Chapter 299: Solar Flare Burst

Above the high heavens, Naimi Xisi spread his wings and hovered over a thunderstorm cloud, the protective Rune lingering on the tips of his dragon claws rebounding all of Abu Longruisi's lightning.

"Little lizard, your lightning is stiffer than a lich's grin." Naimi Xisi lightly tapped his tail tip, the illusionary orb turning into a dodecahedral prism barrier that instantly enveloped the blue dragon. Abu Longruisi's breath refracted endlessly within the mirrored surfaces, finally forming a rainbow waterfall that poured over his own head, and caramel‑scented blue smoke drifted from the gaps in his scales.

The blue dragon's expression darkened: "Illusion? Aren't you a Juan Ce Long?"

Naimi Xisi snorted: "You think a Juan Ce Long is a fool who only predicts and uses Spellcraft?"

The blue dragon, enraged, swung his tail mace, and a portal in the sandstorm condensed three forty‑meter‑tall pseudo‑dragons. As one of the few magical prodigies among blue dragons, Abu Longruisi is highly proficient in both Plastic Energy and Spellcraft spells.

"Pseudo‑dragons? You intend to use those against me?" Naimi Xisi laughed heartily; despite their imposing size, together they are still inferior to Ba Su's decayed armored knight.

He tapped three times, unleashing three successive instant 【Malicious Transmutation】 that turned the three pseudo‑dragons into sheep, which fell from ten‑thousand‑meter altitude and smashed into mush.

"Any other tricks?" Naimi Xisi said leisurely.

Abu Longruisi's electric reservoir in his throat glowed like daylight, brewing a plasma torrent capable of vaporizing mountains. Yet this time Naimi Xisi didn't even attempt to dodge; after years of training, this level of Plastic Energy attack is essentially immune to him.

Seeing his terrifying breath strike the opponent as gently as a breeze, Abu Longruisi widened his eyes, wondering how the Juan Ce Long's defense could be so absurd.

Naimi Xisi's dragon wings traced arcs in the high sky, the Rune on his scales igniting with a bright azure glow as magic surged.

"Let us review the principles of stellar birth, Abu Longruisi." Naimi Xisi's voice carried scorching heat, a strong sense of danger enveloping the blue dragon.

Naimi Xisi's draconic chant materialized into tangible Rune chains, pinning Abu Longruisi in midair. The blue dragon struggled, spitting plasma breath, but the Juan Ce Long tapped his tail tip, turning it into countless glowing sparks.

As the dreadful incantation neared completion, Naimi Xisi's pupils glowed with supernova brilliance. He intertwined his forepaws into a sigil, and sand within a ten‑mile radius suddenly levitated into a Dyson‑sphere‑like geometric lattice, each facet refracting light of different wavelengths.

Eight-Circle Evocation spell — 【Solar Flare Burst】!!

"Warning, warning, correction protocol engaged—" the Tower Spirit's crimson eye alarm was drowned in the energy tide, "Magic Net overload detected, executing phase—"

The formation of 【Solar Flare Burst】 defied all spell conventions; the Plastic Energy amplified by a power gem seemed to pry open the secrets of physics. An infinitesimal point appeared.

In an instant, everything fell silent, scorching white light flooding the desert shadows.

Abu Longruisi's eyeballs carbonized first, and the blue dragon, horrified, realized his lightning energy was being transmuted into fusion fuel. When Naimi Xisi uttered the final Arcane Power syllable, a three‑hundred‑foot‑diameter sphere of light blossomed before the blue dragon's chest — energy compressed to its critical point.

The blue dragon's scales surged to 6,000 kelvin within 0.03 seconds; the liquid‑metal dragon blood vaporized into cobalt‑blue steam before a drop could fall. Ionized sand crystals formed a micro‑meteorite belt that ripped the dragon's wings into charred skeletons.

A pure white column, half a mile in diameter, pierced heaven and earth, its surface shimmering with a regular dodecahedral lattice. Every edge spewed rainbow‑colored particle streams, slicing passing sandstorm clouds into neat cubic air blocks. On the ground, the shattered armor of Iron‑jaw Fortress soldiers floated within, like insects trapped in amber; the metal assumed a bizarre semi‑transparent state under the absolute light. The surrounding ring‑shaped shockwave expanded as liquid light waves, its leading front condensing gusts that hurled every obstacle aside with incomparable force. The earth trembled, great sounds fell silent, and everything was suffused with endless white light.

"Boom—" the sound finally erupted.

The all‑penetrating explosion annihilated everything; although the casting point was aloft, the violent blast even reached the ground ten kilometers below. Over twenty living furnaces ran at full power, and the crimson spire's temporary mana shield barely held back the spell's aftershock.

But Abu Longruisi, at the explosion's core, was far less fortunate.

Falling from the sky, everything except the hard dragon skull turned to ash.

"Hmm, decent power." Naimi Xisi smacked his lips, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. This spell is probably the largest area‑of‑effect destructive weapon he can wield at this stage.

Taken alone, the spell's power clearly falls short of the Eye of Distortion, even other Eight‑Circle single‑target spells, and it didn't shatter the blue dragon's skull; yet on the battlefield it becomes an unstoppable weapon of destruction.

Just look at the Iron‑jaw Fortress soldiers and Undead turned to flying ash, and you'll understand.

In the unknown darkness, the entropy‑light prism exploded in Burei Fu's palm, and the Shadow Soul Prince's perpetually pallid cheek flushed with a sickly crimson. Three prism shards pierced his finger gaps, dark‑purple blood trailing along Saar's holy emblem pattern, etching a twisted weeping face onto the sand.

"Calculation error exceeds 400%," he mechanically repeated the Shadow City staff's terminology, the final image from the shadow demon statue still searing his retina.

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The explosion's power rivals Legendary spells; according to the intelligent Tower Spirit's calculations, there is an eighty‑percent chance it is an enhanced version of the Eight‑Circle spell 【Solar Flare Burst】.

But how could that be?

The Iron‑jaw Fortress's collapse resembled a farcical drama. Through the remnants of the monitoring spell circle, Burei Fu saw Lord Gulu Mak being dragged away by his elite guards; the Dark Sun holy emblem melted into lead‑like water under the intense light, dripping onto the lord's rear neck and scorching a charred blasphemous mark. San Ta Lin soldiers scattered like ants from a destroyed anthill, and a crippled priest used the Xirike Holy Scripture as a tourniquet — the black blood seeping from its pages mingled with spellfire ash, crawling across the ground to form the archaic character for "lie".

"Mission failed. Calculations indicate the success rate of defeating that giant dragon is only about 17.86%." The shadow demon statue beside Burei Fu uttered the stiff words.

The Shadow Soul Prince's fingernails dug deep into his palm. He recalled his father Tairamante Tanshu'er's parting warning: "Remember, we can afford to lose a battle, but not knowledge." Naimi Xisi's power displayed amid the mushroom cloud now holds greater strategic value than spellfire.

"Initiate Shadow Cocoon Protocol." Burei Fu commanded the three remaining shadow demon statues, his voice regaining a straight metallic timbre, "Prioritize collecting Arcane Aurora samples from the battlefield, disguise as natural magical phenomena." He removed the shattered entropy‑light prism, using shadow tendrils to reassemble the fragments into a recording device — the Magic Net tremor curve from Naimi Xisi's casting flickered between the pieces at a million‑times‑per‑second rate.

As the final batch of shadow demon statues slipped into the sea of sand, the Shadow Soul Prince gazed toward the ruins of the crimson spire. Naimi Xisi strolled across the glass‑hardened battlefield, his claws occasionally snagging fragments of San Ta Lin insignia from molten sand crystals, as casually as a child gathering shells. Wu Er Mu followed behind, spellfire coalescing in the youth's palm into a star‑map model.

"We shall meet again, Juan Ce Long," Burei Fu chuckled suddenly, his shadowed robe rustling in the radiative wind. He tore off the left side of his face, scarred by the prism's solar flare, revealing flowing dark‑silver fluid beneath: "Next time, I will be fully prepared."

(End of Chapter)