Voldemort's voice rang throughout the arena, and everyone who knew them turned their eyes toward Harry Potter.
There really was an unclear, tangled connection between the two of them.
Was this the battle of destiny?
After Draco Malfoy took the field, Harry Potter knew that Voldemort would be his opponent.
So, upon hearing Voldemort's words, Harry Potter did not hesitate to fly out and land in the arena.
"Voldemort, you're right. It's time to settle our grievances."
Harry Potter had always wanted to kill Voldemort with his own hands.
He had originally thought Voldemort had died at Severus Snape's hands, leaving him with no chance.
Yet he had not expected to see the resurrected Voldemort again at a time like this.
Voldemort burst into laughter, drew his wand, and snapped his fingers at Harry Potter.
Three ghostly green beams of magic shot toward Harry Potter in an instant.
"Wind Wall Spell!"
A wall of wind formed by gale-force winds rose before him, blocking the incoming magic. Rather than dispersing, it swiftly collapsed into countless Wind Blades that swept toward Voldemort.
The battle began at that moment.
"Doomsday Storm!"
A magic circle flashed beneath his feet, and a magical storm of wind and fire spread after the countless Wind Blades, covering more than half the arena.
Harry Potter knew that such a magical attack could not possibly kill Voldemort.
Thus, the magic circle beneath Harry Potter's feet flashed again, and two Elemental Sprites appeared at his sides.
Unlike the cute Elemental Sprites he had seen before, the wind and fire Elemental Sprites that appeared now looked far more robust.
Hellfire burned, extinguishing the Doomsday Storm. Voldemort's figure flickered in and out of sight as he rapidly closed in, only to appear a hundred meters away in the blink of an eye.