Giant Spirit Elephant

This flame was not powerful. It looked gloomy and wretched, utterly inconspicuous, yet the formidable power of laws it emanated was no sham.

The core magic pattern of the Duling Bone Flame was an advanced magic pattern from another world. Even seventh-level Dole had spent a full month studying it before deciphering it, which spoke volumes.

The moment the Duling Bone Flame appeared, nearly every living being within dozens of miles felt as though their bones were burning. Their blood and vitality boiled, and their marrow ached with piercing pain.

Bone flame, bone flame—the thing it burned was naturally bone and marrow.

The Duling Bone Flame slowly rose, and Dole condensed it into two enormous fireballs. He controlled them and hurled them viciously at the Giant Spirit Elephant several kilometers away.

The Giant Spirit Elephant sensed an immense crisis. This flame seemed capable of posing a tremendous threat to him. Without another word, he raised both hands. Under the influence of blood-vitality power and magic power, the enormous weapon in his grasp stretched to over a thousand meters long, sweeping viciously toward the two masses of flame.

The Giant Spirit Elephant's movements carried overwhelming force. As his club swept over, it moved with astonishing speed. Friction between the club and the air produced a deafening boom like exploding air. The air was forced aside, and a massive trail of shockwaves formed in the club's wake.

Rumble, rumble.

Seeing this, Dole controlled the flames and shifted them away.

The Giant Spirit Elephant's first swing struck empty air, followed immediately by a second, then a third.

Controlling the Duling Bone Flame was no easy task either. After shifting it two or three times, Dole's mental power became somewhat sluggish. The expenditure was considerable.

One mass of flame was struck by the Giant