Wizard: Starting from the Skill Tree-Chapter 601: Flame Demon Commander

Faced with the Flame Demon Commander, advancing with the inferno of Hell like a volcanic eruption, Duke did not retreat an inch.

The Wind Wings vibrated at high frequency, pushing his speed to the limit in an instant, his figure trailing a shadow, carving a strange arc as he maneuvered to the side of the demon.

"Roar!!!"

The Flame Demon Commander Bal emitted a deafening roar, seemingly bulky yet reacting with astonishing speed.

The burning giant sword did not pursue Duke’s elusive figure but instead, with agility unfit for its size, plunged into the ground beneath it.

With the sword as the center, the dark red, crack-laden lava ground spread instantly like a living creature, covering half of the arena.

Scorching magma gushed from the cracks, forming a seething lava field, emitting terrifying heat and sulfurous toxic gas.

The pure white rune ground beneath Duke’s feet was instantly corroded and melted, forcing him to rise into the air, but the chaotic hot airflow and rising poisonous smoke within the field severely disrupted the stability of the Wind Wings.

Meanwhile, Bal’s burning single eye locked firmly onto the airborne Duke, swinging the giant sword, three abyssal fire blades were released in a fan-shaped formation, sealing off most of his escape routes.

Even before the fire blades arrived, the soul-searing sting had already struck.

A gleam of brilliance erupted in Duke’s eyes, his Magic Power surged wildly, with incredible speed. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

He gripped the air with both hands, and a Holy Light Sword, more solid and gigantic than ever before, swiftly formed, its blade flowing with a near-liquid holy radiance, fiercely stabbing at the most violently erupting magma vent below.

The clash of Holy Light and the infernal lava resulted in an explosive sizzle akin to cold water dripping into hot oil.

The pure power of purification and the filthy flames of destruction annihilated each other, temporarily sealing the vent, halting the expansion of the lava field.

Seizing this brief interval and the turbulent energy from the collision of Holy Light and Hellfire, Duke’s Wind Wings twisted bizarrely, narrowly threading through the gaps between the three fire blades by a hair’s breadth.

Hovering around him, metallic yellow sand floated, ever ready to handle unexpected situations.

Though the situation seemed perilous, Duke remained completely unflustered in his heart.

"Annoying insect!" Bal, seeing the domain suppression broken, grew even more furious.

It ceased long-range attacks, its massive body stomped the ground, cracking the solid rune surface, launching into the sky like a burning meteor at furious speed unbefitting its size, the giant sword cleaving toward Duke with mountain-splitting force.

Where the sword edge passed, the air ignited completely, leaving a lingering trail of flames.

Pure, extreme violence!

Duke felt as if the surrounding air had been evacuated and ignited by the sword, forming an invisible fiery prison, leaving no time to dodge.

At that moment, innumerable, intricately fine metallic yellow sand particles emerged from thin air, like a flowing golden torrent, rapidly gathering, stacking, and compressing.

A massive, sturdy fortress of yellow sand, with solidified rune glows flowing on its surface, majestically formed before Duke within a millisecond before the burning giant sword struck.

The fortress was not lifeless; the sand on its surface continued to flow and reconfigure at high speed, continuously strengthening the impact zone.

The Flame Demon Commander Bal’s mountain-cleaving burning giant sword struck viciously on the thickest front of the yellow sand fortress.

The indescribable horrific collision sound transformed into a tangible shockwave, rippling even the stable space of the arena.

Sparks and sand exploded in a ring; the abyssal flame on the giant sword viciously burned the sand, hissing explosively, attempting to melt it into glass.

Yet, the metallic yellow sand seemed endless, with a layer being melted away, more sand emerged from within the fortress to replenish, the flowing sand layers constantly dissipating the terrifying impact, while the metallic yellow sand itself absorbed the strike’s contained energy, resounding a deep rumble throughout the venue.

The yellow sand fortress trembled violently, a deep, burning slash mark appeared on the front but ultimately did not shatter.

It steadfastly protected Duke behind it, isolating the destructive force outside.

"What?!" Disbelief flickered in Bal’s burning single eye.

As the giant sword and sandy fortress stalemated, and when Bal’s old force expired and new force was yet to form, Duke moved.

The looming yellow sand fortress adjacent to Bal suddenly, without any sign, collapsed inward, forming a massive vortex of quicksand, exerting powerful suction, attempting to drag in the burning giant sword and even Bal’s arm.

Simultaneously, from the fortress top and sides, innumerable sand tentacles, like living tendrils, shot out, wrapping precisely around the sword hilt, arm joints, and legs.

These sand tendrils carried Magic Power as well, dragging with sluggish gravity.

"Accursed sand grains!" Bal roared, trying to retract the giant sword to break free, but the suction of quicksand and the wrapping sand tentacles delayed its actions fatally.

And in the fleeting attack gap created, Duke’s figure emerged stealthily from the opposite side of the sand fortress like a phantom.

The Wind Wings behind him gently fluttered, his whole form transformed into a dark golden line, swiftly maneuvering to the slight opening in Bal’s exposed side rear due to its struggling.

There, under the heavy lava armor at the scapula, was an inconspicuous, energy-weak old injury fissure.

The simulation of the witch array battlefield was evidently exceedingly realistic, almost perfectly replicating all data of Bal’s original self, including these old injuries.

Duke’s spiritual perception had been extended, naturally observing these details, now targeting them precisely.

In his hand, a shadow of the Blazing Sun Judgment had appeared at some point, this Level 2 Witchcraft Artifact, its brilliance assembled, poised to strike.

The viscous liquid light within the sword flowed and circulated at unprecedented speed, emitting a heart-palpating energy wave.

The phantom of light-cast wings at the crossguard automatically extended, growing unprecedentedly solid and vast, like two genuine wings of light gently fluttering, scattering endless dust of light.

He did not choose to risk a close attack on the fissure but instead poured his internal Magic Power madly into the Blazing Sun Judgment.

"Roar! Damnable!" Bal sensed the rapidly assembling, soul-stinging and fear-inducing pure power of light.

It roared furiously, a fierce light exploding in its single eye, attempting to forcibly break free from the sand tendrils’ entanglement, even at the cost of igniting some abyssal fire within, sacrificing some defense for instant burst power, striving to disrupt Duke’s charge-up.