The Vastness of Magical Destiny

Lome had been paying close attention to every move of Vladimir Koff, whose burst of formidable power upon leaping into the air left her in awe. So far, this was the first time she had witnessed the silent and reticent Dark Knight showcase his true strength. His Dark Fighting Qi reached its apex, creating a buzzing sound like a swarm of metal bees from the Knight Spear, indicating that under the influence of his Dark Fighting Qi, the spear had achieved a considerable level of power. Even a dark magical beast like the Komola Python would be unable to withstand the Knight Spear’s edge filled with magically enhanced Fighting Qi.

However, Vladimir Koff had underestimated the Komola Python, a dark magical beast that naturally possessed Earth-Origin Magic Power. Having long devoured the earth’s essence, it had extraordinary magical power in this domain. Besides its innate dark magical prowess, the Earth-Origin was an absolute strength of this super magical beast with dual magic powers.

As soon as Lome saw the Komola Python raise its head and open its gaping maw, she knew Vladimir Koff was in trouble. The Knight Spear, fueled with Dark Fighting Qi, was indeed invincible, but Vladimir Koff himself was still vulnerable in the flesh. These exotic magical beasts had a retaliatory power upon being attacked that far exceeded normal expectations, and their inherent strength was not commonly understood by warriors. Even Lome found it strange how intimately she understood the strength and nature of these dark magical beasts; to her recollection, she had never conducted specialized research or gained an understanding of these creatures. Yet, the moment the Komola Python opened its mouth and spewed out a pale yellow magical mist, Lome’s intuition told her that the python was about to release petrifying magic gas. At the same time, Light-element Melting Magic materialized in front of Lome’s chest, rapidly transforming into a colossal pillar of light.

At this point, Vladimir Koff’s senses were completely lost. He felt utterly numb all over, and his actions were driven purely by the last surge of inertia. He couldn’t even manage to close his eyes, resembling a knight statue, spear held high, thundering towards the giant head of the Komola Python with unreserved force, unable to hold back, and as soon as he was to land in this state, he would shatter upon the floor like a hard but brittle stone statue.

The magical gas released by the Komola Python, at the cost of its vital essence, was an act of desperate self-harm, somewhat similar to that of magical beasts self-destructing their Magic Crystals to perish together with their opponent. While it wouldn’t result in instant death, even if the Komola Python survived, its power would greatly diminish, and it might never regain the strength it had at its peak. Such measures were not taken lightly by magical beasts unless in a life-and-death situation. Against the onslaught of pure essence magic turned to stone gas, Vladimir Koff had practically no defense; ordinary protective magic like defense shields were utterly incapable of resisting this primordial magic mist that penetrated every part of the body.

The brilliance emanating from the Knight Spear did not fade in the slightest due to the loss of Vladimir Koff’s consciousness. A momentary lapse of awareness could not reverse the overwhelming surge of vigor, and the enormous gaping maw met the radiant spear light that shimmered like the Milky Way. The resulting dull sound, like smashing a large watermelon, came despite the Komola Python raising an earthen shield over its head, and despite its rows of teeth sharp as saws. Yet, when faced with this peak strike of Dark Fighting Qi, the beast was rendered as helpless as if struck by a whirlwind, unstoppable in its force.

The massive head was shattered instantly, and the buzzing Knight Spear’s blade completed thirty-six thrusts back and forth over the Komola Python’s head in the blink of an eye. Its head, now as broken as the flesh of a burst watermelon, came tumbling down, while its two rows of sharp teeth were like unripe watermelon seeds, pale and scattering amidst the crimson muddle of brain and blood.

With its head destroyed, the Komola Python’s massive body writhed madly, bringing disaster upon the surrounding Demon Scorpion Group. The python’s last struggle, thick as a barrel, was like a giant roller turning over and over on the ground, crushing everything in its path. Despite the Demon Scorpions’ tenacity, they could not withstand the dying outburst of the python, turning the entire scene into a river of blood and a pool of corpses.

The demise of the Komola Python did not bring any change to Vladimir Koff’s current predicament. Having turned into a stone statue, as the force behind the last strike of the Knight Spear dissipated, Vladimir Koff was utterly stiffened, his trajectory set in a high dive. Even as he inwardly despaired of his fate, having not achieved his aspirations, he realized suddenly that his body seemed able to move again. Twisting joyfully, he found that this was not an illusion. Meanwhile, the Demon Scorpions below were eagerly anticipating his descent for their feast.