Voldemort gritted his teeth. When had he, the Dark Lord, ever suffered such humiliation?
He slashed his wand through the air, using the green light of the Killing Curse to drag the five fading electric rainbows aside, sending the rainbows, the electrical net, and the green light exploding together.
That was combat experience at work.
With his hands freed, Voldemort squeezed every last drop of magical energy out of Quirrell.
Voldemort favored the Killing Curse because it made slaughter convenient, and because he disdained those insignificant ants.
But that did not mean the Dark Lord really knew nothing but mindlessly casting Avada Kedavra to kill, kill, kill.
A great mass of black mist surged out of his body again, swiftly enveloping him. This was an application of the water element.
Delighted at breaking the shield, Shawn pressed his advantage and slashed his sword into the mist. It parted, but he felt no resistance.
He had hit absolutely nothing!
Then Voldemort's voice came from above, laden with conflicting emotions.
"Shameless Shawn, you are indeed a genius, but you have no idea what true power is!"
"I will give you one final chance. Submit to me, and I will grant you eternal life!"
Shawn looked up and saw Voldemort floating overhead, wrapped in billowing black mist.
Behind him, a dense mass of black light was steadily contracting, filling Shawn's heart with dread.
The bastard was definitely charging up a big move.
Shawn knew villains died from talking too much. He did not bother answering, whether Voldemort was trying to persuade him or merely stall.
"Old dog! Don't think you're the only one who can fly!"
Shawn cursed loudly. Magical energy surged through him, forming a protective layer over his body like a crust of electricity.
A halo of light also appeared behind