Chapter 309: Frozen

When Richard Medici emerged from the 'Necropolis' magic tower, his mood was indescribable. The confidence of a Medici, the arrogance that looked down upon all living beings, and the fury and murderous intent toward a half-breed who dared to covet the Medici family's assets were all crushed to dust under that overwhelming power.

But where had this monster come from? What was its connection to that Andrew Li Wieldenstein? Judging by its form, it was a half-human, half-dragon female, perhaps an extremely powerful dragon-blooded sorcerer?

Able to kill the first-level legendary shadow Edmund Basque in two strikes, and severely wound the second-level legendary lich Lind Amos in an instant, breaking through the magic tower's defenses—could this be a demigod? A demigod-level dragon-blooded sorcerer?

But Richard was certain that this figure was none of the demigods he knew. When had such a great being appeared in Atlanta? Why was there no sign or trace? Or was it a failure of the family's intelligence network?

Just as Richard's mind was filled with chaotic thoughts, the holy artifact he carried suddenly sensed a faint spatial fluctuation behind him. This startled him greatly. Though Richard Medici had little real combat experience since birth, at this moment he accurately judged his situation.

—That suspected demigod had pursued him and arrived right behind him!

Richard almost without hesitation tore open another 'Hecate's Gate' scroll, teleporting himself a thousand miles away again. But the aura following him clung like a shadow, and the distance between them not only failed to widen but was rapidly closing.

Richard was forced to tear open four scrolls in succession, escaping six thousand miles away. But by then he was at the end of his rope, unable to produce any more legendary-level spatial magic scrolls, while the deadly killing intent behind him had closed to within arm's reach.

"Truth Light!"

With this slightly aged incantation, a dazzling beam of light suddenly struck from the distant void. The pure white radiance, filled with magical energy and mysterious truth, was something even Li Mochen could not ignore.

But unlike before, he now held a holy artifact-level magic staff in his hand. The next moment, as the gem at the top of the platinum scepter shone with brilliance, a seven-colored barrier appeared before him.

This was the magic 'Rainbow Guard' that the legendary lich had fixed within this holy artifact platinum scepter, and now Li Mochen also mobilized all the energy from the magic pools within the 'Necropolis' magic tower.

Yet even this could not resist the white beam; the outer layer of 'Rainbow Guard' was disintegrating inch by inch. But for Li Mochen, this was enough—he had accurately identified and firmly locked onto the source of that pure white beam.

"Boom!"

In the void, another loud sound suddenly erupted, carrying vast magical energy that dispersed in all directions. An eight-story magic tower located here began to shake violently, and the outer spatial membrane suddenly developed numerous cracks.

Inside the demiplane beneath this magic tower, Richard Medici, who had been rejoicing in his narrow escape, looked up in terror, his eyes filled with fear.

These scenes instinctively reminded him of the moment when the 'Necropolis' magic tower's planar membrane was shattered.

Could it be that even his teacher, Douglas Duncan—a fifth-level legendary mage—could not resist that being?

"Boom!"

Another thunderous sound came from outside the planar membrane, causing the spiderweb-like cracks to expand further, covering a small half of the demiplane. This strike felt like a blow to Richard's heart, nearly stopping it.

"Calm down!"

As this soothing voice sounded, a phantom figure appeared beside the purple-robed youth. It was an old man in white robes, with thick, unkempt hair and beard.

"Richard, I need you to go preside over the magic arrays on the fourth and fifth floors, to help defend against the temporal and spatial incursions around us. This is a powerful demigod skilled in the use of time and space! By the way, who did you provoke this time?"

"I don't know!"

Richard replied, his face pale. He took out a magic wand and waved it in front of him, intending to go to the magic altar on the fourth floor of the magic tower. But whether due to excessive panic, he failed three times in a row, and only succeeded on the fourth attempt, finally entering the interior of the magic tower.

By the time he set foot on the altar, the eight-story magic tower had already endured twelve bombardments, successfully covering more than half of the spatial membrane with cracks. If not for the repeated spells of the legendary mage at the top of the tower to repair it, this membrane, which bore the outer defense, would have long since shattered.

Meanwhile, above the demiplane, the battle was raging fiercely. The legendary mage had already summoned three legendary 'Gelugons', who were wielding their great axes, hooked scythes, and flails, striking toward 'Hazel'.

The latter did not divert much attention to defend. The black calamity flames around her expanded, covering an area of two kilometers, enveloping the entire demiplane where the magic tower existed. Part of it even condensed into near-solid form, directly transforming into swords, spears, and halberds, engaging in fierce combat with these Gelugons.

Li Mochen's entire mind was still focused on the eight-story magic tower ahead. The master of this tower possessed magical attainments surpassing those of a legendary lich, and his strength was even comparable to those mid-to-upper-tier Mahayana cultivators in the Primordial Dome. He effortlessly conjured various powerful spells, and his casting speed was extremely fast.

At that moment, inside the magic tower, a beam of magical light projected not far in front of him, manifesting the image of an old man in white robes.

"Madam, I am Douglas Duncan, a councilor of the Supreme Council of the European Magic Association. I do not know how my disciple has offended you, but I believe we can talk—"

"Boom!"

Li Mochen responded directly with a heavy punch, not only shattering another legendary spell, 'Annihilation Orb', cast by the opponent, but also causing the eight-story magic tower to tremble violently again.

"Madam, I have no intention of being your enemy, and I am willing to pay a certain price for reconciliation."

A cold light flashed in the white-robed old man's eyes as he continued to persuade: "There is no need for this, is there? You cannot break my defense for now, and my reinforcements will arrive at any moment. The magical tide generated by our battle will soon alert the great beings nearby—"

Is that so?

Li Mochen's lips curled coldly, with endless mockery. Then he punched out fiercely again. At this moment, countless electric currents surged from the Platinum Scepter, coiling around his arm.

"Chaos Barrier! You cannot—this is impossible!"

The old man's voice abruptly stopped, and his pupils contracted into pinpoints.

The barrier formed by chaotic power did not materialize, and Li Mochen's demigod might completely pierced through and shattered the outer membrane of the magic tower.

But just as Li Mochen, controlling Hazel's body, prepared to go deeper, the legendary mage named Douglas Duncan decisively waved his staff.

"Time Freeze!"

In that instant, the outer layer of this demiplane suddenly 'froze' and 'solidified'.