Chapter Fifty-Six: Witch
Before pain and death arrived, the Emerald Star Cloak on Li Wen’s body shone brightly, and a green glowing sphere flew out, absorbing all the damage Li Wen received before suddenly exploding.
Li Wen’s expression remained unchanged. Tilroghzakh, that demon, was indeed powerful. a mere probing attack had directly shattered the magic shield created by her Eternal Guardian of the Emerald Star.
If it weren’t for the Emerald Star Cloak, this strike would have sent her to the resurrection waiting interface.
If Li Wen guessed correctly, Tilroghzakh was using a curse called “Dark Corrosion,” which could render people powerless for a long time and weaken their vitality to a certain extent.
Tilroghzakh should have first implanted the curse into the Three-Headed Fire Serpent, and then, when Li Wen dealt with the Fire Serpent, transferred the curse through a chain reaction. After that, he used this curse as a springboard to launch another curse, namely the “Painful Lament” curse that nearly killed Li Wen.
The activation conditions for Painful Lament were extremely harsh, but if one was hit by it, and the cursed person did not have sufficiently high curse resistance, they would surely die.
Even an ordinary Stage Two Transcendent would find it difficult to withstand this combo. As an opponent, Tilroghzakh the demon was undoubtedly very troublesome.
Li Wen glanced at her status bar. Her life remained at 89%, and her mana was still more than half.
The barrier of the Prayer, upon being broken by Painful Lament, recovered some of Li Wen’s life and simultaneously dispelled the Dark Corrosion curse on her.
In other words, the chance of victory was still there.
Li Wen activated Spell-less Arc Light, enchanted her Bone-Corroding Short Sword, and cast Prayer on herself again.
Since she had already witnessed the opponent’s fire control and curse abilities, she would now try to test the demon’s close-quarters combat.
Thinking this, Li Wen dashed towards the demon, swinging her short sword with both hands, unleashing brilliant arc lights.
Tilroghzakh dared not be careless. Although he had tasted it, the seemingly terrifying arc lights were not as powerful as they appeared and were flashy but impractical. But who knew if it wasn’t a trick created by the enemy, just waiting for him to walk into the trap?
The black rings in his eyes stopped spinning, and his figure became ethereal. The arc lights passed directly through the demon and disappeared into the demon’s shadow.
At this moment, Li Wen had taken the opportunity to get close to him, her short sword emitting a chilling green glow, stabbing directly at him. Tilroghzakh’s face was cold as he gripped the goat horns in reverse, blocking the short sword.
The short sword, which could easily corrode and cut through bones, was like a rusty blunt knife in front of the goat horns, not even leaving a trace on them.
Just as the demon was preparing to end the battle, a bright light exploded in front of him. Tilroghzakh felt as if a thunderclap had flashed through his mind, and he fell into a daze.
When Divine Prayer is cast on an enemy unit, it is considered a Divine Strike of the same level, capable of dealing damage linked to the ability level and the caster’s life, as well as a daze lasting up to five seconds.
Tilroghzakh was a demon and had resistance to all types of control. Coupled with the level gap between them, he could break free from the daze in at most one second.
However, for combat, one second of control was long enough for Li Wen to cast Spell-less Arc Light again.
When Tilroghzakh broke free from his daze, the gleaming short sword was already slashing towards his neck.
This time, it was the damage from the Bone-Corroding Short Sword itself, plus the enchantment’s corrosion and potent poison, plus the enchantment of Spell-less Arc Light, and the damage after the arc light was unleashed. The cumulative effect of these layers of damage was that the demon’s neck was instantly severed, and the brilliant arc light flew out with blood, the demon’s head falling to the ground.
Before Li Wen could feel joy, she raised the Bone-Corroding Short Sword and was about to stab the demon’s heart to finish him off. However, the demon’s headless body raised its hand and directly grasped the blade of the short sword. No matter how Li Wen exerted her strength, the position of the short sword did not change at all.
“A spell targeting demons…” said the demon’s head that had fallen to the ground, its eyes flashing with a faint fire. “I see, this is your reliance?”
Li Wen immediately abandoned the Bone-Corroding Short Sword and wanted to create distance, but it was too late.
The demon’s left hand was surrounded by flames, and soon the flesh and blood were burned away, leaving only black bones. The bones were covered with flowing, lifelike incantations, and at this moment, all these incantations were flashing with black light.
The demon raised its hand and pointed at Li Wen. The retreating Li Wen immediately felt an intense pain. The barrier of the Prayer shattered instantly without even a moment’s resistance. An invisible force pierced through Li Wen’s chest, even penetrating the Emerald Star Cloak that even the Bone-Corroding Short Sword could not leave a mark on.
A large, transparent wound appeared on Li Wen’s chest, with blood flowing out along with internal organs and bone shards.
“This is the limitation of you humans, weak bodies. No matter how much potential you have, it ends here.”
Tilroghzakh picked up his head and placed it back on his neck.
Li Wen’s life dropped directly below 10%, and it continued to fall due to continuous bleeding. Unable to act due to her blurred consciousness because of this, she couldn’t even cast a spell to heal herself.
It ends here?
The demon would not give any enemy an opportunity. He summoned flames to cover Li Wen, intending to burn her directly into ashes.
The crimson flames surged higher than ever before, and the demon’s mood soared along with these flames.
But soon, he sensed something unusual.
The girl’s body did not turn into ashes under the scorching flames. Instead, the purgatorial flames became progressively weaker.
Unease spread in the demon’s heart.
He watched Li Wen stand up again, no, she should be floating. The burning crimson flames slowly faded their color, becoming gray-white and dim, and finally gradually dissipated, as if dead.
Li Wen hovered in the air, her wounds healing along with the Emerald Star Cloak. The cloak emitted a strong emerald light, becoming unprecedentedly active. Complex and twisted vein-like patterns grew out of the cloak, then transformed into esoteric runes imprinted on the cloak’s surface.
Li Wen opened her eyes. Gray-white hair slid out from inside the Emerald Star Cloak. Her pupils had turned amber-red and yellow. In the depths of her pupils, a withered giant tree was reflected. A faceless witch stood beneath the tree, singing a poem about the end.
An unprecedented power flowed within Li Wen. Her life had reached its end, yet what greeted her was not death, but eternity. She was neither alive nor dead, only the twilight was exceptionally clear in her eyes. Waiting for her, besides the end, was nothing else.
This was the power of the witch.
