The Blue Great Fish was enormous and plump, with horizontal tail fins and two ventral fins like giant oars. Its entire body was covered in dreamlike blue-white Runes. As the Runes flowed, they released wave after wave of blue ripples that spread outward in every direction from the fish.
The Little Witch was hiding within the fish's belly.
She was still half-wrapped in that black cloak. Against the fish's translucent skin, the black of the cloak had originally stood out sharply. But as the Little Witch's breathing grew steadier, the blue surrounding her became denser and more dazzling. Before long, that black mark vanished from everyone's sight.
All that remained in the hall was a Blue Great Fish floating halfway in the void.
The four wizards leaped onto the fish's back.
When the demonic aura permeating the hall collided with the blue waves radiating from the fish, it was like boiling oil meeting cold water. It exploded in all directions, and wherever the splatters landed, clusters of icy flames sprang up.
Anyone touched by those flames would turn into a spray of ice chips in moments. Nikita personally saw an Old Lich carelessly brush a corner of his robe against an icy flame. In the blink of an eye, the flame raced from his hem to his neck, then bored into his tightly packed features.
After one shriek, the Old Lich fell silent. A crystalline blue sheen spread across his face, like profound ice from the deep sea. Some of the liches clustered around the hall frantically dodged this undeserved disaster.
But even more liches had savage blood-red lights flickering in their eyes:
"Don't let them get away!"
"Catch those little brats!!"
"Leave me two pounds of ribs!"
"I'm making wiz-ard-brain soup!!!"
Shrieks and fury blended together, throwing the entire