In the sky, Garon looked at the crazily laughing lich, his face filled with covetous greed, and frowned deeply.
The power of time continuously flowed into the river of time like fine threads, calling upon his future self with the Reverse Flow of the Time Dragon, but those detestable future Garons never truly responded to him. Yet, Garon clearly felt that the Reverse Flow had already made contact with its target.
Below, Harlis's laughter gradually subsided, straightening his face to its usual sinister and ruthless expression.
Because he had absorbed too many souls in a short period of time, his sanity had become slightly muddled.
Harlis was aware of this, but it was unavoidable.
The souls of hundreds of thousands, carrying the memories, personalities, and life experiences of hundreds of thousands, merged into his body, gradually constructing his immortal body, making him stronger as he absorbed more souls. However, the multitude of different souls also influenced him to some extent.
But it was worth it.
For true eternity.
Looking up at the super-large time dragonling, Harlis's gaze was grim.
"Just now, you wanted to approach me, using the time dragon's spell-like abilities to truly stop time, right?"
"Hehe, you almost succeeded."
Garon's expression worsened as Harlis spoke his mind.
He mastered five types of time-related abilities.
Two types of dragon breath with different effects, time manipulation's acceleration and deceleration spells, and the most powerful, time stop. But these methods seemed unable to help him now.
His mastery of magic was incomparable to that of legendary spellcasters.
As Harlis spoke, the deathly aura swirling around him flashed.
Whoosh! A massive surge of despair, death, and fear energies, and other negative energies swirled like a tide, turning into thick black smoke, covering hundreds of meters around Harlis, making it impossible to see anything inside.
Life essence and souls continued to converge around Harlis.
The aura inside rapidly strengthened, unsettling the observer.
Necromancy Spell, Seventh Circle: Corrosive Black Fog.
Garon was blocked by the black fog, losing sight of the legendary lich, his mind suddenly tensed, not daring to relax in the slightest.
Within the Corrosive Black Fog, Harlis licked his lips, the flesh and blood lips opening and closing, uttering clear, profound syllables.
Simply uttering its name could cast the enchantment school's command spell, used again without reservation, this time a ninth circle command of death.
This spell, the moment the word "death" is spoken, regardless of whether the target hears it, if there are no countermeasures, it will hit.
Countering a ninth circle spell. Garon's mastery of magic was far from reaching this level.
"Command."
Garon's expression changed as he heard this word.
Now, Harlis using a command spell was not for defense, but for offense.
Hiss. Garon thought of the instantaneous death of a ninth circle archmage.
Without a second word, he activated his highest acceleration, turning into a straight silver line shooting into the sky, fleeing from the legendary lich at the fastest speed of his life, continuously changing his trajectory, moving in S or L patterns.
In Garon's mind, the power of spells weakened with distance, and high-speed movement also made it difficult for the opponent's mental lock, a good method without countermeasures.
If a ninth circle archmage cast this spell, Garon might have avoided it this way.
But he faced a spellcaster legendary decades ago.
A feeling of being firmly locked persisted.
Even flying far from Harlis, those four syllables eventually echoed in Garon's ears like the whisper of death, completely forming beside him.
Garon used time stop, but it did not prevent the spell's effect.
Command·Death!
This ninth circle necromancy spell lacked the earth-shattering presence of a meteor burst, but its completely internalized lethality and power were even more chilling.
Boom! Flying at high speed, Garon, turning his body, was struck as if by lightning, his movements abruptly stopping.
In that moment, Garon felt intense pain, both from his soul and body.
As if pierced by an invisible, indestructible spear, ignoring his hard dragon scales, directly piercing his body and soul.
He was like a person who had fallen into an acid pool, experiencing unbearable pain, struggling in the endless abyss of death.
Garon let out an uncontrollable groan of pain.
"Pain, such pain."
With intense pain throughout his body, his brain couldn't think effectively, unable to control flight, falling to the ground like a bird with broken wings.
Blood flowed into rivers, the ground filled with bones and undead creatures got closer.
As he neared the ground, Garon barely mustered some spirit, flapped his dragon wings to ease the landing impact.
Crash! The silver dragon fell from the sky, heavily crashing to the ground.
In a surge of shockwaves and dust, undead creatures within tens of meters were blown away, and the blood-soaked ground formed a crater surrounded by cracks.
"If you grow for some more time, I would definitely take a detour when meeting you."
"But a dragonling, perhaps just entering legend, compared to me... Hehe, what a wonderful day."
Harlis looked towards where Garon fell, smiling sinisterly.
With a raise of his hand, a ghastly green beam shot towards the not-yet-dispersed dust.
Ninth Circle Necromancy Spell·Soul Bind! Whoosh! A strong wind blew.
The dragon's muscular wing swept the dust away, simultaneously moving sideways, narrowly avoiding the ghastly green beam.
Harlis was slightly stunned.
A kilometer away, amidst a dense crowd of undead, the silver dragon's scales turned dull and cracked, revealing a weakened life force, even the once vibrant platinum dragon eyes lost their luster, spirit drooping.
Some undead creatures rushed towards the silver dragon, flung away by its wings.
"Not dead?"
"Such strong vitality, worthy of a time dragon, to withstand a Command of Death as a dragonling and not die."
Harlis showed a look of surprise.
For ninety-nine percent of creatures, Command of Death was a one-hit kill.
If the target had extremely strong vitality, Command of Death could only erode a large amount of vitality, unable to cause instant death.
But such vitality was rare among creatures.
On the other hand, Garon, though not dead as Harlis wished, was in a terrible state.
His body was unprecedentedly weak, his vision blurred, like a severely ill person, lacking strength.
But Garon's face showed a relaxed expression for a simple reason.
The Reverse Flow of the Time Dragon finally received a tangible response.
In Garon's vision, the river of time that spanned the heavens and earth appeared in the sky as a vortex, the normally calm flow of time now turbulent, spinning rapidly, the vortex growing larger, a hint of silver-gray visible within.
A powerful future Garon was coming up against the current in the river of time.
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In the sky, Garon looked at the crazily laughing lich, his face filled with covetous greed, and frowned deeply.
The power of time continuously flowed into the river of time like fine threads, calling upon his future self with the Reverse Flow of the Time Dragon, but those detestable future Garons never truly responded to him. Yet, Garon clearly felt that the Reverse Flow had already made contact with its target.
Below, Harlis's laughter gradually subsided, straightening his face to its usual sinister and ruthless expression.
Because he had absorbed too many souls in a short period of time, his sanity had become slightly muddled.
Harlis was aware of this, but it was unavoidable.
The souls of hundreds of thousands, carrying the memories, personalities, and life experiences of hundreds of thousands, merged into his body, gradually constructing his immortal body, making him stronger as he absorbed more souls. However, the multitude of different souls also influenced him to some extent.
But it was worth it.
For true eternity.
Looking up at the super-large time dragonling, Harlis's gaze was grim.
"Just now, you wanted to approach me, using the time dragon's spell-like abilities to truly stop time, right?"
"Hehe, you almost succeeded."
Garon's expression worsened as Harlis spoke his mind.
He mastered five types of time-related abilities.
Two types of dragon breath with different effects, time manipulation's acceleration and deceleration spells, and the most powerful, time stop. But these methods seemed unable to help him now.
His mastery of magic was incomparable to that of legendary spellcasters.
As Harlis spoke, the deathly aura swirling around him flashed.
Whoosh! A massive surge of despair, death, and fear energies, and other negative energies swirled like a tide, turning into thick black smoke, covering hundreds of meters around Harlis, making it impossible to see anything inside.
Life essence and souls continued to converge around Harlis.
The aura inside rapidly strengthened, unsettling the observer.
Necromancy Spell, Seventh Circle: Corrosive Black Fog.
Garon was blocked by the black fog, losing sight of the legendary lich, his mind suddenly tensed, not daring to relax in the slightest.
Within the Corrosive Black Fog, Harlis licked his lips, the flesh and blood lips opening and closing, uttering clear, profound syllables.
Simply uttering its name could cast the enchantment school's command spell, used again without reservation, this time a ninth circle command of death.
This spell, the moment the word "death" is spoken, regardless of whether the target hears it, if there are no countermeasures, it will hit.
Countering a ninth circle spell. Garon's mastery of magic was far from reaching this level.
"Command."
Garon's expression changed as he heard this word.
Now, Harlis using a command spell was not for defense, but for offense.
Hiss. Garon thought of the instantaneous death of a ninth circle archmage.
Without a second word, he activated his highest acceleration, turning into a straight silver line shooting into the sky, fleeing from the legendary lich at the fastest speed of his life, continuously changing his trajectory, moving in S or L patterns.
In Garon's mind, the power of spells weakened with distance, and high-speed movement also made it difficult for the opponent's mental lock, a good method without countermeasures.
If a ninth circle archmage cast this spell, Garon might have avoided it this way.
But he faced a spellcaster legendary decades ago.
A feeling of being firmly locked persisted.
Even flying far from Harlis, those four syllables eventually echoed in Garon's ears like the whisper of death, completely forming beside him.
Garon used time stop, but it did not prevent the spell's effect.
Command·Death!
This ninth circle necromancy spell lacked the earth-shattering presence of a meteor burst, but its completely internalized lethality and power were even more chilling.
Boom! Flying at high speed, Garon, turning his body, was struck as if by lightning, his movements abruptly stopping.
In that moment, Garon felt intense pain, both from his soul and body.
As if pierced by an invisible, indestructible spear, ignoring his hard dragon scales, directly piercing his body and soul.
He was like a person who had fallen into an acid pool, experiencing unbearable pain, struggling in the endless abyss of death.
Garon let out an uncontrollable groan of pain.
"Pain, such pain."
With intense pain throughout his body, his brain couldn't think effectively, unable to control flight, falling to the ground like a bird with broken wings.
Blood flowed into rivers, the ground filled with bones and undead creatures got closer.
As he neared the ground, Garon barely mustered some spirit, flapped his dragon wings to ease the landing impact.
Crash! The silver dragon fell from the sky, heavily crashing to the ground.
In a surge of shockwaves and dust, undead creatures within tens of meters were blown away, and the blood-soaked ground formed a crater surrounded by cracks.
"If you grow for some more time, I would definitely take a detour when meeting you."
"But a dragonling, perhaps just entering legend, compared to me... Hehe, what a wonderful day."
Harlis looked towards where Garon fell, smiling sinisterly.
With a raise of his hand, a ghastly green beam shot towards the not-yet-dispersed dust.
Ninth Circle Necromancy Spell·Soul Bind! Whoosh! A strong wind blew.
The dragon's muscular wing swept the dust away, simultaneously moving sideways, narrowly avoiding the ghastly green beam.
Harlis was slightly stunned.
A kilometer away, amidst a dense crowd of undead, the silver dragon's scales turned dull and cracked, revealing a weakened life force, even the once vibrant platinum dragon eyes lost their luster, spirit drooping.
Some undead creatures rushed towards the silver dragon, flung away by its wings.
"Not dead?"
"Such strong vitality, worthy of a time dragon, to withstand a Command of Death as a dragonling and not die."
Harlis showed a look of surprise.
For ninety-nine percent of creatures, Command of Death was a one-hit kill.
If the target had extremely strong vitality, Command of Death could only erode a large amount of vitality, unable to cause instant death.
But such vitality was rare among creatures.
On the other hand, Garon, though not dead as Harlis wished, was in a terrible state.
His body was unprecedentedly weak, his vision blurred, like a severely ill person, lacking strength.
But Garon's face showed a relaxed expression for a simple reason.
The Reverse Flow of the Time Dragon finally received a tangible response.
In Garon's vision, the river of time that spanned the heavens and earth appeared in the sky as a vortex, the normally calm flow of time now turbulent, spinning rapidly, the vortex growing larger, a hint of silver-gray visible within.
A powerful future Garon was coming up against the current in the river of time.
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