The Vastness of Magical Destiny

Vladimir Koff’s Knight Spear transformed into a disk of light surrounded by black fog in an instant, the huge aura was originally very bright, but it became somewhat eerie and ghostly with the interweaving of the black fog. Guarding was never the knights’ strong suit, but today, they all had no choice but to temporarily take on the role of soldiers, their Dark Fighting Qi erupting wildly around them at this moment.

Enveloped by the black fog, Vladimir Koff was like a Black Warrior emerging from the Dark Abyss, a strong aura of darkness quietly seeping out from within his body. The tumultuous Dark Magic Power within him had reached its zenith. Although Dark Magic Power was not the highest expression of a knight’s energy, once it combined with the Dark Fighting Qi, even a Magic Instructor or a Holy Fighter would have to avoid its edge temporarily.

A deep command diffused faintly through the air at the last moment, and the Knight Spear finally burst forth. The giant disk exploded as it swept into the incoming Demon Scorpion Group, little sparks, carrying infinite devouring force, scattered about, and almost every Demon Scorpion upon being touched by the specks of light, immediately splashed their fluids, tumbling and falling to the side. However, this time Vladimir Koff’s target with his Knight Spear was obviously not this group of Demon Scorpions. At this moment, the tip of the spear instead retracted its light, condensing into a dim spot of luminosity, the layers of black fog making it almost impossible to see where the tip was pointing.

But the Komola Python hiding behind the Demon Scorpion Group almost immediately sensed danger, and its huge head burrowed under its own belly. Its immensely hard scale-covered tail swept across like a great tree tumbling down, carrying an unstoppable force and sending the surrounding Demon Scorpions flying. Vladimir Koff snorted coldly, and with a fierce shake of the Knight Spear, the light brightened again. It was a dark sheen piercing through the darkness, a streak of black light suddenly emerging from the blade, as if wanting to pierce through the entire space. The surrounding air distorted all at once, and one could even faintly see the strange phenomenon produced by the change in space.

A dim speck of light finally collided with the sweeping tail, like an indestructible drill bit. The light flickered upon entry, and a surge of dark red blood rose like a blood-colored barrier fluttering into the air, turning both the surrounding Demon Scorpions and Vladimir Koff into dark red blood figures for a moment. The Komola Python let out a piercing roar; its towering tail, like a giant tree, now severely damaged, the flowing spot of light almost split it in two, its force beyond imagination.

The head of the Komola Python suddenly raised up, and as its head shook, its massive body pressed over like a mountain range. The insignificant Demon Scorpions, like crushed residue under a millstone, were silenced before they could even cry out, turned into meat pancakes. Seeing the Komola Python move its colossal body towards them, Vladimir Koff inwardly cursed. If it were just him, there would be no danger in avoiding it, but there were others behind him, and if he dodged, they would likely be turned into meat pancakes. It seemed he had no choice but to steel himself for a decisive battle.