Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1213 - 802: Lanci’s Blood Moon Bad World Finale

Third Ancestor Duke Rashar faced the dazzling sun.

His expression shifted from initial shock to gradually become one of anger and dissatisfaction.

Without waiting for Rashar to react, the four members of the Great Demon Clan had already seized the opportunity to attack.

Pranay's eyes dissipated with silvery mist, seeing through every intricacy of Rashar's spellcasting, predicting in advance and directing the Great Demon Clan to launch precise attacks.

Sinola's counter-spells entwined like a spider's web around the half-constructed magic of Rashar, dissolving it one by one.

The speed of Rashar's spellcasting sharply slowed, becoming erratic and unstable.

"Please have a seat, leave the rest to us."

Antanas stayed right beside Lanci, weaving a translucent chair out of magic power for him.

"Antanas, you really are a useful demon."

Lanci complimented Antanas.

"Ehehe."

Antanas, not knowing why Lanci praised her, was still happily scratching the back of her head.

She leaned down to touch the ground, and a Boundary Shield unfolded on the Blood King Palace Square, blocking all the residual impacts outside.

Under her protection, Lanci was as if in an impregnable fortress.

The strongest Bingxue Witch among the four Great Demon Clan members had pupils entirely turned icy blue, like two cold stars. Thousands of ice crystals took shape around her, then like a torrential rain of steel needles, they shot towards Rashar.

Countless icy blue light beams cut through the sky, landing accurately on Rashar's body.

"You are all so despicable!"

Third Ancestor Duke Rashar gritted his teeth. A cocoon of blood mist instantly expanded around him, enveloping him within an energy sphere.

Most of the icy rain of crystals struck the moment they hit Rashar's defenses, shattering like hitting an invisible wall, dispersing into a sky full of glittering crystals, but a few still struck vital points, provoking Rashar's roar of rage.

Meanwhile, Bingxue Witch's magic power coursed through Sinola and Pranay, continuously healing them, the vanguard and mid-defense.

Facing the fierce onslaught of the four Great Demon Clan members, Rashar, whose strength was reduced to one-tenth, about equivalent to Eighth-order combat power, began to struggle.

Although Bingxue Witch felt that ganging up was a bit against the martial ethics, strictly speaking, the four of them were considered as summons, so this could be regarded as a fair one-on-one fight.

"With such feeble attacks, you think you can hurt me? You're far from it!"

As a Ninth-order spiritual mage of the Blood Clan, Rashar was well versed in combat, his manipulation of magic power was at a transcendent level.

Rashar knew that to turn the tide of battle, the primary task was to destroy that sun.

As long as the sun summon remained, he could never regain his full strength.

Thus, he began to focus all his spiritual power, attempting to control the surrounding blood mist, turning it into sharp arrows, aiming at Lanci, who was protected by the Great Demon Clan members.

Dark mist surged around Rashar, writhing like living creatures.

Gradually, they gathered, becoming thicker and finally turning into sharp black arrows spiraling in the air.

Rashar's eyes turned blood-red, and veins throbbed on his forehead.

Finally, under Rashar's manipulation of magic power, countless black arrows moved so fast their paths were almost invisible, leaving behind trails of afterimages as they arched upwards.

They carried Rashar's hatred and resolve, vowing to puncture that sun.

"Too obvious."

But the four Great Demons had long seen through Rashar's intentions, Antanas and Bingxue Witch cast Boundary Shields in advance, firmly protecting the sun.

No matter how Rashar tried, he could not shake it in the slightest.

Rashar's pupils constricted, watching his black arrows collapse helplessly before the light.

He clenched his teeth, once again gathering blood mist to form a denser barrage of arrows, launching a second round of attack toward the sun.

The result was still deeply disappointing to him.

All of his attacks were easily crushed by the two defense-specialized members of the Great Demon Clan, without exception.

Rashar's complexion grew increasingly grim, his forehead beading with sweat the size of beans.

What animal brings along four supports for mutual protection, with two healers among them?

He felt all his attacks were in vain.

They were recovering faster than him.

"Master Xia, you are truly cunning."

Lanci silently stood to the side, his verdant eyes calm as still water beneath the silver-white mask.

He seemed to understand everything, quietly waiting for the final outcome.

"Lankros!"

Rashal faced Lanci's taunts but was unable to touch him in the slightest.

The battle escalated to a fever pitch, leaving the entire square in ruins.

The ground was uneven with pits and craters, some cracks so deep they almost led to Hell.

The surrounding buildings of the square didn't escape damage either.

Pillars collapsed, walls crumbled, as if they had experienced an earthquake.

The air was filled with a pungent dust smell, and Shining Virtue piercing through the dust made Blood Moon City look especially dim.

The night sky flashed with thunder, and the wind howled.

Streaks of blood-colored lightning crossed the sky, snaking like enormous serpents.

The thunder roared like war drums as if gods were bellowing in rage.

Rashar could block the Interference Spells cast from beyond the barrier, leaving the Pope unaffected.

Even after triggering the Pope's Spiritual Fissure kill move, he just looked naively at him as one would look at a fool.

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Just as the Pope had said, he truly became a different person.

Whenever Rashar tried to predict Lanci's next move, he found that his spell mechanics had already been seen through.

This feeling of being controlled gave Rashar an unprecedented sense of defeat and humiliation.