"Stupid!" Voldemort laughed angrily at Ivan's remarks, and he admitted that it was great that the little wizard in front of him could do this, but he wanted to make up for the gap in strength with this alone?

Are you kidding?

Ivan ignored Voldemort's taunts and tried to manipulate the unicorn towards Voldemort.

The white light and shadow stepped in the air, without gravity and physical limitations, Cecilia was as fast as a white lightning!

"10,000 bullets!" Voldemort raised his wand, and hundreds of large pieces of rubble rose in the air around him, and as the wand fell, the stones of various sizes made a piercing sound in the air and shot down in front of him.

It was also a volley of 10,000 bullets, and in Voldemort's hands, the power was almost several times that of Ivan's release!

This is still when Voldemort is so weak that his strength is not one in ten...

The indiscriminate range of strikes allowed Ivan to hide behind the collapsed stone pillar once again, concentrating on controlling the unicorn shadow.

The white illusory figure seemed to not exist at all, and these sharp stones of different sizes pierced straight out of the unicorn's body, bringing up wisps of transparent smoke....

Seeing that his spell was useless, Voldemort waved his wand and laid more than a dozen magic barriers around his body.

However, these improvised defenses did not do the slightest.

In the next moment, this white illusory light and shadow had passed through the layers of magical barriers and arrived in front of Voldemort.

Although the previous sharp stones and magic barriers all indicated that the unicorn in front of him seemed to be a false phantom, Voldemort did not dare to relax in the slightest, the thick black mist had already wrapped his body, and the tip of his wand was burning fiercely!

However, the fierce fire that could incinerate everything did not take effect this time, and half of the unicorn's body passed directly through it, and the black mist produced some obstacles, but it was obviously too late...

A pair of hooves fell heavily on Voldemort's body, and the chest cavity was visibly concave, and Voldemort's body was instantly knocked out by the huge force, and it crashed straight into the pillar in the distance.

The strange fire attached to the unicorn's form the moment it manifested, and the body constructed by the magic power spread out again into wisps of white streamer, and then gathered back to its original form, as if the fire spell had no effect on it.

But Ivan, as the controller, felt that most of the magic in his body was instantly drained, his head was dizzy, and he almost fell to his knees.

At the same time, the best time to pursue is lost...

By the time he came to his senses and looked at the place where Voldemort had fallen, the grotesque figure had already stood up.

The black robe draped over Voldemort's body had become tattered at this time, and the robe on top of his head had been lifted open, revealing the top of his head full of skin wrinkles and no hair, and the exposed skin could faintly see burn marks.

What's more, the black mist is constantly seeping out of the bare skin, so that the sternum collapses, and Voldemort still shows no signs of death.

This life is so hard that Ivan is staggered, this is not dead!

"You're damned!" Being made so miserable by a first-year wizard, Voldemort has lost his mind a little at this time, and raising his hand is the best Avada Curse!

The dazzling green light pierced through the white light and shadow in front of him until Ivan himself,

Unfortunately, this kind of directional spell was the best thing for Ivan to deal with, after all, he just had to hide behind cover again.

Unable to avoid Voldemort using a wide range of spells to attack indiscriminately, Ivan manipulated the unicorn shadow to attack again.

It's still the same routine, the unicorn turns into light and gallops, and any magic that Voldemort casts is useless in front of it, only the mysterious black fog can play a certain role in blocking it.

Voldemort, who was aware of this, also began to fight desperately, and the black mist that was originally used to defend his body all poured out, faintly forming a narrow snake shadow, and under the entanglement, the white light and shadow could not get close for a while.

Seeing that Voldemort was about to clean himself up, Ivan saw that the situation was not good, took out two round irregular objects from the wizard's robe, and threw them forward.

"Divided!" Voldemort didn't have the courage to let this thing get closer, and his backhand was a splitting spell that blew the two round objects apart!

However, what Voldemort didn't expect was that after the two things exploded, they also contained a yellow viscous liquid inside, which sprinkled in all directions like raindrops, and some of them landed on the top of his head and clothes.

Voldemort was still a little worried about whether the liquid would be a poison that could corrode the human body, but he soon found that he did not feel any discomfort on his body.

It's just that this smell stinks amazingly. It seems to be... Feces?

Voldemort's mind was in a daze, he had never encountered such a situation in battle, but then the anger of being humiliated!

"Are you just going to do these disgusting little tricks?" Voldemort said angrily, and the black mist serpent that held the unicorn shadow in its back almost disintegrated.

"I'll have a lot of little tricks, how about trying this?" Ivan was keenly aware of this and decided to make further efforts, and with a flick of his wand, a purple ray of light shot out, hitting Voldemort, who was not protected by a black mist and had difficulty moving.

"Fear is coming!"

Voldemort, who was extremely angry, experienced fear in an instant, because he found that his body, which was barely supported by magic, could no longer bear the pressure, and began to atrophy and age from the palm of his hand, and his skin and bones kept cracking and collapsing...

"What kind of magic is this?" Voldemort was horrified to find that his immortal soul was beginning to die...

No way! How could the soul of oneself who possessed the Horcrux die out?

Voldemort soon sensed that something was wrong with his state, and by the time he realized this, the Fear Curse had been lifted, and his body had reverted to its original decayed form...

Seeing that Voldemort easily broke free from the fear curse, Ivan was not the slightest surprise, in fact, if it weren't for the Dark Lord's strength declining to the extreme at the moment, and the scene he constructed happened to be the death that Voldemort was most unwilling to face, I am afraid that it would not have taken effect at all.

But the two or three seconds of delay were enough, and the unicorn shadow had broken through the black mist, and the spiraling horns on its head pierced through its heart, the tip of which ran through its back with scarlet blood, pushing Voldemort all the way towards the burning wall.