Garon merely glanced once before quickly refocusing his mind, shifting his gaze to concentrate on what lay ahead.
The combat power of the legendary lich was surprisingly strong, and he decided it was best to avoid its edge for now.
At the same time, within Garon's field of vision, he saw something like a thick black curtain, blocking the way forward.
Not only directly in front of him but in the sky, underground, and in all directions, everything was enveloped by this black curtain.
"This legendary spell's range is absurdly large."
Seeing the black curtain almost within reach, Garon decisively flapped his dragon wings, speeding ahead, his body drawing a straight silver line through the air, directly approaching the black curtain.
As the distance closed and his gaze could pierce through the thick curtain, faintly seeing the normal sky on the other side, Garon took a deep breath and crashed into it.
Whoosh! The enormous body of the silver dragon touched the unusual black curtain.
Then, something unexpected happened to Garon.
He felt no resistance.
The black curtain in front of him seemed to be an illusion, showing no intention of stopping Garon from leaving.
The dragon's horn touched the black curtain first, but it was like a stone entering water, easily penetrating without causing even a ripple.
Garon had no time to ponder.
Because of his high speed, in the blink of an eye, the silver dragon had entirely entered the black curtain.
However, the scene that followed made Garon's eyes widen in astonishment, and his mind tensed.
"Does this have a spatial transfer effect?"
He crashed into the black curtain, but instead of emerging into the normal sky, his vision was still filled with the realm of death and decay within the curtain.
Moreover, Garon's position had changed.
He was flying north, but his body emerged from the southernmost part of the black curtain, transported close to the legendary lich.
Garon was at a loss for words for a moment.
But he wasn't too surprised.
After all, it was a domain-type legendary spell. It would have been surprising if it was easy to leave.
Quickly, the black curtain flashed, and two red dragons, a black dragon, and a green dragon appeared beside Garon.
They too realized something was wrong, unease visible on their dragon faces.
Roar, with a low growl, the dragons unleashed their might, saying, "Evil and despicable creature, lift your spell and let us leave, or you will be turned to ash by our fiery dragon breath!"
Their dragon might swept across like a breeze, having no effect on the legendary lich.
Garon remained silent, his gaze lowered, looking down to see Harlis laughing mockingly.
Harlis looked up at the sky, watching the true dragons unable to leave, a mocking smile on his lips, the blue flames in his eyes flickering lightly.
"I told you, escaping from me, Harlis, with just a few of you newly adult true dragons?"
"Humph, even ancient dragons have died by my hand!"
Harlis sneered, his words filled with disdain for the true dragons.
Considering his current display of power, it was indeed possible he had achieved this.
This was no ordinary legendary lich.
The deathly and icy aura emanating from him made Garon's heart tremble.
"It seems there's no other way to leave this magical area but to kill him."
Garon thought to himself, his mind racing.
In terms of magic, he could only cast a fifth-level spell, Lava Fireball, at most. Compared to legendary spellcasters, he was like a child to a grand scholar, hardly worth mentioning.
With his understanding of magic, breaking the bonds of a legendary spell and leaving this area was like a pipe dream.
The source of the spell was Harlis; there was no way to break it apart from killing him.
But to kill such a legendary lich...
"The future me, don't just stand by."
Garon was anxious.
The legendary lich before him was the most powerful enemy he had encountered since birth.
Casually casting ninth-level spells, sealing the heavens and earth with legendary spells, he was undoubtedly a powerful being even among legends.
Moreover, whether it was necromancy or enchantment spells, at higher levels, they focus heavily on instant-death attacks.
A single hit, if not withstood, almost certainly meant death.
Garon did not want to risk fighting Harlis.
His gaze shifted, taking advantage of Harlis's focus mainly on the high-level casters and the remaining Golden Alliance forces, he unhesitatingly used Time Reversal.
"Lend a hand, please."
Threads of time power, containing Garon's urgent will, entered the river of time, flowing downstream, reaching a possible future, contacting the future adult Garon, even the ancient Garon.
But in the short term, Garon received no response.
Meanwhile, the temperamental chromatic dragons glanced at each other and, led by the two red dragons, dove down, opening their mouths to reveal crisscrossing dragon teeth.
"Ugly lich, die in the breath of the great and noble true dragons!"
Inside their mouths, different types of dragon breath stirred and brewed.
The red dragons' mouths contained rolling flames, the high temperature distorting the air around their heads.
The black dragon's breath was a corrosive liquid, while the green dragon's was a potent acidic gas.
But before the chromatic dragons could dive into the range of their breath attack, black semi-transparent tentacles extended from the shadow of the legendary lich, like giant pythons or dark whips. In a breath's time, they approached the bodies of the chromatic dragons.
Spell-like Ability: Paralyzing Touch.
This was a spell-like ability of the lich's body.
The effect of any spell-like ability can strengthen with the wielder's power.
Harlis's Paralyzing Touch, catching the chromatic dragons off-guard, reached them first, wrapping around their bodies like wrapping dumplings. Then, with a fierce contraction, it vanished under their scales, penetrating deep into their bodies.
At the same time, the previously fierce chromatic dragons stiffened.
The different dragon breaths brewing in their mouths extinguished simultaneously, their magical energy locked, ceasing to flow.
Their wings stopped flapping.
The dragons were not dead, but they were paralyzed and rigid, their eyes filled with terror, their bodies uncontrollably falling from the sky.
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!
The four chromatic dragons fell like dumplings, creating four deep pits in the ground and smashing some weak undead creatures.
"Overconfident."
"Once these humans are dealt with, you're next!"
Harlis licked his lips, a sinister look on his face.
In the realm of the dead, nearly all the ordinary soldiers of the Golden Alliance were dead, and the high-level casters, under attack from a large number of high-level undead, were also succumbing, their higher-quality souls and life essences further accelerating Harlis's transformation.
At this time, his body had returned to the appearance of an ordinary man in his eighties or nineties, still thin but not to the extent of a mummy, and continued to rejuvenate.
The once grotesque and skeletal lich's body gradually took on a more human appearance.
And his transformation wasn't just in appearance.
His aura climbed higher and higher, and none present, whether human or dragon, could interrupt this process.
From nearly eight hundred thousand people, including a large number of extraordinary warriors and casters, an endless stream of flesh essence and souls flowed into Harlis's body, becoming part of him.
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Garon merely glanced once before quickly refocusing his mind, shifting his gaze to concentrate on what lay ahead.
The combat power of the legendary lich was surprisingly strong, and he decided it was best to avoid its edge for now.
At the same time, within Garon's field of vision, he saw something like a thick black curtain, blocking the way forward.
Not only directly in front of him but in the sky, underground, and in all directions, everything was enveloped by this black curtain.
"This legendary spell's range is absurdly large."
Seeing the black curtain almost within reach, Garon decisively flapped his dragon wings, speeding ahead, his body drawing a straight silver line through the air, directly approaching the black curtain.
As the distance closed and his gaze could pierce through the thick curtain, faintly seeing the normal sky on the other side, Garon took a deep breath and crashed into it.
Whoosh! The enormous body of the silver dragon touched the unusual black curtain.
Then, something unexpected happened to Garon.
He felt no resistance.
The black curtain in front of him seemed to be an illusion, showing no intention of stopping Garon from leaving.
The dragon's horn touched the black curtain first, but it was like a stone entering water, easily penetrating without causing even a ripple.
Garon had no time to ponder.
Because of his high speed, in the blink of an eye, the silver dragon had entirely entered the black curtain.
However, the scene that followed made Garon's eyes widen in astonishment, and his mind tensed.
"Does this have a spatial transfer effect?"
He crashed into the black curtain, but instead of emerging into the normal sky, his vision was still filled with the realm of death and decay within the curtain.
Moreover, Garon's position had changed.
He was flying north, but his body emerged from the southernmost part of the black curtain, transported close to the legendary lich.
Garon was at a loss for words for a moment.
But he wasn't too surprised.
After all, it was a domain-type legendary spell. It would have been surprising if it was easy to leave.
Quickly, the black curtain flashed, and two red dragons, a black dragon, and a green dragon appeared beside Garon.
They too realized something was wrong, unease visible on their dragon faces.
Roar, with a low growl, the dragons unleashed their might, saying, "Evil and despicable creature, lift your spell and let us leave, or you will be turned to ash by our fiery dragon breath!"
Their dragon might swept across like a breeze, having no effect on the legendary lich.
Garon remained silent, his gaze lowered, looking down to see Harlis laughing mockingly.
Harlis looked up at the sky, watching the true dragons unable to leave, a mocking smile on his lips, the blue flames in his eyes flickering lightly.
"I told you, escaping from me, Harlis, with just a few of you newly adult true dragons?"
"Humph, even ancient dragons have died by my hand!"
Harlis sneered, his words filled with disdain for the true dragons.
Considering his current display of power, it was indeed possible he had achieved this.
This was no ordinary legendary lich.
The deathly and icy aura emanating from him made Garon's heart tremble.
"It seems there's no other way to leave this magical area but to kill him."
Garon thought to himself, his mind racing.
In terms of magic, he could only cast a fifth-level spell, Lava Fireball, at most. Compared to legendary spellcasters, he was like a child to a grand scholar, hardly worth mentioning.
With his understanding of magic, breaking the bonds of a legendary spell and leaving this area was like a pipe dream.
The source of the spell was Harlis; there was no way to break it apart from killing him.
But to kill such a legendary lich...
"The future me, don't just stand by."
Garon was anxious.
The legendary lich before him was the most powerful enemy he had encountered since birth.
Casually casting ninth-level spells, sealing the heavens and earth with legendary spells, he was undoubtedly a powerful being even among legends.
Moreover, whether it was necromancy or enchantment spells, at higher levels, they focus heavily on instant-death attacks.
A single hit, if not withstood, almost certainly meant death.
Garon did not want to risk fighting Harlis.
His gaze shifted, taking advantage of Harlis's focus mainly on the high-level casters and the remaining Golden Alliance forces, he unhesitatingly used Time Reversal.
"Lend a hand, please."
Threads of time power, containing Garon's urgent will, entered the river of time, flowing downstream, reaching a possible future, contacting the future adult Garon, even the ancient Garon.
But in the short term, Garon received no response.
Meanwhile, the temperamental chromatic dragons glanced at each other and, led by the two red dragons, dove down, opening their mouths to reveal crisscrossing dragon teeth.
"Ugly lich, die in the breath of the great and noble true dragons!"
Inside their mouths, different types of dragon breath stirred and brewed.
The red dragons' mouths contained rolling flames, the high temperature distorting the air around their heads.
The black dragon's breath was a corrosive liquid, while the green dragon's was a potent acidic gas.
But before the chromatic dragons could dive into the range of their breath attack, black semi-transparent tentacles extended from the shadow of the legendary lich, like giant pythons or dark whips. In a breath's time, they approached the bodies of the chromatic dragons.
Spell-like Ability: Paralyzing Touch.
This was a spell-like ability of the lich's body.
The effect of any spell-like ability can strengthen with the wielder's power.
Harlis's Paralyzing Touch, catching the chromatic dragons off-guard, reached them first, wrapping around their bodies like wrapping dumplings. Then, with a fierce contraction, it vanished under their scales, penetrating deep into their bodies.
At the same time, the previously fierce chromatic dragons stiffened.
The different dragon breaths brewing in their mouths extinguished simultaneously, their magical energy locked, ceasing to flow.
Their wings stopped flapping.
The dragons were not dead, but they were paralyzed and rigid, their eyes filled with terror, their bodies uncontrollably falling from the sky.
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!
The four chromatic dragons fell like dumplings, creating four deep pits in the ground and smashing some weak undead creatures.
"Overconfident."
"Once these humans are dealt with, you're next!"
Harlis licked his lips, a sinister look on his face.
In the realm of the dead, nearly all the ordinary soldiers of the Golden Alliance were dead, and the high-level casters, under attack from a large number of high-level undead, were also succumbing, their higher-quality souls and life essences further accelerating Harlis's transformation.
At this time, his body had returned to the appearance of an ordinary man in his eighties or nineties, still thin but not to the extent of a mummy, and continued to rejuvenate.
The once grotesque and skeletal lich's body gradually took on a more human appearance.
And his transformation wasn't just in appearance.
His aura climbed higher and higher, and none present, whether human or dragon, could interrupt this process.
From nearly eight hundred thousand people, including a large number of extraordinary warriors and casters, an endless stream of flesh essence and souls flowed into Harlis's body, becoming part of him.
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