Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 1270 - 351: Summoning the Bow, Though It’s Shadow Magic - Part 2

No wonder the elemental backlash just now didn’t kill him, the series of spells chanted by Imam don’t have any attack power!

Liu was initially shocked. From his understanding, controlling someone else’s shadow was equivalent to controlling their body, because his Watcher ability "Shadow Strike" worked in this way. However, "Shadow Strike" did not have the ability to control shadows from a distance—The Seven-Colored Dragon was at least twenty yards away from Imam!

"How interesting, it reminds me of a shadow puppet play," the Seven-Colored Dragon Ibrahim said, unconcerned that controlling his shadow equaled controlling his body. He glanced at his feet and found that his shadow had indeed mysteriously disappeared.

A sneer sounded, and a solid golden layer immediately permeated the Seven-Colored Dragon’s body—Ibrahim, though the proudest among Dragon Clan, had clearly begun to curb his initial arrogance before his current opponent.

"Let us begin!" Master Manali said coldly.

Ibrahim gave a slight smile as the huge metal sphere hovering above his head, with a whooshing wind, shot from the sky toward the ground where Imam Manali stood. If it hit, not just flesh, even a Stone Man would be crushed into dust on the spot.

The Shadow Warrior’s movements were ghostly fast; as soon as the metal sphere shot down, Shadow Ibrahim raised one hand, and a black shadow sphere met the metal sphere Ibrahim had thrown.

With a loud "clang," the surrounding houses trembled and shook, their foundations rattling even though everyone present was prepared, their eardrums painfully resonating.

"What the hell!" Liu was puzzled as to how a metal sphere could be absolutely countered by a shadow sphere?

"So-called ’inseparable as form and shadow,’ your attack will always meet your own shadow, not me," Master Manali laughed at the Seven-Colored Dragon, "One might say, Seven-Colored Dragon, your attacks against me are ineffective!"

"Nonsense!" The Seven-Colored Dragon Ibrahim continued to sneer as he pulled with both hands, and the lumpy metal sphere in the sky suddenly transformed into a rain of metal, completely enveloping both Imam and the Shadow Warrior! A shadow is just a shadow, there’s no reason even metal magic could replicate entirely— Ibrahim didn’t believe that Imam could totally control the shadows of countless metal fragments.

"Don’t, Ibrahim!" Master Puskas’s shout came too late; the shadow Ibrahim expanded at an alarmingly fast rate into a huge black curtain, which harshly covered the body of Imam like a tent, causing all the metal fragments to furiously strike this large shadow, creating a continuous and intense clashing of metal.

The Seven-Colored Dragon Ibrahim’s body habitually flew backward, his body fully solidified into metal, spinning wildly in mid-air, emitting a heavy thumping sound like dense rain knocking on bananas, and he crashed obliquely into a nearby shop, demolishing it from pillar to wall, dust billowing everywhere.

"This... this is the Demon Clan arcane art ’Puppet Substitution’!" Dragon Knight Lampard exclaimed in shock.

Everyone shivered and stared at the Imam.

Demon Clan! Whatever creature on the Aegean Continent mentioned this term, it definitely was not a good sign! Many truths were buried in historical books, but the records of the Demon Clan were still traceable! The Demon Clan arcane arts are divided into two systems: traversal of the underworld and Necromancy, within which the "Substitute Puppet" part of Necromancy, a high-end Puppet Magic only the Dreadlord could perform—using the host’s body to create a substitute puppet, when attacking this puppet, the host himself would suffer harm, sinisterly vicious!

As the Seven-Colored Dragon attacked his own shadow and got hurt, the situation was quite aligned with this kind of arcane art—though it was unknown whether the shadow counted as part of the body or not?

"It couldn’t possibly be the Demon Clan arcane art ’Puppet Substitution’!" Master Puskas said calmly, "Frank, you are not a Mage, do not speak nonsense if you don’t know!"

"The essence of Elemental Power is the same, similar forms of magic are widespread, I also don’t believe this is an arcane art from the Demon Clan, but this Shadow Magic is indeed impressive! Truly worthy of being Fallen Magic!" Master Stefano brushed his sleeve and drew a rustic and rugged wooden staff, "Ibrahim, step back, let me give it a try!"

"What’s the rush!" From a tall pile of debris, another swirl of dust rose as the Seven-Colored Dragon Ibrahim, covered in dust and grime, soared out from the rubble, flipped in mid-air, and landed steadily.

With embarrassment and rage, each step Ibrahim took cracked the marble street, creating "crack crack" sounds as radial cracks slithered like snakes on the mirror-smooth stone tiles, extending outward. The recent attack had not seriously harmed this fully metal-solidified Seven-Colored Dragon, it was just his pride that took a hit.

"Allow me to introduce, this is our high-level Shadow Series Spell ’Substitute Shadow’ of Imam!" Master Manali’s pathologically pale face flushed with excitement as he elegantly pointed toward the Shadow Warrior, now back to normal, "Here, I earnestly advise everyone, whichever of you plans to make a move against me, never attack this Shadow Warrior, otherwise, you will be attacking the noble Seven-Colored Dragon!"

Liu, overhearing this, felt his eyebrows furiously twitching. Damn! This Shadow Magic was too bizarre, wasn’t it?