As they spoke, the vampire, whose demeanor and bearing exuded the air of a human nobleman, had already reached the depths of the cave. A flash of crimson light in his eyes, and he had already spotted the young lich:
"Don't be afraid, child, come to me..."
The short staff was swung, creating a streak of azure light.
A flash of light, brimming with Psionic Energy, disappeared in an instant, and the young lich in the cave vanished without a trace.
The vampire abruptly turned his head, his noble elegance vanishing completely. He looked at the crippled lich following closely behind him, only to see that she had placed her hands on the magic circles on the rock walls on either side, continuously pouring in surging Psionic Energy, while her already thin body began to visibly wither away.
Upon seeing this, the vampire asked sternly:
"What exactly do you mean? Why did you teleport her away?"
She teleported herself away.
"What are you doing?!"
"Spellcast, you fool!"
The crippled, dying lich laughed maniacally; his vampire instincts told him that immense danger was closing in.
However, he was unable to break through the magic array of a great lich in a short time; he could only sense the danger but could not understand what the other party was doing.
Black, massive wings began to unfurl, and he flashed past the old lich, about to transform into a shadow and leave.
But at that moment, the vampire felt a powerful suction force coming from behind. The thousands of monsters surrounding the cave were pulled by an invisible hand towards the cave entrance halfway up the mountain, sealing it off and severing the connection between the darkness inside and outside the cave.
The terrified vampire and the utterly deranged lich locked eyes.
"What the hell is this thing?!"
"Let Master Yiwenni tell you, this magic circle is called— Psionic Energy Implosion!"
The soft moonlight still falls on every inch of the ground, and tonight four mountain peaks have been erased from the map of the Demon Realm.
A lich's desperate attack, burning all his Psionic Energy, brought about terrifying destruction. Even though the world had lost its order and monsters were everywhere, in that instant, a space devoid of any life appeared in the world.
Countless invisible splattered blood mists began to spontaneously gather, and drops of blood coalesced into trickles that flowed into a hemispherical crater hundreds of meters deep. From above, these scarlet streams looked like blood vessels distributed on the whites of eyes.
At the bottom of the giant pit, a Blood Pool of thick blood gradually formed. As the bubbles burst and the ripples dissipated, a skeleton stood up from within it.
The level of the Blood Pool began to drop rapidly, and new flesh and skin, starting from the ankles, attached to the skeleton like grapevines and continued to grow upwards.
In just a few breaths, the Blood Pool beneath his feet had dried up and turned gray, and Wens was standing once again on the territory of the Demon Realm, but all the numerous clans that had accompanied him were gone.
The vampire, his face grim, spread his enormous black wings and disappeared into the night sky above the Blood Pool.
There's good news: Willow's teleportation destination isn't in the sea or among the rocks.
There's bad news: the destination is in the air.
In an unprecedented long-distance teleportation, even the slightest deviation can have a huge impact on the landing point, and Willow is clearly not a lich who can control Psionic Energy well.
The extremely high wind speeds from the near-free fall prevented Willow from inhaling any air. She opened her mouth and was forced to take a large gulp, feeling as if her lungs and stomach were about to explode. She then began coughing incessantly as she fell.
As her body convulsed, Willow was absolutely certain of one thing: if she didn't do something, she would become the first lich in history to die from a fall.
If she happens to be the last lich in the world, then the way this race was wiped out will become a lasting joke.
As the ground drew closer, the young lich felt his mind growing increasingly empty and his thoughts slowing down.
Fortunately, she came up with a technique, although it wasn't the most suitable for the current situation, it was the only one that could be performed and take effect in a short time—" Skin Hardening "!
The young lich crashed to the ground like a stone statue, leaving behind a huge, muffled crater large enough to perfectly replicate a life-size wax figure.
Struggling to climb out of the pit, the lich glanced around and, seeing no signs of activity, straightened his clothes and his two most important items: a short staff inlaid with a blue hexagonal gem and a thick notebook containing all the research results of his teacher and himself.
After confirming that nothing had been missed and that she was temporarily safe, she finally had time to carefully observe her surroundings, trying to pinpoint her location by looking at some particularly conspicuous mountains or building complexes.
However, under the silver moonlight, one could not see the slightest trace of human or any intelligent life activity in the surrounding area.
If there was anything left that could attract her attention on the vast wilderness, it was only the alluring flowers, each with a diameter longer than her own height.
Giant, colorful flowers of all shapes and sizes bloomed all the way to the sky. Their colors and patterns were irregular, and the young lich could not find any two flowers of the same kind, nor could he determine his current location based on his knowledge base.
Although these Aberration plants couldn't move, she sensed a faint but palpable killing intent emanating from them.
The lich found an open space, several meters away from the surrounding giant flowers. In case of any unexpected events, she could run away while also casting a few useful minor spells on herself.
She sat down on the spot, opened the first page of the thick notebook in her hand, and saw the map simply sketched with charcoal.
An endless ocean envelops a vast landmass roughly shaped like the letter "Г", with islands dotting the landscape.
The upper right side of the character "Г" was marked with a black line in charcoal. The lich knew this was the Demon Realm, the terrifying hell he had just escaped from.
Beyond the Demon Realm are two roughly equal powers, positioned north and south. The one in the south is depicted as a rudimentary gear, while the one in the north is represented by an infinity symbol with two different eyes.
Further west, in a smaller area, is a simple line drawing of an insect with huge eyes...
So where am I right now?
As the lich fell into deep thought, she suddenly heard a rustling sound. She raised her head and looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a humanoid creature peeking out from the nearest giant flower.
Although she had never actually seen a human, Willow knew that humans and liches shared certain physical similarities. The humanoid monster in front of her had two enormous eyes that filled its entire face, providing almost no blind spots. Below the eyes was a mutated mouth that opened and closed from side to side.