This giant Air Elent now has a new na—the Elental Elder; it has just barely stepped into the ranks of intelligent creatures. Although it is not up to the level of ordinary people, at least it can communicate, provided you understand the elental language.
For these creatures that embody elental essence, the process of growing up is the process of acquiring more elental essence, which naturally also ans becoming larger.
As the Elental Elder erged, the air elental vortex shattered on the spot, indicating that its summoning power had been exhausted.
Though the Cloud Giant used the Nine Rings Elental Summoning, it was enhanced with its special ability, allowing it to summon a real army of Air Elents at once.
Nuluding wasn’t polite with them; he pointed directly at the mist enveloping the Conqueror’s army and commanded, "Blow them away."
"As you command." The Elental Elder responded thunderously, without another word, rushing directly towards the mist, followed closely by the high-level Air Elents and large Air Elents previously summoned by the Cloud Giant.
When they approached the edge of the mist, under the lead of the Elental Elder, they transford directly into whirlwinds.
Unlike last ti when they swept the Revenge Storm individually, they were now swallowed by the massive whirlwind ford by the Elental Elder, creating an even larger whirlwind.
After devouring all the whirlwinds, this whirlwind’s height surpassed thirty ters, with a diater over fifty ters, spinning madly, giving the impression of a tornado.
Where it swept past, the mist was not only rolled away, but debris and sand flew everywhere; not to ntion people, even the Tower War Chariots of the Conqueror’s army could be lifted alive.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The Conqueror’s army naturally wouldn’t sit still; from deep within the mist ca a huge roaring sound, and white skeletal bombs were launched toward the whirlwind.
These bone bombs had no chance to fall into the depths of the whirlwind; they exploded directly on the surface, splattering countless bone fragnts and black liquid everywhere, accompanied by a sizzling corrosive sound, which was the highly compressed and concentrated negative energy.
But no one could say for sure how much damage these bone bombs inflicted on the giant whirlwind, after all, it was tangible yet immaterial.
The only difference from before was that within its spinning body, there were now traces of black and white; the black was the result of negative energy soaking, and the white were bone fragnts sucked in.
"What kind of magic is this? How co I’ve never heard of this combination of physical and negative energy before?" The Cloud Giant watched in silence, secretly alard.
These skeletal bombs showed no effect on the whirlwind; if the target were biological beings, they would be lethal, as such dense negative energy is a severe poison, harming both the body and the soul. Those killed by this attack would definitely beco ghosts or zombies.
Dilila felt her mouth filled with bitterness because not only did she know the origin of this attack thod, but she also handed it over to the other party herself, explaining with a bitterness in her voice: "This isn’t magic; it’s a magic device, carrying Undead Divine Power, stolen by that Blaspher from the Lady of the Dead."
The Cloud Giant roared: "Is your Goddess a waste? How could so much power and objects be stolen? Is he the Undying Goddess of Vengeance, or is your Goddess?"
Dilila could only remain silent because, at this pace, the Undying Goddess of Vengeance’s ability to keep her divine position and divinity was genuinely questionable.
Because the enemy Chiaranlisha faced, was not only this Blaspher in front but other enemies of the Lady of the Dead would also seize the opportunity to divide her completely.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The firing frequency of the skeletal cannons was astonishing, averaging one round every three seconds, and the accuracy was quite terrifying as well.
After several rounds, the entire whirlwind was stained black, thanks to them being elental creatures, having no flesh and blood or emotions, otherwise, with this degree of negative energy soaking, they would have beco undead by now.
The frantically spinning Elental Elder changed its course, moving toward the densest area of skeletal cannon fire, making it evident that this attack did not leave him entirely unhard.
After all, he was not a completely insensible tornado; the continuous bombardnt was impacting the essence of his elental life.
As the Elental Elder began to descend, a huge channel was quickly blown open, but the situation below made the Cloud Giant want to curse. When will it end? How many tricks does this Conqueror have prepared?
Underneath the dispersed mist, shockingly, was not the ground, but an endless darkness—these were connecting Dark Arts.
The spell level was not high and not difficult to break.
But given how many Dark Arts there were if the entire lower layer of mist was like this, how many Illumination Spells would they need to cast to find the Conqueror’s army’s camp location?
Even if they found it, who could know what exactly was waiting for them there?
The extensive use of spells silently hinted at one thing: the opposing side had an astonishing number of spellcasters; their magic could hit the Conqueror’s army, and their magic could hit them.
Unlike arrows, magic doesn’t gain range bonuses in the air—because the range of magic is a process of magical control weakening, with direct fire, indirect fire, and suppressed fire having no effect, only straight-line distance is considered.
These Dark Arts were not affected by the whirlwind; no matter how they blew, the darkness silently cloaked there, making it impossible to see below.
"Daylight Spell!" The Cloud Giant summoned a giant rock, cast a Daylight Spell upon it, and threw it towards the area with the densest shelling.
Every giant is a master of stone-throwing, and Nuluding is no exception; the rock landed accurately near the target, and the attached Daylight Spell tore through the darkness, exposing the situation below.
Blackish treants, each with a tree trunk, were rooted there, holding cannons made of skeletal remains in their arms, continuously firing at the whirlwind.
No matter how the whirlwind raged, it could never pull them up from the ground.
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