Chapter 366 – Is It Over?

“BOOM”!!

At the location where Jiaoni and Ovakain stood, countless bursts of light and heat more dazzling than Mila’s ascent instantly erupted. The terrifyingly sharp battle aura even formed a violent whirlwind that swept across the entire battlefield. Countless residual waves of battle aura capable of cutting through metal and stone sliced through the sloping battlefield like tofu, instantly transforming it into fragmented hills. Large areas of ground hardened by high-temperature melting were reduced to irregularly shaped bricks under the ravages of battle aura. Every intact rocky hill shattered along with the surrounding space, scattering into fragments.

“Hiss, a secret technique of the Holy Warrior? This power is no less formidable than Ovakain’s Dragon Breath!”

Feeling countless invisible sharp blades continuously striking his “Archmage Armor,” Punk had to pour all his energy into maintaining the armor to withstand the battle aura whirlwind. Simultaneously, he inwardly marveled at the power of Jiaoni’s trump card, even though it came at the cost of igniting Jiaoni’s soul.

“After being damaged by Dragon Breath and suffering such a terrifying ‘suicide attack’ at such close range, no matter how powerful Ovakain is, he probably can’t withstand it.”

Cautiously observing the chaotic energy, shattered space, and billowing dust at the center of the “rubble pile” battlefield, Punk muttered to himself. However, he dared not let his guard down. The turbulent energy flow on the battlefield hindered his perception, and the thick dust obscured his vision. Though theoretically, Ovakain should be dead, unless Punk saw the black dragon’s dismembered corpse with his own eyes, he couldn’t feel at ease.

As time passed, the dust began to dissipate, and the mountain-collapsing, tsunami-like energy surge gradually subsided. The shattered space repaired itself within mere seconds.

The battlefield was now silent. After four Master-Level experts fought with all their trump cards regardless of cost, the entire hilly highland had been beaten into a crater-like basin. Countless shattered rocks and debris rained down sporadically from the sky, and the excessively distorted and fractured space had torn the plateau’s terrain into disarray.

As for the pitiful ordinary soldiers… aside from a handful of Formal-Level professionals who narrowly survived, the Holy Warrior army of the Zordas Family, the Maple Leaf Kingdom’s starving refugee forces, the Dragon Roar Kingdom’s elite Mad Dragon Legion, and the Dragon Roar Kingdom’s joint professional forces had been almost entirely wiped out. The attacks of Master-Level experts covered too vast an area, especially Ovakain Acidmaw’s Dragon’s Roar—the innate pressure unique to dragons was enough to shatter the souls of all ordinary people instantly.

After standing on the now-empty battlefield for a while, a weak voice sounded from the distance:

“Hey, Punk, it seems Ovakain is done for!”

Facing the silent battlefield, Ben Lajie seemed to quickly relax. Seeing the energy surge on the battlefield about to end and no signs of Ovakain surviving, the exhausted, panting fat old man almost couldn’t wait to disperse the spell in his hands.”Huff… This old man is truly exhausted. At my age, still pushing myself like this—I must treat myself to two full servings of Cellar Wine Roast Duck when I get back…”

Ben Lajie, finally relaxing, let out a long exhale. He even sat right down on the grimy ground without a second thought. The frantic spellcasting in those final moments had drained too much of his mana, and now he was starting to feel waves of dizziness in his head.

But… was it really over?

Almost the instant Ben Lajie sat down, an incredibly obscure magical aura suddenly shot toward Punk and Ben Lajie from directly behind them.

“Master-Level Advent Magic—Soul Mark”!

Metamagic – Mana Compression!

“What? How is this possible”!

Watching that azure light point, now truly unavoidable, instantly reach him, even Punk, who had remained vigilant all along, couldn’t react in time.

Fast! Too fast!

The “Soul Mark” spell inherently possessed terrifying speed. Appearing so abruptly, with his mana depleted and prepared spells exhausted, Punk had no way to evade it.

Before the spell model for “Kinetic Propulsion,” which Punk urgently tried to cast, could even fully form, this spell—intensely condensed due to “Mana Compression”—pierced straight through one layer of Punk’s “Mind Barrier” and struck his soul!

Of course, Ben Lajie didn’t escape this fate either. Almost immediately after the “Soul Mark” aimed at Punk, another slightly dimmer “Soul Mark” directly hit Ben Lajie, who hadn’t even registered a reaction.

“Ovakain Acidmaw”!

With a growing sense of foreboding in his heart, Punk sharply turned to look behind him.

Amid the dispersing dust, on a distant mountain peak half-collapsed from the missed Dragon Breath, the massive figure of the black dragon once again emerged—using the energy tides spilling from the mountain struck by the Dragon Breath, Ovakain, nearly drained of mana, had successfully concealed himself from Punk’s perception!

“Legendary Equipment – Legendary Conjuration Spell – Blink!” Ovakain, you never cease to ‘surprise’ me”!

Gazing at the dull, lifeless gem on Ovakain’s neck, Punk’s tone turned grim.

Blink—this was a genuine Legendary-level spell. Only a Legendary-tier spell like this could allow the enormous black dragon to instantly escape, disregarding all spatial turbulence and energy tides.

Instantly recognizing the reason for Ovakain’s escape, Punk’s eyes toward the black dragon filled with boundless coldness and killing intent. Although he knew the black dragon likely possessed a piece of Legendary Equipment, when he saw Ovakain unable to evade the “Reflected Dragon Breath,” Punk had assumed the creature’s Legendary Equipment lacked defensive capabilities. But now, it seemed that assumption was undoubtedly wrong. It appeared Ovakain’s Legendary Equipment required some preparation time to activate. The reason it wasn’t used initially to defend against the “Reflected Dragon Breath” wasn’t because it couldn’t, but simply because the retaliated Dragon Breath was too sudden—Ovakain hadn’t had time to activate his trump card.However… when faced with Jiaoni’s final desperate Charge, this black dragon who had already intended to retreat had long prepared to activate his “trump card.”

Gazing from afar at the severely injured black dragon, neither Ben Lajie nor Punk spoke.

At this moment, Ovakain still bore the wounds from being struck by the Reflected Dragon Breath, making it appear as if Jiaoni’s self-detonation attack hadn’t touched him in the slightest.

But compared to Punk, who had exhausted his mana, Ovakain’s condition remained dire because… this black dragon’s corrosive Dragon Breath was simply too powerful.

The terrifying acidic Dragon Breath not only inflicted massive damage upon impact, but afterward, the magically enhanced acid capable of corroding space itself would cling to the target’s body, continuously consuming flesh and blood. If not treated promptly, the wounds caused by this magical acid would only worsen. For instance, within the massive gashes on Ovakain’s body, one could clearly see clumps of ink-green venom almost transforming into countless worm-like entities gnawing at the black dragon’s tissues.

Yet even witnessing the black dragon’s pitiful state—rendered incapable of continuing the fight—Punk felt no relief in his heart because… moments earlier, that Soul Mark Ovakain had landed on him signaled the arrival of immense trouble.

As expected, after staring at the shattered Battlefield for a long while, Ovakain—completely indifferent to his horrific wounds—spoke in a low tone saturated with desolation and hatred.———————————————————

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