Arcane Journey

In the dim huge cave, the fluorescent moss on the rock wall peeled off in the violent tremors, as if even this underground city that had stood in the underworld for thousands of years could not withstand the impending destructive force.

The wings of the Balor Demon King spread out, like a burning mountain covering the remaining dome above its head. Every time it swung its giant blade, it was accompanied by a thunderous explosion and a roar of fire, tearing through the air and turning the entire cave into purgatory.

The evil energy gushed out from its body like a black tide from the bottomless abyss, carrying with it the will of chaos and destruction, and was about to devour all order here.

All I saw was the blazing fire element swirling and roaring in the air, like countless red dragons circling and dancing, releasing high temperatures that were high enough to melt gold and burn rocks.

These two forces blended and expanded under the blessing of the divine-like light, and finally turned into a terrifying storm that eclipsed the heavens and the earth, sweeping across the entire underground world.

Ancient Orens, the underground city that carried the glory of the drow elves for thousands of years, was trembling under this pressure. The stone pillars cracked, the dome dropped debris, and the floor tiles crumbled into powder. The whole city seemed to be grasped by an invisible giant hand and shook continuously.

The air was filled with the suffocating smell of sulfur and scorched earth.

The originally orderly streets were now in chaos.

The drow elves looked horrified, and their usual cold and noble expressions were completely replaced by fear.

They fled in panic, pushing each other, and some even fell into deep trenches and cracks in the panic, screaming miserably.

The once proud city has now become a death trap. Every corner hides unknown dangers, and every step seems to be escaping from the judgment of fate.

At the same time, Brian's projection was suspended in the air, and the illusory figure was swaying like an afterimage torn by a storm.

He originally just wanted to watch the battle between the Demon Lord and the Spider Queen from afar, but he never expected that the aura released by the Balor Demon King would be so terrifying.

This is a feeling of oppression that comes from the deepest part of the abyss. The entire space is shaking, and even the flow of time is distorted by the scorching pressure.

From this we can see that even after being sealed in the Doomsday Volcano for thousands of years, the power of the Balor Demon King has not been lost much. Not only that, but it has also allowed it to master a purer power of fire control.

In the face of this force, Brian's phantom was like a young tree in a strong wind, with its branches and leaves flying and its roots shaking. It could be uprooted and completely destroyed at any time.

If it weren't for the arcane energy in his body that was as abundant as a rushing river, coupled with the arcane fire burning in his palm, which contained a ray of cursed fire power comparable to the light of divinity, he would probably have already fallen from being a spectator to being "the unlucky guy hit by the melon".

Even so, Brian's expression was not relaxed.

His brows were furrowed, and his eyes showed a hint of solemnity and vigilance.

This is not simple fear, but the instinctive awe and assessment of a legendary spellcaster when facing the powerful force generated by the realm of the gods.

While maintaining the stability of the projection, he silently calculated the limits of what he could endure, secretly thanking himself for not rashly stepping into the battlefield.

After Brian completely stabilized his condition, he had the energy to continue observing the battle ahead. Along with the fierce attack of the Balor Flame Demon King, the mark released by Mistress Elisabetta flashed with a dark and silver light, like a chain of fate woven by thousands of spider webs, and went straight to meet it, apparently trying to pull the demon king from the abyss back into the cage.

But at the moment when the Storm Sword of the Balor Fire Demon King came into contact with the mark of the Spider Queen Rose, the entire underground space suddenly erupted with a deafening tearing sound, as if reality itself was split open by this blow.

The air was filled with the smell of sulfur and scorched earth, and flames and storms intertwined into a vortex, stirring the surrounding space into chaos.

The figure of the Balor Fire Demon King became more and more hideous and majestic in the firelight, making people dare not look directly at him.

It never expected that before the giant sword could hit the real target, the magic mark that sensed the enemy's breath had already exploded automatically.

The extremely powerful force was then released, and poured unreservedly onto the demon lord who had invaded the attack range.

In an instant, whether it was the mark of the Spider Queen Rose or the energy poured out by the Balor Flame Demon King, all gathered together and swept towards the Balor Flame Demon King with great momentum.

Just when this terrifying energy was about to wash over the Balor Demon King, it seemed that the magic mark of Rose, the Spider Queen hidden in the center of the energy, took effect.

With a slight "pop" sound, the magic mark exploded and turned into countless fine purple-blue energy threads like a web, flying through the air like spider silk, quickly wrapping around the huge and eye-catching body of the Demon King.

Those energy threads look thin, but are actually very tough. Once they come into contact with something, they cling to it like living things, causing lightning to flash and thunder to roar.

The purple-blue electric current moved like a poisonous snake, leaving burn marks on the demon's skin. The intense pain made it let out a deafening roar.

What's even more terrifying is that these energy threads intertwined with each other and tightened rapidly, like a cage woven from thousands of spider webs, firmly binding the Fire Demon King who should have been invincible on the battlefield.

Its limbs were tied tightly, its wings were suppressed, and even the giant sword that symbolized supreme authority was strangled and could not be swung at all.

At this moment, the demon lord who had trampled countless countries and burned down thousands of temples was struggling in the spider-like energy chains, and for the first time, a trace of anger and suspicion appeared in his eyes.

It seemed to finally realize that the enemy before it was far more difficult than it had imagined.

The moment he realized that he was completely trapped, the originally furious face of the Balor Fire Demon King suddenly calmed down, as if lava had suddenly solidified, leaving only a pair of eyes burning with dark red flames, flashing dangerous and cruel light in the darkness.

It stopped struggling and allowed the spider-silk-like divine chains to entangle it layer by layer and bind it in mid-air. The corners of its mouth slowly lifted up, outlining a twisted and hideous smile, like a crack in the abyss, revealing endless malice and sarcasm.

“Rose…” Its voice was low and hoarse, yet it carried a kind of coldness that came from the depths of hell. “You look so disappointing. It seems that your divinity is no longer as good as before. However…”

It paused, the flames in its eyes suddenly jumped, like a beast that smelled the blood of its prey, "Compared to your current weak appearance, the taste of failure in ascending to a powerful divine power is probably what really makes you want to die, right? The pain of tearing your soul and burning your divinity is more terrible than dying a thousand times?" (End of this chapter)