Magic

The fog was so thick it blotted out the sky and pressed down, so overwhelming it was suffocating, as if the air itself was about to freeze.

Suddenly, like a cheetah, Ba Di's speed increased even further. Just before he was overhead, he leaped, tumbled in the air, and finally landed on his muddy feet, his toes gripping the grass tightly as he slid for several meters.

Grasping the ground with its toes, it plowed two furrows in the grass.

'Boom!'

The earth shook violently, and this palm strike directly pressed down into the ground within the area of the palm, creating a palm print two meters deep.

Their strength should not be underestimated.

The tearing air pressure erupted from the edge of his palm like a knife, the gale ripped and mud splashed onto Ba Di's body, his skin feeling the cool, refreshing mud and the sharp, slicing air.

Ba Di focused his strength and made a tentative strike, raising his fist to strike the misty hand.

The fist 'bang' broke the sound barrier and struck the side of the misty hand.

However, the result made his gaze freeze. His fist had pierced through the misty hand without any hindrance and entered it as if he were hitting thin air.

Previously, the misty hand possessed physical properties, capable of pressing out a palm print; now, however, it no longer possesses physical properties, appearing as if it were an illusion.

Ba Di narrowed his eyes and ignored it. This was probably an application of magic, but he didn't know.

With another violent 'bang,' his figure pierced through the white sonic boom cloud, the air as if it were cling film, forcefully penetrated by him.

They raced wildly towards the base of the mist giant in the sky.

The supersonic speed was cutting through the air like a sharp knife, with raging hurricanes churning behind him on both sides.

Zatara's mist giant snorted coldly, his voice echoing across the clear starry sky. He controlled the misty hand, pulling up some soil along with it.

The fog giant clasped his hands together in the air.

In an instant, those hands ceased to be hands, transforming into mist and dark clouds, which then dispersed, forming countless wind blades radiating dark light in the sky.

The wind blades were densely packed, obscuring the face of the mist giant. Their sheer number was enormous, so many that they coalesced in the sky.

"Die!"

The mist giant glared, its voice echoing across the sky.

Countless wind blades bombarded Ba Di in a dense barrage.

There was no way to avoid the dense, dark wind blades that were everywhere in the sky.

Everywhere you look, there's a sharp, cold glint; there's no way to dodge it.

A cold glint flashed in Ba Di's eyes. He raised his arms and crossed them over his face. His arms and body bulged with hard muscles, positioning himself to receive the bombardment in the smallest possible position.

The wind blade was just like a knife cutting into an ordinary person's body, slicing directly across Ba Di's abdomen, cutting through the skin, the white fibrous fat layer, and revealing the bright red muscle inside.

Bright red blood flowed out.

The sense of threat made Ba Di's body extremely sensitive.

These are wind blades formed from magic, capable of truly harming his body, cutting it open, and tearing it apart. Fortunately, his body is far too strong; each of these wind blades is relatively weak, and their ability to cut through his body is not solely due to their sharpness, but more so because they possess strange magic at work.

Ba Di's body had too little resistance to magic, and his body was being torn apart by magic.

The cold wind blades grazed his calves, thighs, arms, and abdomen. He kept adjusting his position, trying not to take the full brunt of a wind blade's impact.

Because at the moment the wind blades were formed, while still in the sky, Ba Di had already seen the interval between each wind blade and calculated the distance of each one. When they struck down, their speeds were exactly the same. Even now, as he was being attacked by the wind blades, he was still staring intently at the direction from which they were coming, without blinking for a moment.

The continuous wind blades, like the bombardment of aerial artillery, converged into a river. The river of wind blades was swift, sharp, and terrifying, enough to cleave any building several hundred meters tall.

Soil kept splashing up, leaving the ground pitted and uneven, as if it had been plowed.

Dust from the soil rose and gradually spread.

Raven's eyes couldn't help but show some worry. With so many wind blades, and given the poor resistance of Ba Di's body to magic, if they were to continuously strike the same spot, it would be enough to dismember Ba Di.

This is clearly a move to dismember Ba Di.

At the very beginning, all that could be seen Ba Di with his hands crossed over his face, his eyes flashing coldly as he resisted the wind blades, which then engulfed him, sending dust and dirt flying high into the air.

'Boom boom boom boom boom...'

The sound of wind blades tearing through the air.

This bombardment filled the vast area with rising dust, completely enveloping Ba Di and making him invisible to the naked eye.

However, the wind blades did not stop, bombarding and shooting towards the dusty interior.

Until all the wind blades have been fired.

The whole world fell silent for a moment.

The clear night sky was quiet and still, while dust filled the earth and fields.

The atmosphere was silent, seemingly filled with a suffocating stillness.

The dust dissipated quickly, blowing away behind them.

A tall figure appeared, like Devil God emerging from the abyss, walking out of Hell.

He emerged from the dust, from the shadows of darkness, and gradually came into view of his body.

His body was covered in knife wounds, some so deep that the bone was visible, and veins were severed. Blood flowed from his body, with hundreds of wounds, making him look as if he had emerged from a blood-soaked Hell.

His eyes were cold and piercing, and his imposing figure exuded a terrifying aura. He was as brutal as a prehistoric beast, and his wildness seemed to be spreading and roaring, causing the world to fall silent.

Ba Di withdrew his right hand, and drops of blood drifted from his fingertips, dancing in the wind.

In an instant, the wounds that had opened the skin and revealed the tough muscles had healed, leaving only the cruel marks of bright red blood on his body, proof that he had endured the torture of being cut into a thousand pieces.

'Bang!'

The explosion was particularly loud on the plains.

Ba Di transformed into a bloodthirsty, savage beast, his eyes turning completely bloodshot, with grotesque blue veins bulging around them.

He tore through the air, his eyes bloodshot, both icy and fiery, bringing with them surging waves of Heat Wave.

The mist giant in the sky narrowed its eyes, horrified. Even though Ba Di's magic resistance was poor, the speed at which he recovered was truly astonishing.

Zatara even saw that the bone in his arm was so deep that it was visible, but it healed in an instant.

What kind of body is this? Its self-healing ability is terrifying.

His heart sank, and the mist giant quickly shrank, shrinking little by little from covering half the sky into the ground! Ba Di had found the location of his true form.

He was in the forest, and the mist gradually shrank, completely entering his body.

Zatara, dressed in a performance tuxedo, sat in the center of a building inscribed with a magic circle.

He didn't have time to create a more powerful attack spell, so he could only cast a Magic Force Field Shield on himself.

Ba Di has arrived.

In the forest, a pair of crimson eyes appeared.

In the darkness, they resembled the pupils of an evil sovereign; in the depths of Hell, they shone with a crimson light.