Chapter 66: Any More Tricks?
The fish-man leader’s ink was effective, turning the seawater in the temple into a thick black cloud.
Abyss found himself blind and deafened within the ink. He knew the fish-man leader had collided with his barrier, but he couldn’t see the creature’s expression.
He also felt a toxin seeping into his skin, causing an itching sensation.
However, Abyss’s poison resistance was exceptionally high. The initial itch quickly subsided as his body adapted. This concentration of toxin might have incapacitated an ordinary person, leaving them to drown, but for Abyss, it was trivial.
Boom!
The fish-man leader, still struggling, unleashed another lightning bolt, striking the barrier sealing the temple entrance.
The thick magical lightning had no effect. The barrier remained unmoved, the lightning dissipating upon contact.
The fish-man leader finally realized the strength of Abyss’s barrier.
After receiving the power bestowed by the Lord of Bullying, he had tested its limits. The lightning he casually unleashed rivaled a mid-tier mage’s spell after a lengthy incantation. This power gave him confidence against a mid-tier mage, but against Abyss, it was utterly insufficient, unable to even shake his defenses.
The fish-man leader turned, his specialized vision piercing the ink to see Abyss standing unfazed, even smoothing his slightly disheveled hair.
The surrounding magic had been drained, so Abyss was relying on his internal reserves. But normally, mages couldn’t store excessive magic within their bodies; large-scale spells required drawing magic from the environment. How vast were this mage’s internal reserves? It was absurd!
“Mr. Fish-Man, do you have anything else to do?” Abyss finally asked calmly. “When can I question you?”
“Questioning me is the same as killing me. Those who receive the Lord’s power and betray him will be killed,” the fish-man leader, though disheveled, sneered defiantly. “I advise you to give up. I won’t cooperate. Either kill me or let me go; you have no other choice.”
“I don’t kill sentient beings. So, I can only let you go?” Abyss shrugged.
“Stop wasting my time!” The fish-man leader roared, charging towards Abyss. Abyss’s seemingly provocative, nonchalant tone had enraged the High Priest. He was losing control.
The ink seemed to distort sound underwater. Abyss and Leona could only hear the sound of the fish-man moving through the water, unable to pinpoint his approach.
“Should I just cut him down?” Leona asked Abyss through the spell link. “He seems to be coming towards us.”
“Not yet. I want to see what he does next. He might have other tricks,” Abyss replied. “I don’t believe the Lord of Bullying, a rather experienced Outer God, would choose an incompetent High Priest.”
An eerie silence fell. Flora was comforting the captured civilians, inquiring about their condition, her voice inaudible through the ink. The fish-men, beaten and bruised, lay or sat trembling, not daring to speak. Abyss and Leona, waiting to see the fish-man leader’s next move, stood still. Only the fish-man leader moved silently through the water, the scene almost comical.
But the fish-man leader wasn’t humiliated by the silence. His unsettling smile widened.
He wasn’t targeting Abyss. He knew Abyss was a powerful mage, skilled in both magic and Dou Qi. Direct confrontation was impossible.
His target was the tooth on the ground, the one Abyss hadn’t picked up, wary of the Outer God’s power!
As a high-ranking follower of the Lord of Bullying, imbued with a portion of his favor, the fish-man leader could clearly sense the location of the bestowed tooth. He quickly snatched it and swallowed it whole.
Intense heat surged from his stomach, rushing up his spine and into his skull. His eyes glowed under the influence of the power. He extended a webbed finger, pointing it at Abyss, who seemed to sense something and looked towards him.
Whoosh!
A strange sound echoed.
Leona, holding Abyss’s hand, suddenly felt his grip vanish. Startled, she reached out but found nothing.
Abyss had vanished into thin air.
Leona frantically tried to contact him through the necromantic link. She could sense his presence; the link still sustained her and Flora, yet she couldn’t reach him. It was as if her messages were being intercepted, unable to reach their destination.
“Ah, where is he!?” Leona clutched her head in frustration.
…
Abyss, in a daze, found himself in a different place.
It was a strange space, resembling an arena, but the empty spectator stands, the stone walls, and the rust-red iron railings were all twisted and deformed, as if molded by some force. The sky was pitch black, yet an unknown light source illuminated everything with an ambiguous glow.
Abyss was still surrounded by seawater, standing in the center of the distorted arena. Cheers and jeers echoed from the surrounding stands, yet he saw no one.
“Now, it’s time for our duel, Druid.”
The fish-man leader’s voice came from above.
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