The world-destroying Bloodflesh Tsunami arrived faster than anyone had imagined.
The first to hit was an invisible mental shock, powerful enough to tear through the soul.
The Sanctuary Veil cast by Elena flickered like a dying candle in the wind, its surface rippling violently, the light wavering—clearly on the verge of shattering.
She let out a muffled cry of pain, blood spraying from her mouth, her face pale as paper.
Immediately after came the flood of corrosive acid and flesh tentacles pouring down.
Fiona and the Thorn Guard raised their shields overhead, the High-tier Mithril Equipment hissing and smoking under the acid’s corrosion.
They could feel their shields dissolving at a speed visible to the naked eye, utterly incapable of withstanding this endless assault.
Despair, cold as seawater, drowned everyone except Lin En.
At that critical moment, Lin En stepped forward calmly, spreading his right hand wide before slamming it onto the ground.
“Ice, heed my command!”
A surge of extreme cold exploded from his palm, freezing the moisture in the air instantly.
A massive, thick, crystal-clear slanted Ice Wall erupted from the ground, precisely intercepting the Bloodflesh Tsunami!
This Ice Wall was not a traditional vertical barrier but inclined at a strange yet precise fifty-five-degree angle.
The heavy flesh tentacles and acid flood crashed into it like a colossal, unyielding slope.
Most of the violent kinetic energy and impact were neutralized upon contact, sliding helplessly along the slick ice to either side.
Under the intense impact, the super-thick Ice Wall groaned under the strain, its surface pitted with countless holes from the acid—but it held, blocking the first and most savage wave of physical and chemical assault.
However, the Broodmother’s rage was far from spent.
The Ice Wall, though strong, was not unbreakable.
Next, thousands of pitch-black Bone Spears rained down like a storm, shrieking as they tore through the air in a concentrated, saturated barrage.
These high-penetration attacks did not scatter—they hammered relentlessly at the Ice Wall’s weakest point!
“Crack… Boom!”
With a deafening crash, the sturdy slanted Ice Wall finally collapsed under the extreme assault, shattering into a spray of diamond-like ice shards.
The defense was breached!
As Fiona and the Thorn Guard instinctively prepared to use their bodies to block the incoming Bone Spear storm, a new change erupted!
Lin En’s eyes remained unshaken, as if the Ice Wall’s destruction had been part of his calculations all along.
Within him, the third crystal core dedicated to defense spun at an unprecedented speed.
“Vmmm—!”
The invisible [Honeycomb Bulwark] energy grid covering his body instantly expanded outward in geometric scale, centered on him, forming a vast, semi-transparent hexagonal dome that enveloped the entire team like a three-dimensional projection!
An awe-inspiring sight unfolded.
Dense Bone Spears hammered down on the Honeycomb Bulwark.
Each hexagonal energy unit, upon impact, detonated its internal, honey-like inert liquid flame energy in a precise, directional explosion!
“Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom—!”
Countless small, meticulously controlled outward blasts erupted across the shield’s surface, creating a dazzling display of fireworks fit for death itself.
Every Bone Spear that tried to pierce the shield was shattered and blasted away by the powerful, precise counterforce the moment they touched it!
Not a single one could penetrate this seemingly fragile, yet truly indestructible second line of defense!
The brief but precious window of safety Lin En created ignited Magis’s final resolve.
He looked down at his hand, now turning to dust and losing all color, a fierce smile flickering in his eyes.
Ignoring the searing, life-draining agony coursing through him, he poured all his remaining strength into the Isolated Remains in his grasp.
“For the ancestors… for a thousand years of our guardianship… perish—!!”
He let out a hoarse roar—more soul-burning scream than incantation.
Under his mad urging, the jet-black beam fired by the Isolated Remains grew thicker and deeper than before, becoming a miniature black hole that devoured everything in its path and smashed into the Broodmother’s core.
“—ROAR!!!!”
The Broodmother unleashed an earth-shattering scream of pain that threatened to tear the sky apart.
And Magis paid an even more terrible price.
The signs of flesh erosion crept up his fingers at a pace visible to the eye, past his hand and onto his wrist.
Several of the fingers clutching the sacred relic had lost all flesh and blood, exposing bone—a hand like a relic itself, weathered over a thousand years.
Under the devastating dual assault of the Isolated Remains and Lin En’s overwhelming attacks, the Bloodflesh Broodmother’s relentless offense faltered for the first time.
“Now!”
Lin En seized the opening for a counterattack with sharp clarity, instantly shifting his stance.
He raised his right hand high, the Second Crystal Core burning at full output.
“Lightning, decompose!”
“Zzzzz—!”
The sky seemed to be torn open by an invisible giant’s hand, as a massive Elemental Lightning Net woven of countless purple electric serpents crashed down, precisely engulfing all the writhing flesh and tentacles at the mountain’s base.
Under the high-voltage arcs, blood and tissue convulsed and frothed, fluids rapidly breaking down, carbonizing, turning into unmoving black sludge, utterly devoid of life.
At the same time, the powerful current traveled through these remains to the Broodmother itself, causing its enormous body to spasm and seize, the vast mountain convulsing as if struck by a seizure.
Yet beyond the damage, the Lightning Net’s true purpose was—fuel preparation!
As the electric web raged, Lin En began preparing his next spell.
Wind elements were violently drawn in by an unseen force, swirling into a massive vortex.
But this time, it was not to form wind blades or air walls, but to execute a more precise and terrifying manipulation—siphoning and gathering the light, highly unstable gases released from the electrolysis of flesh and atmospheric moisture.
Hydrogen and oxygen born of electrolysis!
A fearsome, soul-shaking aura of destruction rapidly formed around Lin En.
Elena, Fiona, Elaine, and even Magis, kneeling in pain, all sensed this power building.
Unconsciously, their eyes turned to Lin En, filled with awe and terror.
Lin En slowly raised his gaze, locking onto the trembling mountain of flesh, his voice as calm as stating a law of physics.
“Be destroyed.”
With the fall of his final syllable, the super-compressed oxygen and hydrogen around the Broodmother’s paralyzed body ignited from a single, minuscule spark!
In an instant, a firestorm tornado of blue-white plasma, brighter than lightning, erupted skyward, connecting heaven and earth!
It was no ordinary red flame, but a blue-white inferno fueled by pure oxygen, hot enough to melt steel and vaporize stone!
The Burning World Tornado, hundreds of meters in diameter, raged and spiraled, enveloping the entire Bloodflesh Broodmother, unleashing a chorus of wails and thunder like billions of souls thrown into a furnace.
Strangely, those standing on the ground felt no heat—for all the energy was sucked inward by the tornado’s force, leaving nothing to escape.
But the sheer, apocalyptic power of it left their souls trembling in the face of such insignificance.
Elena’s lips trembled uncontrollably as she stared at the godlike figure standing before the Burning World Tornado—a term from ancient epics, overturning all she knew, slipped dryly from her lips:
“Such magic… such absolute command of the world’s elements… Leg… Legendary Mage?”
The word struck like thunder, exploding in everyone’s hearts.
Fiona and Elaine stared blankly at the scene of divine wrath before them, realization crashing through their minds.
No wonder… no wonder Lord Lin En could face that monstrous tide alone!
No wonder… he possessed such confidence from the start, daring to challenge this undying creature!
Yes… Legendary Mage!
Who but a Legendary Mage of legend could wield such power?
Yet… the continent had not seen a Legendary Mage in centuries!
And Lord Lin En… was still so young!
They stared at Lin En’s back, shock, awe, doubt, and fervor churning in their eyes—emotions beyond the power of words.