The Start of the Second Round

The flaming wheel flew out and instantly expanded to a hundred meters, colliding with the pitch-black tornado whip.

Like cutting through rawhide, Flame Sever advanced very slowly.

To cut through this black tornado, he had to slice apart the Wind Blades caught within it as well. That was why it was so slow.

Dozens of Blazing Swords arrived, like the final straw that broke the camel's back.

Flame Sever cut through the tornado, and the Blazing Swords plunged into the crystal.

With no source sustaining it, the tornado immediately scattered. The Wind Blades trapped within it shot out in every direction once more under centrifugal force.

This time, Chen Yi had nowhere to dodge.

A trace of helplessness flashed through his glass-like eyes as he had no choice but to switch Flame Demon Phantasm forms again.

In terms of the intricacy of his spells alone, Chen Yi modestly claimed that he was one minor version ahead of his opponent, with the added enhancement of his Path.

His Magic Tools were also one minor version ahead.

That was why Chen Yi could fight him.

But the gap in their attributes was far too great.

For every spell the enemy used, Chen Yi needed at least two spells to counter it.

Challenging someone above his level was harder than he had imagined.

The Wind Blades arrived.

The hundred-meter Flame Demon Phantasm was rapidly dismembered by the Wind Blades. Once its shell shattered, Chen Yi dismissed the Flame Demon Phantasm.

He endured the Wind Blades head-on beneath the barrier formed by the Flame Seal Sword.

"Die! Die! Die in this raging wind!"

"Then become slaves of this secret realm with me!"

Beneath those impassioned words lay the Ink Crystal Mage's unwillingness to accept his current state.

A slave.

That was right. He had