash from the damaged formation taking a severe toll on him. Despite the massive cracks spiderwebbing through the barrier, the magus inside remained unhard, shielded from the worst of the blast.
"Ery! What about Ery?!" a tone cried out in panic.
A tone erged from behind them. Ery, shrouded in smoke and covered in nurous wounds, had barely escaped, taking the brunt of the blast. His quick reflexes and defensive spells save him from certain death. Despite his injuries, he managed to enter the relative safety of the formation, collapsing to his knees from the effort.
All eyes were upon him with concern, but Ery muttered through gritted teeth "I'm fine," as he stood up once again.
Everyone swiftly turned to observe the dissipating explosion. Despite knowing that Ramos sacrificed himself, Edgar, the Kux noble, was cheering, his tone filled with hope "That old bastard has got to be dead, right? He must be, right?"
Ery, still catching his breath, shook his head. "No, he's not," He reminded the others, urging them to stay vigilant, and quickly threw another bag of spirit stones to Magus Yord to bolster the formation. Ery took a worried glance back at the hovering Magus Heorgar, praying the blast hadn't impacted his crucial ascension.
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