Transformation into Undeath!!!
Seeing both Zorath the Silent and Kael move simultaneously, the Tower Lord of Ghostflame dared not underestimate them. Zorath was a veteran powerhouse, roughly equal to him in strength, while Kael—though younger—was no less formidable. The Tower Lord's pupils contracted sharply as he sensed the terrifying magical fluctuations radiating from Kael.
He never imagined that this "talented youth" he'd once dismissed had grown into a force to be reckoned with.
Kael's speed was monstrous. The Tower Lord's expression darkened with wariness. The Wings of the Wind God Kael wielded were undoubtedly near the level of Arcane Magic. With such an ability, even killing Kael would require significant effort.
"Brat, no matter what, I'll slaughter you first today!" The Tower Lord's hatred for Kael burned at its peak. This assault by the Sacred Council was undeniably Kael's doing—a fact the Tower Lord had pieced together. He yearned to tear Kael apart limb by limb.
Zorath the Silent responded with a cold snort. Though silent, his actions spoke volumes.
His combat aura erupted, saturating the entire space like an unstoppable tide. At this moment, Zorath truly resembled a god of slaughter—his towering, muscular frame amplifying his imposing presence.
With a smirk, he intercepted the Tower Lord mid-charge, and the two clashed instantly.
The Crimson Moon Sigil blazed from the Tower Lord's staff, its light refracting violently, illuminating the battlefield.
"Ghostflame Barrage!"
With a roar, the Tower Lord's staff flicked, summoning swirling masses of emerald firethat coiled around him like serpents. These ghostflames dwarfed Netherghost's earlier displays in both scale and lethality, forcing Kael to reassess the threat.
Kael narrowed his eyes. "Incredible… As expected of a top-tier eleventh-tier expert. These flames rival my Frostblaze in potency—several times stronger than conventional magic!"
The Ghostflame Barrage siphoned surrounding fire elements into the Tower Lord's orbit, condensing the emerald inferno into a deep, abyssal green. The flames crackled and howled like tormented spirits, their eerie wails echoing through the void.
This spell was the Tower Lord's signature technique, one of his most infamous skills.
Zorath the Silent didn't dare slack off. His figure blurred into countless afterimages before vanishing from Kael's sight entirely, then shot toward the Tower Lord like an arrow loosed from a bow!
The Tower Lord snorted coldly, raising his staff skyward. Instantly, the Ghostflame Barrage transformed! The emerald flames coalesced midair into a phoenix woven from ghostfire, its wings spread wide, its shrieks piercing the battlefield as though it were alive.
"Devour them!" the Tower Lord commanded sharply, manipulating the ghostfire phoenix with a flick of his wrist.
The phoenix let out an ear-splitting cry as it dove forward, its emerald flames radiating scorching heatwaves that forced everyone to grimace involuntarily...
Yet Zorath the Silent didn't retreat—he charged straight into the onslaught!
His combat aura detonated with a crystalline roar as he collided head-on with the phoenix.
BOOM!
A deafening explosion erupted from the impact, shockwaves rippling outward like tidal waves. The sheer force made the earth tremble violently.
Fortunately, the Tower's interior was reinforced with countless magical defense arrays, its structure sturdy enough to withstand such clashes. Otherwise, this single exchange might have reduced the entire Tower of Ghostflame to rubble.
Eleventh-tier battles were no joke.
"Thunder Bastion!" Kael raised his staff, casting the defensive spell around Zorathjust as he clashed with the phoenix.
"Damn it! Lightning magic—so the rumors were true?!" The Tower Lord's pupils contracted again. He'd heard whispers of Kael's mastery over thunder, but seeing it in action was another matter entirely.
Bolstered by Kael's lightning barrier, Zorath emerged unscathed from the collision. In contrast, the Tower Lord's ghostfire phoenix flickered weakly, its flames dimming after the brutal impact. The spectral bird recoiled, its energy visibly sapped.
The Tower Lord's killing intent surged unrestrained. "You damned brat! I'll slaughter you—turn your corpse into an undead slave!" His roar was pure, unadulterated fury.
With the Tower Lord's keen perception, he immediately recognized that Zorath the Silent's raw power was roughly on par with his ghostfire phoenix. Yet, it was Kael's Thunder Bastion that tipped the scales, allowing Zorath to gain the upper hand while draining the Tower Lord's mana reserves. The Tower Lord's face twisted with fury—this brat had to die!
Kael, however, remained utterly unfazed by the threat. With his Wings of the Wind God, he could at least hold his own against the Tower Lord, if not outright evade him. Fear was the last thing on his mind.
As the battle raged on, the Tower Lord's gaze locked onto Kael, icy malice flickering in his eyes. He raised his staff once more.
"Wind of Undeath!"
This time, he unleashed necromancy—the very magic Kael had been dreading.
Damn it!
Kael's expression darkened. Necromancy was every bit as formidable as variant magic, if not more so—and infinitely more sinister. The Tower Lord's eyes gleamed with sadistic glee as his staff pointed at Kael. In response, a black hurricane tore through the void, hurtling toward him with lethal intent.
Wind of Undeath!
Damn it all—Wind of Undeath!
Even Zorath the Silent stiffened, sensing the air around them congeal into a suffocating, subzero grip. Breathing became a struggle.
The necromantic spell carried an overwhelming, oppressive weight—as though millions of wailing souls were howling in their ears. The sheer malevolence of the magic permeated the battlefield, making every hair on their bodies stand on end.
"Damn it—Storm of Thunderclouds!"
With no other choice, Kael activated one of his trump cards—a dual-elemental spellcombining wind and lightning magic. This was a technique he'd only acquired after reaching the eleventh tier, recorded within the Book of Immortality.
Storm of Thunderclouds!
Thanks to his Wings of the Wind God, Kael could both cast and evade simultaneously. The Wind of Undeath was too terrifying to face head-on; a direct hit would shred him to pieces.
As for Zorath the Silent, he didn't dare lower his guard either. His combat aura burned at its zenith, radiating like a scorching sun in the sky, ready to counter the encroaching darkness.
Kael's Storm of Thunderclouds was now fully primed.
The Storm of Thunderclouds clashed head-on with the Wind of Undeath. Two supreme spells collided—the black necromantic hurricane twisting violently against the lightning-infused vortex, darkening the battlefield like doomsday itself.
"How terrifying... Are they even leaving room for this mighty dragon to shine?"Little Kitten muttered from Kael's shoulder, wide-eyed at the cataclysmic spectacle.
But amid the magical deadlock, one critical factor remained: Zorath the Silent was still free to act!
Seizing the opportunity, Zorath lunged forward like a meteor, his combat aura detonating as he struck the Tower Lord with devastating force!
"ARGH—!"
The Tower Lord screamed, blood gushing from his mouth as the blow landed. The impact destabilized the mana within his body, triggering a magical backlash.
His body crumpled midair, lifeless eyes staring vacantly as he plummeted...
"Dead..." Kael exhaled in relief. Despite the Tower Lord's strength, their combined efforts had finally felled him.
Zorath grinned, wiping his brow. "Haha! Well done, Brother Kael! That spell of yours actually matched his necromancy blow for blow..." He was referring to the Storm of Thunderclouds, of course.
Kael smiled faintly. He'd poured everything into that counter—without Zorath's support, facing the Tower Lord alone would've been impossible.
His gaze swept the battlefield. The Sacred Council's forces had gained overwhelming momentum, especially Bloodshadow, who was toying with three eleventh-tier elders like they were children.
Just as Kael began to relax—CRACK! CRACK!—a series of grotesque snaps echoed behind him.
He whirled around, eyes widening in shock.
The Tower Lord's corpse was now shrouded in a swirling black mist—a miasma of necrotic energy so dense it made the air itself rot.
Kael and Zorath paled simultaneously.
"Damn it all... He's risen as undead!!!"