Wizet did not let up his assault. He raised his wand toward the dust not far away. "Blood Pact Knight!"
The flying dust gathered together, transforming into several Blood Pact Knights armed with weapons, all of them plunging into the pit that had swallowed Voldemort.
As they fell, the Blood Pact Knights raised their weapons one after another, seemingly intending to attack Voldemort in the most primitive way possible.
Yet before these Blood Pact Knights could hit the ground, their forms began to twist violently. Like wax figures melting under intense heat, they lost their proper shapes.
In an instant, they devolved into enormous venomous snakes, their scales gleaming with a dark green, metallic sheen as a chilling aura washed over him.
The snakes twisted their bodies in midair and shot forward like lightning, forming an impenetrable net as they lunged at Wizet.
Voldemort's Transfiguration was exceptionally skilled. Before the snakes even reached Wizet, the rank stench they gave off had already forced its way into his nostrils.
Wizet understood his situation well. Every move had to be carefully planned, leaving Voldemort as little opportunity as possible.
His gaze swept swiftly across the snakes, and he had already formed a plan. Gripping his wand, he twisted his wrist, drawing a clean arc through the air. "Zongheng Jianguan!"
Whoosh!
The wand let out a sharp whistle through the air, and a blade of keen light burst from its tip, howling forward with unstoppable force.
Ancient Magic: Improved Severing Charm bloomed into a razor-sharp blade of light, like lightning splitting the night sky as it flew straight toward the oncoming snakes.
Amid a soft rustling, several snakes were already sliced in two. Scales and blood scattered through the air, as dazzling as flowers bursting into bloom.
The foremost snakes were all cut