The Devouring Serpent, a species that should have gone extinct from the Red Soil Continent long ago, had appeared before him for no reason at all.
His heart was in turmoil, but he came to his senses in an instant. The Devouring Serpent belonged to the Ancient Clans and had long ceased to be suited to the current Elemental Tide. Revealing its true form so rashly would inevitably invite the Elemental Tide's rejection.
In ancient times, he would have fled in panic, but this was no longer the age when those Ancient Clans ran rampant. Their bodily traits had long been utterly incompatible with the Elemental Tide. This true form could now only exist within Derivative Space.
On the other hand, if he could use the terrain to kill this Devouring Serpent, its body itself would be an extraordinary material.
With that thought, the fear in his heart slowly faded, and greedy light swiftly filled his eyes.
His figure flashed, and surging flames rose behind him, instantly forming a sea of fire. Above that sea rose a crimson sun; wherever it passed, space itself sizzled and smoked from the burning.
Once the fire mage moved, the remaining mages naturally refused to lag behind.
The earth suddenly churned, forming a hand cast from mud that came crashing down.
Howling winds carried blade after blade of Wind Blade, weaving through the flames, while at the very center of those wind blades floated layer upon layer of oily green motes.
In an instant, dozens of spells blended together, borrowing strength from one another as they directly engulfed Li Ziran.
The savage might was overwhelming. Even someone unable to sense elements could tell just how destructive this combined force was.
The magic was fierce, yet the instant it touched Li Ziran's skin, it dissolved