Vizet did not let up his rhythm of attack. He raised his wand toward the dust not far away. "Blood Oath Knight!"
The flying dust gathered together and turned into several Blood Oath Knights wielding weapons, all of them plunging into the pit that had swallowed Voldemort.
As they fell, the Blood Oath Knights raised the weapons in their hands one after another, seeming to want to attack Voldemort in the most primitive way.
Yet before these Blood Oath Knights could land, their bodies began to twist violently, like wax figures melted by intense heat, each losing its proper form.
In an instant, they devolved into thick venomous snakes, their scales gleaming with a dark green metallic sheen, a chilling aura rushing toward him.
These venomous snakes twisted in midair, shot out like lightning, and formed an airtight net as they pounced toward Vizet.
Voldemort's Transfiguration was remarkably masterful. Before the snakes even reached Vizet, the fishy stench they gave off had already drilled into his nostrils.
Vizet understood his situation very well. Every move needed to be planned out so that he gave Voldemort as little opening as possible.
His gaze swept quickly over the snakes, and he already had a plan. Gripping his wand, he twisted his wrist, the wand drawing a clean arc through the air. "Crosswise Interweaving!"
Whoosh!
The wand let out a sharp sound as it cut through the air, and a keen blade-glare burst from the tip of the wand, roaring forward unstoppably.
Ancient Magic: Improved Cutting Curse bloomed with razor-sharp blade-light. The blade-light was like lightning tearing across the night sky, meeting the onrushing snakes head-on.
With a faint rustling sound, several snakes had already been split in two, scales and blood scattering through the air like flowers blooming in brilliant fury.
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