Mage Legend-Chapter 808 - 53: The Source

The magic battle never paused for a moment, spells exploded one after another in the space of the giant serpent. There was no force in the world that could compare to this storm, everything before it seemed so fragile.

Fortunately, there were no other creatures in this space, otherwise the slaughter here would be enough to send any soul into hell. The land had long since shattered, turning into a desert full of ravines. Sharp stones stood upright on the ground like daggers, and when the wind blew, they turned into blades dancing in the air.

The sky, there was no sky to be seen here. Heavy clouds were like another land, enveloping the entire world. Flames gathered in these clouds, like a volcano's furnace, constantly accumulating massive energy. Some boulders were tossed into the sky by the storm, only to immediately sink into the scorching sea of clouds. They never fell back down, instead, they were burned to ashes, forever floating high above.

The air was no longer breathable, the toxins always seized every opportunity to invade the lungs. Lynch and the Magic God's battle had entered a fever pitch, both of them had long forgotten the passage of time, abandoning all distractions, striving to gain the upper hand in this battle.

Because neither the sun nor the moon could be seen here, and the sky was always dark, time had no meaning. Apart from the occasional burst of lightning, nothing disturbed the duel between the two mages. Lynch initially held the upper hand, his pre-prepared tactics gave him enough advantage, with continuous assaults making it almost impossible for the Magic God to defend. However, he could never clinch victory in the end, each time victory was to be decided, the Magic God miraculously turned the tide, restoring balance to the situation.

Magic power gradually depleted with constant consumption; even the power of the Magic Origin could not support such intense burning. But in this battle, what was lost most quickly was not the power of the spells, but Lynch's stamina. Even though he constantly used various magic to protect and repair his body, as a human, his physical strength was ultimately limited.

Wounds covered his body, almost no part could remain intact in the battle. Magic could heal wounds very quickly, but it could not stop the brief moment of blood loss from the body when injured. Gradually, Lynch was invaded by weakness, the strength in his limbs dwindling, and even his vision began to blur. Especially when he could not achieve victory with the hundreds of magical attack combinations prepared, the mental exhaustion made him feel dizzy.

Finally, the Magic God seized an opportunity. He took a deep breath and launched a storm-like attack. Lynch forcibly twisted the space around him, trying to use this method to avoid harm. But the Magic God's power swept through like a hurricane, destroying this barrier and flinging Lynch to the ground, creating a deep pit with a heavy crash.

The Magic God slowly floated down from the sky to the ground, taking this time to recover his strength. He had also paid a huge price, one of his eyes was forever severed from his body, leaving a horrifying scar on his face. The aura of death had already started spreading along his arm, his right hand could no longer move, and that black mark was slowly creeping up his arm, soon he might lose half his body as well. As for his chest, it had been smashed into a bloody mess by the "Vajra Fist," which was also the mark left by Lynch's spell when he almost achieved victory with the greatest advantage.

"You, you really surprised me, Lynch. You actually managed to wound me so severely." The Magic God, with every word he spoke, felt his lungs painfully burned by his own blood. "But this result was not unexpected, you lost."

Lynch leaned against a giant rock, using the support of the Arcane Wand, he shakily stood up. The magic power in his body could no longer heal those damages; numerous wounds large and small opened up, yet there was almost no blood left in his body to spill.

Countless hallucinations appeared before his eyes, various shadows drifted past him. Some unseen creatures spoke in strange languages, ghost-like, suddenly appearing and then disappearing out of thin air. Lynch was certain that these couldn't be things imagined by his mind, it must be the Eye of Insight exceeding its load, unable to function precisely anymore.