War Escalates

The black thorny vines spreading across the ground rapidly absorbed the moisture from the floor. The vast sheets of water were sucked dry within seconds, not a single drop remaining. The thorny vines grew thicker, each one coiling across the ground like a horned dragon, while mottled buds swelled along their surfaces. One ugly giant flower after another silently bloomed.

The petals were covered in brown spots, like cracked blood scabs, their vivid crimson laced with a magnificence that reeked of decay.

Hiss—

The flowers sprayed out phosphorescent pollen, which filled the entire battlefield in an instant, drifting through the air like fragrant mist.

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Voldemort, Anubi, and Barbarossa all frowned.

The moment the phosphorescence touched their robes and skin, they immediately sensed something was wrong—their reactions slowed, their nerves became sluggish, and even their thoughts seemed shrouded in dense fog, dull and heavy as though they had sunk into a swamp.

"Is this... a paralysis effect?" Voldemort cursed under his breath.

The overwhelming advantage brought by the five Dark Lords had now been completely shattered.

A Black Shadow flashed past, swallowing all the phosphorescent pollen at once. Black light flared from Voldemort and the others, and they immediately felt their bodies loosen as vitality returned to their faces. However, Herpo had lost another "spirit descent."

"Malfoy, the power you possess has truly made me see you in a new light," Herpo said calmly, looking in Susan's direction. "And I believe this young lady, who has yet to make a move, must also possess some extraordinary skill capable of astonishing me."

He looked at Skylar again, his tone extremely serious. "Since you already know of my Great Cleansing plan, there is no need for me to hide anything further—if you join us, after the