The evil god's second phase was truly bizarre.
Those chaotic tentacles, eyeballs, and mouthparts seemed to have been arranged and ordered by an invisible force. Though their forms remained grotesque and terrifying, they formed an inhuman, geometric "harmony." It was no longer merely a collection of chaos, but had become a conscious, self-perfecting, ultimate "existence."
The ancient evil god floated at the center of the distorted world, like a living, blasphemous cosmic singularity, radiating a pressure that froze souls.
"Sure enough, bosses are always harder to fight in their second phase." Ian looked at the "perfected" ultimate evil god before him, feeling the oppressive force that nearly crushed his soul.
He knew.
This was no longer an existence that wizards could defeat—perhaps not even the gods of Ancient Egypt could defeat it. Otherwise, why had the gods of Ancient Egypt still not appeared?
Of course, understanding that and seeing through it were one thing. Whether he would submit was another. Ian's hand still gripped the Elder Wand tightly.
"Do you have any other tricks?"
The evil god believed victory was already assured, so he calmly addressed Ian. It was not merely to toy with his prey; he also wished to absorb more magical knowledge from Ian.
That was power.
"My methods are enough to fight you until the end of the world."
Ian Prince stood atop the ruins, his robes snapping in the twisted energy radiating from the evil god. Facing Set-Apep, who had entered its horrifying second form, the Legendary Wizard knew he had to use all his strength. He held his wand high, ancient Runes gleaming in the air.
Destructive spells erupted simultaneously.
Ian Prince pointed his wand at the ground, and the earth instantly split open with countless cracks. Scorching lava erupted like enraged beasts.
This was