A fantastical journey across the heavens, beginning with the Witcher.

The black army surged like a tide, crashing down upon the white shield formation of the Sintra defenders.

The two armies fought fiercely, with scalding blood splattering everywhere, staining the ground below the city gate red in the blink of an eye.

On the other side, Li De continued to steadily approach the location of the black-robed sorcerer, with corpses piling up beneath his feet and blood flowing in thin streams.

With each step he took, several black-clad soldiers who blocked his path fell to the ground under his longsword and magic seals. The number of corpses behind him increased, almost forming a bloody path.

"Ald!"

A pale blue shockwave exploded, sending several black-clad soldiers in the front row flying backwards like kites with broken strings, crashing down on their comrades behind them.

Immediately afterwards, flames surged in his palm, and the blazing fire waves of the Igni sign swept across, scorching the enemy soldiers who screamed and fled, clearing a path for Li De.

He stepped on the still-burning flames, his figure nimbly leaping over the corpses scattered on the ground.

After overcoming numerous obstacles, they finally arrived before the black-robed sorcerer.

"snort."

The warlock, his face ashen from repeated failures, remained calm and merely snorted coldly at the demon hunter charging straight at him.

"Piasek! Wiatr burzowy!" (Sand! Storm!)

The moment the incantation ended, the ground beneath Li De's feet suddenly collapsed, turning the solid soil into soft sand.

Li De, clad in heavy armor, sank his feet into the sand instantly, and was thrown forward by inertia.

Fortunately, the Witcher had a balance far beyond that of ordinary people. He braced himself with one hand and rolled forward, half of his forearm sinking into the fine sand. When he pulled it out, he grabbed a handful of sand and threw it straight at the sorcerer.

Then, they got up and charged!

Having already been ambushed once, the warlock was prepared.

Upon seeing this, he immediately raised his hand and waved it, and three thick sandstorm tornadoes formed out of thin air, spinning rapidly around his body.

The wind whipped up a sandstorm, obscuring the sky and the sun. The fine sand grains pelted the armor with a crackling sound, blinding everyone.

Li De shielded his face from the wind and sand with his left arm, and his heart sank.

With his vision blocked by sand and his hearing disturbed by the howling wind, he could only strike Alder in the direction he remembered.

The warlock's expression remained unchanged. He stepped back, his figure merging into the sandstorm tornado and disappearing from sight.

"Kula ognia!"

A faint incantation drifted in the wind, and Li De's pupils contracted as he suddenly rolled to the side.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two fireballs exploded one after the other where he had been standing.

The black-robed sorcerer emerged from another tornado behind him at some unknown time.

Having just unleashed a fireball, he raised his hand and cast another spell: "Ostrze w Piasku!"

From within the three sandstorm tornadoes, dozens of sharp blades composed of sand grains shot out in an instant.

Li De dodged repeatedly, but the sorcerer chanted incantations extremely quickly, unleashing spells like a machine gun. More and more sand blades appeared, and even when one attack missed, the sorcerer could turn in mid-air and relentlessly pursue him.

Li De countered with the Alder sign, scattering the sand blades chasing from behind. At the same time, he wielded his steel sword, precisely parrying the sharp blades in front of him, his movements perfectly composed.

Just then, the tornado swept away all the sand on the ground, revealing the soil underneath.

Seizing the opportunity, Li De planted his feet on the ground, leaving two deep footprints, and leaped up like a tiger leaping over a ravine, his body filled with killing intent, and pounced on the sorcerer.

"Odrzuć!" (Dismissed!)

As the necklace on the warlock's chest flashed, an invisible, violent force suddenly slammed into Li De's chest.

With no foothold, Li De was instantly thrown away by the immense force, flying straight out of the tornado's range.

He struggled to adjust his posture in mid-air, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a black-clad soldier rushing down below. He took advantage of the momentum, twisted his body, and plunged his steel sword into the soldier's neck. Using the force of the stabbing, he dissipated some of the momentum, flipped in mid-air, and landed steadily.

The Nilfgaardian Black Army around them had all retreated to the outer perimeter the moment the two began their deadly battle. Even when charging into the city, they tacitly avoided this battle zone, as if they were hiding from something dirty.

Witchers die instantly upon encountering him, not to mention warlocks, whose spells indiscriminately kill friend and foe. He killed his comrades who suffered the most gruesome deaths, and the soldiers dared not protest.

"Pooh!"

Li De spat out a mouthful of saliva mixed with sand and dust, then brushed the dust off his chest.

The sorcerer, standing in the center of the three tornadoes, had no intention of giving the demon hunter a chance to breathe. The remaining sand beneath his feet suddenly churned, and several sharp sand spikes burst from the ground, piercing the air with a whooshing sound, and fiercely thrust towards Li De's chest, abdomen, and limbs.

Li De didn't want to gamble on whether his armor or this thing was tougher, so he relied on his superb reaction speed as a witcher to dodge the attacks one after another with great difficulty.

The sand spikes grazed the armor, sending sparks flying.

Having just dodged the last sand spike, the warlock pressed his advantage, pushing horizontally with both arms. The sand dust condensed into a thick sand wall more than two people high, like a small mountain, and slammed down on Li De.

"This is never going to end!"

"Expro!"

Li De let out a low shout, raised his left hand horizontally, and unleashed a surge of magical power from his body.

A powerful attack capable of shattering a hammer is clearly not something a wall of sand can withstand.

The thick sand wall shattered inch by inch under the miniature explosion, turning into a rain of sand. Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, Li De used the smoke and dust to conceal his figure and fearlessly charged back into the battle.

"act recklessly."

Seeing this, the warlock sneered and raised his hand to control the three sandstorm tornadoes, changing their trajectory. One tornado enveloped him, while the other two dispersed and retreated to the sides.

There are thousands of spells in the world. It's not about knowing more spells that makes you powerful, but about who is more specialized and has a more systematic approach.

The Sandstorm Tornado controls the field and locks down enemies, while the Repulsion Spell creates a safe distance. The Tornado then allows for short-range teleportation, providing an opportunity for a surprise attack. It is a perfect combination of offense and defense.

He had even planned to emerge from another tornado in the next second, unleash a spell, and annihilate the bewildered witcher right before his eyes!

But this was the moment Li De had been waiting for.

He raised both hands at the same time, his palms glowing with intense red light. He unleashed two Igni seals, one on the left and one on the right, aiming at the two scattered tornadoes and pouring out all his magic power without reservation!

The raging flames were instantly engulfed by the rapidly spinning tornadoes. The originally dim, sandy-colored wind column transformed into a vortex of blazing flames in an instant. The three tornadoes were connected to each other, and the flames spread wildly with the wind, instantly forming a devastating fire storm.

The warlock's figure slowly emerged from the center of the tornado, but just as he was about to cast a spell, he was completely engulfed by the intense heat and flames that rushed towards him.

His expression changed drastically, and the automatic protective spell on his robes activated instantly, with a pale blue magical shield firmly protecting him.

This shield can block flames, but it cannot withstand extreme high temperatures.

The temperature of the Igni Flame was already terrifying, and with the help of the wind, the originally safe eye of the flame was turned into a sealed oven, which he himself crawled into!

In a short moment, the warlock's exposed cheeks, neck, and hands were burned bright red, and excruciating pain instantly swept over his entire body.