Dago no longer cared how much damage the Flame Core Air Bullet could inflict on Flax.
This time, he forcibly cast it before his mental power had fully recovered. The even more intense stabbing pain instantly twisted Dago's face.
Veins bulged across his forehead one after another, densely packed like tiny earthworms crawling over his face.
He spun around and roared at Ed, who was holding Herid, "Run! Get out of Third Street! Get out of the eastern district!"
After saying that, Dago descended from half a meter in the air. He staggered upon touching the ground, then ran without looking back.
The instant the Flame Core crashed into the sea of Blood Leeches, rising steam instantly transformed into crimson mist.
A blazing white gash suddenly tore through the dark red tidal wave of Blood Leeches. The Flame Core, carrying a heatwave capable of melting rock, fell through the opening.
Its tail flame dragged out an orange-red streak dozens of meters long. Like a giant missile hurled by ancient divine power, the air around it expanded violently, unleashing a thunderous roar.
The scorching core plowed a boiling trench through Third Street. The Blood Leeches were incinerated into golden sparks, leaving countless fleeting trails of fire in its wake as it sped forward.
A hundred meters ahead, Flax, the Formal Wizard clad in blood-red robes, saw the Flame Core charging toward him with world-destroying force. He could not help recalling the giant fireball that had bombarded him from the airship that night, and panic flashed across his face.
He hastily raised the Spine Wand in his hand. The shadow of Blood Leeches above his head erupted with scarlet light, condensing into a translucent protective barrier before him.
Yet the fist-sized Flame Core suddenly swelled several times larger the moment it broke