Since the other party wants to kill him, then he will not show mercy, and simply beat him so that he doesn't even know his mother.

As for Baryl's threat, Leon is confident that he will be fine, as Baryl is just an ordinary wizard, not an abyssal demon.

"Yes, we do want to take you!" Belier smiled, "So, you better lie down obediently!" ”

Before he could finish speaking, his body suddenly shrunk, became shriveled and withered, like a deflated balloon, and instantly became shorter.

"I'm not an abyssal demon...... I'm not going to kill you, but I'm going to let you know that I, Belyl Fitz, aren't easy to bully! He roared in a gloomy voice, his eyes bloodshot, clearly carried away by hatred.

At the same time, Leon felt a strange wave coming from all around, quickly enveloping the entire building.

Is this soul power? Leon frowned slightly, feeling as if his spiritual world was wrapped in an invisible mass of matter, and Belier was wreaking havoc in this invisible realm.

If he could see Beryl's figure clearly, feel its position and specific state before, now he can barely see anything.

Beryl didn't say anything more, and seemed to be squeezing the last bit of his strength with all his might to cast spells.

Li Ang watched the changes quietly, but there was a faint doubt in his heart: "Could it be ...... Is it just stalling for time? ”

Although Balier was strong, far better than any wizard Leon had ever seen, Leon was not completely out of the way to deal with it.

For example, summon a giant serpent to fight the enemy; Another example is to use a "death prophecy". In the Agras Mountains, he used this trick to defeat the Dark Knight; Not to mention now.

Unfortunately, this is too expensive, and even if you succeed in escaping, you will fall into a period of weakness. In addition, when he heard the word "Belier" just now, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and vaguely guessed who the owner behind Belier was.

This guy's name is Leon, who is said to be the servant of a certain wizard in ancient times, who specializes in curses and alchemy, has many strange magics, and even once controlled the will of half a plane.

However, Beryl only has a mediocre A-level soul strength, and even if he is really the subordinate of that "master", he will definitely not reach the level of a wizard.

Leon estimates that this guy is a cultist nine times out of ten, or rather, a pseudo-witch with many schools of thought, each performing its own duties, fighting each other, and having a detailed division of labor and extremely poor efficiency.

Most of the functions of this kind of existence are demagoguery, confusion, and brainwashing. For example, let believers engrave "the glory of wizards" in their bones, imprint "wizards are the only people worthy of fear in this world" into their souls, and so on, so that believers blindly worship wizards.

In addition, there are also some pseudo-witches who focus on studying wizards and creating sorcery, and will use various secret rituals, runes, and magic circles to speed up the process of transforming "faith", so as to increase the loyalty of "believers".

Beryl's skills are not very good, but his methods are quite vicious, and Leon does not dare to risk letting him stun himself.

He raised his finger to the sky and silently recited the incantation, preparing to unleash a fire spell.

"Hey! Gremlin! What do you want to do! "I advise you not to act rashly, or you will be in ruin!" ”

Leon turned a deaf ear, gathered his spirit, and unleashed a spell.

In an instant, the wind surged, the sand flew away, and the sky darkened.

Dark clouds obscured the moon, shrouding the city in a pitch-black haze, and dim lights lit up on both sides of the streets, illuminating the trees and houses along the roadside.

It's business as usual, nothing special.

However, Leon knew that this was not a façade.

The night after the dark clouds was not quiet, but there were many noises mingling in the air, like thousands of swarms of bees.

Immediately afterward, a blazing arc of electricity fell from the sky, slashed at the corner of the street, and exploded on the hard green brick floor, scorching earth and debris flying.

Leon narrowed his eyes.

A large number of images appeared in his retina, dense electric light, raging thunder, the pungent smell of sulfur, and the roaring flames......

This is......

Leon chuckled in his heart, and immediately thought that these terrifying scenes were not hallucinations, but that his spiritual power was pulled by something and attached to the night behind the dark clouds, thus producing all kinds of images.

"Don't be afraid, imp."

"These are just illusions—your spiritual power is being pulled and spreading, and the spells that combine my curse and alchemy materials are continuing to eat away at your soul until you are destroyed...... You're about to be reduced to a pile of ruins! ”

Leon was silent for a few seconds, a smile on his lips.

"Oh, I see." He said leisurely, "The so-called 'soul touch'...... Is it the witchcraft that cultists like you use to curse others and disturb their spirits? ”

Beryl snorted coldly, "You don't need to know so much, soon you will know how tragic your end is!" ”

Leon shook his head, "I'm sorry, I don't like your curse. ”

Before he could finish speaking, a wisp of gray smoke wafted out of his forehead, rising higher and higher, gradually turning into a vague blue flower.

"Huh?" Baryl frowned, "Can you resist my curse?" A wizard who can repel the Dark Knight......"

Li Ang smiled, raised his hand and waved out silver runes, which were connected into a string to form a "Ring of Protection", blocking in front of him.

"You don't think you can stop me with this thing, do you?" Beryl scoffed.

"Of course." Leon replied as a matter of course, "Your attack power is not strong enough to pose a mortal danger to me, and you are only one person, so it is impossible for you to break through both defensive magic and imprison magic ......"

"You're wrong." "I'm not alone, I still have helpers." ”

With its words, the thick black mist churned and boiled, turning into a hideous and twisted black dragon phantom, and pounced with teeth and claws.

Li Ang's pupils contracted suddenly, and he was devoured by the black dragon in the next second.

Beryl laughed, "You don't understand at all...... Belch...... What is it?! ”

Under its shocked gaze, the black dragon suddenly stopped, its body curled up into a lump of mud, and it slipped to the ground on its stomach, completely losing its movement.

Its shell was still wriggling violently, but, with each twitch, it would disintegrate from the inside into rotting muscles, and then quickly return to its original form, continuing to struggle, continuing to decay, always maintaining a single movement—its body was like a giant capsule made of countless cells, constantly crumbling and repairing.

In just a few seconds, the huge black dragon turned into a wreckage all over the ground.