The axe formed from Mister's Power collided with the spider leg empowered by the Blood River Plane. In an instant, an illusion appeared before Locke's eyes. He saw what looked like a blood-colored tide as large as a mountain crashing fiercely toward him.
Locke was sent flying by the enormous force.
Nidhogg's pupils suddenly contracted. Even though the highly compressed Mister's Power was inferior to the Blood River Plane's overwhelming total strength, the axe formed from its extreme compression was like a stone cutting into tofu. It sliced through his Permanent Defense Field and severed one of his spider legs.
Nidhogg gritted his teeth, sensing an immense threat. At the same time, extreme malice surfaced in his eyes. "This man can't be allowed to remain in the Land of Six Towers, or my Basil Family will never rise again."
"One Great Wizard Sura is already enough."
"I don't want a second Great Wizard Sura to appear."
The Ritual Magic array behind Nidhogg began operating again, borrowing more power from the Blood River Plane. His body swelled once more, and patterns covered the surface of his skin.
"Power, Blood River Plane, give me more power."
A blood-colored defensive shield formed around his body. He charged forward, stepped onto a small hill, and stomped directly toward Locke.
Locke looked at Nidhogg moving like a mountain and froze slightly, because his opponent's power had clearly surpassed the First Ring level.
"By borrowing the power of other planes, one can use external forces to raise one's strength beyond the limits of the individual. Is this what Ritual Magic is?"
The Great Green Leaf Dragon Sparrow flapped behind Locke. He moved swiftly amid the attacks of his opponent's enormous body, evading the attacks of the four remaining spider legs.
Locke frowned. He sensed that after