Chapter 284 Chapter 78 Night Scene
The frost dragon’s ice wings stirred currents of frost in the air, forming clusters of ice-blue flowing light. Verafia’s small hands clutched one of her scales, her beautiful hair being gently blown by the wind. The young girl raised her snow-white face, her long eyelashes in her scorching golden eyes also trembling in the sound of the wind.
Although Ophi was still a young ice dragon of not much age, as a member of the dragon race at the peak of bloodline on the entire continent, every flap of Ophi’s wings seemed to stir up a storm in mid-air. Coupled with her talent in using “space,” in just over ten minutes, the young girl and her companions had traveled from a border village to a location quite close to where Chrisis had indicated.
“Miss Ophi, we are already very close… Are you alright?”
The nun in the silver robe pulled her hood with one hand, her light golden hair flowing out from the gaps, reflecting on the fair skin of her face. Chrisis held a silver cross in her other hand, its light flashing more frequently. She could even feel the resistance from the increasingly dense magical turbulence in the air.
Ophi raised her dragon head and let out a cry. On her magnificent dragon wings, the frost crystals, seemingly condensed from jade, trembled faintly, clearly under immense pressure from the heavy magical turbulence in the air.
Verafia climbed forward, braving the wind. Her fair slender hand gently grasped, and the burning flame elements in the air blocked the continuous impact of the magical residue for Ophi. The exquisite bone ring and red crystal gemstone on her fair wrist clinked with a crisp sound.
“This magic… it feels a bit familiar… Ig, do you feel like it’s the Necromancer from the Black-winged Monarch’s domain last month?”
The girl forcefully raised her cheek, her golden eyes like magnificent golden flames looking into the distance, towards where the space elements were violently colliding and creating turbulent magic over a radius of more than ten miles.
Verafia tilted her head to the side, her slender eyelashes blinking, revealing a confused expression.
“But the other person’s magic is very powerful… yet, why do they seem to be completely at a disadvantage? Is this person the Vicena you mentioned?”
Although she said this, Verafia was quite surprised. In her memory, Vicena’s magical talent was not inferior to her sister Lucia’s. Otherwise, the “Staff of Freedom” that Lothel had snatched back would not have been returned to her.
And now, even though a hundred years had passed, Verafia did not know how much Vicena’s magical attainments had improved. However, from witnessing Vicena’s attack in the Abyssal Mire a month ago, based on magic alone, the girl could judge that she was at least at the peak of the Saint Rank.
With such strength, coupled with the Staff of Freedom, Vicena was actually at a disadvantage against a Necromancer who was only at the Star Rank, even appearing precarious.
While Verafia was speaking, the ground beneath the sky was surging with magic like a stormy ocean. The terrifying power of various forbidden spells, whether it was the aftershocks of spatial tearing or the scattered elemental turbulence, even made her feel considerable pressure.
After passing through Ophi’s icy magic and her own flame elements, mixed with the strong wind, it touched the girl’s tender cheek. Verafia gently clenched her fingertips, and beneath the magnificent brilliance of her golden eyes, a trace of worry appeared.
In the girl’s eyes, the black and silent magic, like dark reefs emerging from beneath the sea surface, not only remained unmoved by Vicena’s desperate magical bombardment but also spread out, effortlessly tearing apart Vicena’s magic and even spell talismans!
“It’s Teacher Vicena!”
Dofi’s anxious expression was evident on her face. If her reason hadn’t held her back, she would have immediately jumped off Ophi’s back.
Chrisis gripped the silver cross, her face showing hesitation, wanting to go forward and comfort Dofiraia. On the dragon’s back, not only Verafia but almost everyone could clearly see the disadvantage of the person fighting the dark magic… as if she were struggling to cast spells with her injured body.
“Be careful!”
Suddenly, Ig raised his head and shouted. Almost simultaneously, on the ground covered by the deep night sky, a brilliant blue beam of light suddenly appeared. An unimaginable concentration of power seemed to pierce the sky, its dazzling light almost obscuring the moon and stars!
However, within this beam of light, made of countless blue magical releases and as exquisite as an artwork, black power was visibly spreading, corroding the tree trunks, emitting extremely ominous fluctuations.
What this represented was self-evident!
Before the girls could react, a loud boom echoed. Within the blue magical stream of light, cracks appeared on the spreading black markings, shattering like glass. In mid-air, the transparent magical veil, even more, shattered layer by layer.
“Boom!”
The magical radiance erupted with a tide of power, like dazzling blue shattered starlight. Even from a distance of ten miles, it still carried the powerful Saint-level magic, and even the faint black filth intertwined within it was extremely dangerous.
Ophi hurriedly flapped her dragon wings and turned her body. Dofiraia and Chrisis, who had just stood up, lost their balance and were pulled by Flarn and Ig.
The ice crystals frozen by the frost of the magnificent frost dragon were easily shattered into pieces. Ophi, anxious in her heart, quickly raised her dragon head and spewed out a large cloud of frost dragon breath.
“Flame Curtain!”
Verafia quickly steadied herself. Beside the dragon’s head, she hurriedly raised her head, her scorching golden eyes reflecting the approaching magical tidal wave. Her snow-white small hand grasped, and after the ice dragon girl spewed out the frost magic, golden flames flickered within the ice crystals, forming an invisible curtain to block the continuously impacting magical turbulence.
The aftershocks of the magic impact struck the frost dragon breath and the flame curtain, causing the frost blue and scarlet gold colors to clash and ripple, lasting for dozens of breaths before stopping.
“Vicena…”
Broken frost shattered in the night wind, touching the tender skin of the girl standing on the ice crystal dragon’s head. Verafia whispered with a low voice that only she could hear, her raised eyes, under the scorching golden color, showing a trace of worry.
Verafia, standing very close and personally in contact with the magical aftershocks, could perceive much more than others… not only Vicena’s continuously weakening aura but even the subsequent magical aftershocks were far inferior to the initial ones, with the black magic, which completely exuded a deathly stillness, occupying a larger area.
This meant… in just a few dozen breaths, Vicena’s magic was barely able to suppress the opponent.
