Wizard: Starting from the Skill Tree

Chapter 857: Chapter 771: Revealing Oneself

The dragon’s body writhed among the clouds, its golden scales refracting a blinding light under the gray-white sky.

The vines entwined around its right wing snapped one by one, the broken vines falling from the sky like dead snakes, gouging deep trenches into the ground.

But more vines surged from the space behind Vera, layer upon layer, trapping it like a spider’s web.

Audric halted all movements, hovering mid-air, as golden light exploded from within him like a sun plummeting to the ground.

The vines coiled around him began to wither in the light, not scorched but deprived of life force by some higher power.

The leaves curled, the vines shriveled, turning from green to withered yellow, from withered yellow to gray-white, and finally disintegrating into powder, scattered by the wind.

Vera’s face changed dramatically, the speed of the vines surging from the space behind her noticeably slowed, the newly born vines forced back by the golden light before they could reach the dragon.

The dragon raised its right claw, now more than twice its previous size, the claw tips sharp as knives, each bone joint gleaming.

It slapped towards the ground, not targeting any person, but towards the thorns covering half the battlefield.

Boom——!!

The entire battlefield trembled.

The ground was imprinted with a massive claw mark, several feet deep, with the soil at the edges melted into glass.

All the thorns within the claw mark’s range shattered, bursting into countless fragments flying in all directions.

Vera let out a muffled groan, a trace of blood oozing from the corner of her mouth.

The thorns were closely connected to her spiritual power, and as they were destroyed, her spiritual sea also suffered an equivalent impact.

But she did not retreat, more thorns surged from behind her, filling the gaps left by the destruction.

The dragon’s left claw simultaneously rose, reaching for Leon’s Holy Silver illusion.

With incredible speed, the claw moved faster than the illusion could dodge, the dragon’s claw so large it filled all possible escape routes.

The illusion was caught in the dragon’s claw, like a toy clutched in a child’s hand.

Leon, inside the illusion, was pale, his entire skeleton emitting creaking sounds.

He struggled desperately, the Holy Silver Fighting Spirit burning fiercely on the surface of the illusion, silver-white light colliding with golden dragon scales, bursting into rings of blinding halos.

But he could not break free.

The Golden Dragon’s strength was too great, rendering his Holy Silver Battle Body as fragile as paper.

The dragon claw slowly tightened, with cracks multiplying on the surface of the illusion, from hair-thin to finger-thick, from finger-thick to arm-thick.

Leon knelt inside the illusion, bleeding from all seven orifices, yet he continued to struggle, burning his last bit of fighting spirit.

The dragon lowered its head, dragon eyes ablaze with golden flames, staring at the illusion in its grasp.

Its mouth opened, a deep red light glowing in its throat, signifying the gathering of dragon breath.

Leon’s pupils contracted to the extreme, wanting to escape, but the dragon claw held him tightly, unable to move.

The dark red light surged from the dragon’s mouth, transforming into a thick golden pillar of flame, blasting at the chest of the illusion from close range.

The illusion shattered like glass struck by a heavy hammer, with cracks spreading frantically from the chest outward, eventually exploding into innumerable silver-white light points, dissipating into the air.

Leon’s body fell from the sky, covered in blood, his armor mostly shattered, revealing the charred skin beneath.

His eyes closed, his breath weak as a candle flickering in the wind.

Golden light rose from his body; Leon was eliminated.

The light engulfed him, and his figure disappeared from the Ancient Battlefield.

The dragon retracted its claw, letting out a deafening roar to the sky, the entire battlefield shaking under its roar.

Audric’s dragon eyes scanned the ground, sparing a momentary glance at Vera, then moved onto Adrian at the edge of the battlefield.

Vera was the toughest to deal with, her means and foundation clearly surpassing that of the others.

So first, deal with the relatively easier one.

The dragon’s wings flapped, its massive form rolling in the air, pouncing towards Adrian.

Adrian sensed that murderous intent.

His body stiffened for a moment as the dragon eyes locked onto him, then he gritted his teeth, hands closing around the dying Water-Fire Elemental Spirit in his palms.

He closed his eyes, lips moving, uttering several ancient syllables.

These syllables weren’t in the common language of the Wizard Plane, but in a more ancient and obscure tongue.

It was a Secret Technique Adrian had stumbled upon by accident, a forbidden technique for temporary fusion with elemental spirits.

The cost was significant, but there was no choice at this moment.

The Water-Fire Elemental Spirit’s body began to glow, the red-blue light regaining brightness from its dim state, becoming blinding.

Its form gradually blurred, transforming into countless tiny points of light, seeping into Adrian’s skin through his palms.

Those points of light traversed his body like countless small rivers, converging at his heart, then spreading to his limbs and bones.

Adrian’s body began to change.

Red and blue intertwined light emanated from under his skin, like magma and seawater flowing through him.

Adrian’s hair shifted from brown to bright red, the tips casting a cold sea-blue glow.

His eyes turned into vertical slits, one fiery red, the other sea blue, both focusing on the dragon in the sky.

His body turned semi-transparent, vaguely revealing the slow rotation of red and blue energy within, like a precise piece of alchemy instruments.