CHAPTER 446: CHAPTER 446: FIX!

Rumble~

The sword’s blade resisted the burning of the sun, and Zhu Haomiao retreated while flying. Along the way, all the buildings melted like candles, leaving a highway tens of meters wide, filled with bright red magma.

On the outskirts of the battlefield, watching the two monstrous beings in their unpredictable battle, a group of native magicians stood with their mouths agape, their minds blank.

In ancient times, this would be magic at a city level!

Yet one of them cast it instantly without any chants or the use of any items, directly and silently!

The other even more exaggeratedly took it head-on, just like that!

This is city-level magic!

Gazing at the smoke-covered figure at the end of the magma road, and noticing the eight sinister giant serpents swaying behind him, the group of native magicians couldn’t help but swallow hard.

"What on earth is that?"

"And the other one doesn’t look human either...a figure with an eagle’s head, a long slender body, holding a scepter, isn’t that the image of a god from Ancient Egypt?"

As learned magicians, they had dabbled in the mystic studies of various countries and immediately recognized that iconic image.

However, before they could fully comprehend, the smoke-emitting youth in black vanished abruptly from their sight.

Swoosh~

"Untouchable!"

Standing in the void, Amon spat out the four words lightly. The surrounding space-time suddenly rippled with blurry waves. The blade wrapped in glazed glass sword gang swept through, merely cutting open a writhing distorted ripple.

The feedback from the blade felt ethereal and powerless. Zhu Haomiao’s eyes reacted, and a mysterious spirit light visible to the naked eye blossomed between his brows.

The ethereal spirit light materialized into the vague transparent outline of a treasured mirror, reflecting the eagle-headed figure of Amon.

"Kunlun Mirror?!"

Seeing the complex and ornate phantom of the mirror, Amon displayed a moment of emotional lapse for the first time, but quickly reverted to a composed and cold demeanor.

In the next instant, the space-time that was originally invisible in Zhu Haomiao’s eyes revealed its true form. Following the twisted altered gaps, the sharp sword edge sliced through the defenses like a swimming fish, directly aiming at Amon’s true body.

"Let’s end it here today."

With a light hit of the scepter in his hand, a circle of watery golden ripples spread from the tip in the void. A luxurious and slender small boat emerged from under Amon’s feet, ready to submerge into the void with him.

"Did I give you permission to leave?!!"

Seeing the duck in his mouth about to fly away, Zhu Haomiao’s eyes reddened with urgency, instinctively raising a hand in a futile grasp,

Deep within the ocean of consciousness, an ancient and vast Door crashed open, and within the boundless chaotic ocean, a spirited Star suddenly burst forth, projecting a point of starlight.

"Kunlun Mirror! Fix!"

The phantom of the treasured mirror at the center of his brow instantly solidified, and the mirror’s light shone over a hundred-meter radius, freezing everything in time and space within.

The void channel in front of the luxurious little boat trembled violently and slowly closed. On the boat, Amon turned his head slowly and stiffly, like an insect sealed in amber, his dignified and sharp eagle eyes staring fiercely at Zhu Haomiao.

"Die!"

Yet, in Zhu Haomiao’s eyes, Amon saw no reverence, only an uncontrollable hunger, greed, and an endless twisted evil desire.

Seeing Zhu Haomiao merge with his sword, laughing wildly as he lunged forward, the Eight-sided Han Sword in his hand pierced through Amon’s heart.

Then, the eight snake heads opened their mouths wide, viciously gnawing at his body. The unparalleled intense pain engulfed his soul, and Amon only left behind a faint whisper.

"Truly an evil dragon beast..."

Screech~

The eight snake heads thrashed menacingly, and in an instant, Amon was torn into eight pieces. Scorching pale golden blood sprayed on Zhu Haomiao, as if a parched traveler in the desert was drenched in sweet rain, causing Zhu Haomiao to raise his head and howl with excitement.

"Roar!"

A roar akin to a giant carnivore’s echoed for dozens of miles around, even the invisible barrier rippled, faintly revealing its outline.

The eight snake heads, dragon-like, happily chewed and swallowed, and with a wriggle of their necks, Amon’s remains were swallowed into their bellies.

The blood that had stained the Black Dragon Suit was absorbed in an instant, as if a sponge soaking up water.

The youth in black, originally covered in blood, quickly returned to his normal appearance, but the cruel and hideous aura around him grew even more intense, surging like a tsunami, filling every inch of space within the barrier.

"What happened?!!"

A sudden anxious inquiry echoed, causing the about-to-suffocate native magicians to tremble, the oppressive invisible divine power dissipating abruptly, leaving them collapsed on the ground, gasping for air.

"Senior...you finally came..."

Seeing the team of high-rank Grand Mages arriving in support, these frontline grassroots cadres were so moved they almost burst into tears.

If you had arrived just a few minutes later, we might not have survived this...

If that thing finishes the enemy, it will probably consume us next...

Following their gaze, the arriving high-rank Grand Mages saw the ever-expanding, hideously writhing eight-headed monstrosity and sensed the terrifying urge to devour. Their faces turned grim as they furrowed their brows.

"What on earth is that?!"

Yet, when faced with the elders’ inquiries, the younger ones on site also wore expressions of grief and indignation.

"We have no idea either!"

However, just then, a cold whisper sounded in everyone’s ears.

"That is Orochi!"

Turning around, they saw the elegant and stunningly beautiful girl, and the high-rank Grand Mages trembled, hastily bowing respectfully.

"Lord Amaterasu."

Paying no attention to the natives’ awe, Amaterasu walked to the front, gazing at the savagely growing Dharma Form phantom, recalling unpleasant memories, her delicate brows knitting little by little.

"He’s crazier than before..."

Hearing the girl’s murmuring, the Grand Mages exchanged glances, and the leading one bravely asked.

"Do you know him?"

"You said earlier, he’s Orochi?"

"Is he one of our nation’s Heroic Spirits? Uh...an evil one?"

Upon hearing this, Amaterasu shook her head faintly.

"No, that’s a monster of the Chinese Family. The so-called Orochi is just one of his many Dharma Forms."

Seeing the confusion in the native magicians’ eyes, Amaterasu shook her head helplessly.

"The cause and effect are very complex here. You don’t need to worry, just know that this guy is very dangerous."

Hearing this, the leading magician became anxious.

Such a dangerous being had descended into reality, fortunately, this time the barrier was deployed quickly, avoiding major damage.

But what about next time?

Who can guarantee that such a monstrosity won’t suddenly go mad and wreak havoc in the city?

"Can you eliminate him?"

Upon hearing this, Amaterasu seemed to smile mockingly or self-deprecatingly.

"Eliminate him?"

"He’s a dragon’s offspring, a god-devouring monster. Even I can only contain him at best."