Neon's Big Tongue

Hiss!

A deafening sound, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue.

The iron pillars left behind in the market finally reached their limit and shattered.

Li Ziran looked up at the sky. Wind Blades kept breaking apart and reforming. All of Mading'er had become a sea of Wind Blades, and that bizarre ocean was devouring the last remnants of the slave civilization.

Jon was listless, his body covered in wounds of light. Even within the Elemental Vacuum Domain, he could still draw faint power from the Elemental Tide.

Clearly, the vacuum domain formed by the four of them was far from a true vacuum.

His torn wounds slowly healed, and every so often, his fists still blasted toward the sky, shaking out layer upon layer of cracks.

Although Nicole and the three Wind Archmages still controlled the situation, the decline brought on by prolonged combat had gradually begun to show. With elemental replenishment, Jon was beginning to emerge from his passive beating.

Li Ziran stared fixedly at Jon's chest. Whenever the Wind Blades tore open a wound, they always exposed that sapphire-blue baby.

This was what he wanted.

Obtaining it would give him the complete Sacrificial Curse. He needed that spell.

The Healing Curse had always been a skill Li Ziran pursued, and as a Witch Doctor, he had to master it.

What was more, for Li Ziran, who could not sense elements, this kind of inheritance that could directly transform into words and naturally take shape in his mind was even more precious.

Help Nicole!

Li Ziran made his decision in an instant. He had to do everything he could to suppress Jon.

Jon was powerful because of his special Magic Organ. It possessed the ability to absorb seventeen kinds of elements. Those elemental powers were shattered and recombined,