Chapter 756 - 4th level of Master Rank
Karl stared at him for a moment, eyes gleaming with both suspicion and reluctant acceptance, and then gave a short nod accompanied by a weary shrug. "Alright," he transmitted, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. He raised both arms, fingers splayed wide, and his body became engulfed in surging black flames so dense they looked like molten tar.
Whoosh!
An immense wave of black fire erupted outward from Karl, flowing into the ground like liquid night. Within moments, it spread in every direction, rippling through the battered terrain, weaving around rocks, corpses, and warriors alike.
It slithered beneath the feet of every combatant—human and monster—until the entire expanse of the Second Circle battlefield was blanketed in a rolling, writhing ocean of jet-black flame.
It did not burn. Instead, it glided over the ground like living shadow, cold and silent, casting a dark pallor across the scarred plain. The blood-drenched ground was transformed into a midnight canvas, the flickering black lotus patterns pulsating gently as if alive.
From high above, it looked as though a titanic pool of ink had been poured over the battlefield, smothering the chaos beneath a moving, shimmering veil.
Warriors glanced at the black flames swirling around their boots with confusion and unease, but none could spare the attention to investigate amid the relentless life-or-death clashes.
Max’s eyes narrowed, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly as a flash of sly triumph flickered through his gaze. ’Perfect.’ Even as Karl maintained the vast sea of black flames, Max subtly began channeling his own black flames, releasing it in fine tendrils that spread invisibly among Karl’s flames.
His black flames intertwined seamlessly with Karl’s, merging like two rivers of dark oil until it was impossible to distinguish where one ended and the other began.