Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1214 - 802: Lanci’s Blood Moon Bad World Final - _2

Artemis manipulated the ice crystals, creating a layer of ice beneath Rashar's feet, making it difficult for him to stand steadily and increasingly restricting his range of movement.

Whenever Third Ancestor Duke Rashar attempted to cast a spell, he would be interrupted by Sinola's counter-calculation, making it impossible for him to concentrate.

Antanas, full of mischief, summoned transparent barrier walls, trapping Rashar within them.

Each time Rashar tried to break through the barrier, he would be bounced back, looking extremely awkward.

"Sinola, you're the main force, fight well and don't let Antanas influence you."

Pranay always observed coldly from the sidelines, directing like a head teacher, as he could see through all of Rashar's psychological activities,

"Artemis, I'm sorry to make you see this."

he apologized.

"It's okay."

Artemis had rarely fought together with the other Great Demons a century ago.

But he had long since become accustomed to their personalities, as the Snow Witch.

Whenever Rashar harbored a shred of luck or despair, Pranay would timely remind the Great Demons to tailor their actions precisely to quash Rashar's thoughts completely.

The four Great Demons played with Rashar effortlessly, their combined offensive and defensive strategies leaving Rashar in a flurry of chaos.

Rashar finally recognized the reality of the situation.

If he did not shatter the sun at the instant the opponent released it, he would never get the chance to touch the sun again.

The Civil Officials among the Great Demons couldn't put together a pure output, but all of them were jugglers of tricks; with his weakened state, any spell sent their way was anticipated, countered, and also blocked by a double-layer shield, making it impossible to reach the sun.

Gradually, Rashar began to mentally break down.

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"Lankros! You creature without the soul of a Mage!"

Third Ancestor Duke Rashar roared hoarsely.

He was covered in injuries, his robes torn and full of burn marks.

"Put away those damned Summons of yours!"

Rashar's face was as white as paper, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins.

This style of combat reminded Rashar of the legendary Ninth-order Great Demon – Satiya of Despair.

Standing before that being, there were only two possibilities: either it was absolutely impossible to defeat, or it was absolutely certain to defeat, with no other uncertainties!

Now, he was feeling that terrifying pressure of being oppressed by Summons to the point of being unable to resist.

"Clearly, I am the Summoner with the most soul of Summoners."

Lanci responded logically.

He had initially told Rashar that he was not Lankros.

So Rashar could not define his profession.

The four Great Demons were calm and composed, their clothes still in pristine condition, even wearing a hint of a playful smile on their faces.

"This is great, I can even fight Ninth-order now."

They seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the battle, reveling in Rashar's pain and despair.

After Lanci summoned that dazzling sun, Duke Rashar became like a beast trapped and deprived of its claws, struggling desperately under their siege.

"Artemis, I'll need you to seal him later."

"No problem."

Under Pranay's command, numerous crystal-clear ice crystals orbited around Snow Witch.

The icicles sparkled with a ghastly blue light, emanating a bone-chilling cold.

Rashar's blood mist attacked, and Artemis controlled the ice and snow, transforming it into sharp ice arrows, striking back at Rashar head-on.

As the ice crystals collided with the blood mist, a harsh screeching sound erupted, like millions of wild beasts battling.

When the ice crystals and blood mist were at a stalemate, Counter Magic Lord Sinola entered the fray.

She danced lightly with her scythe, her fingertips sparkling with the brilliance of Counter Magic, and the blood mist that originally condensed into arrows began to gradually crumble into particles of black dust, dissipating into the air.

Rashar's face changed dramatically, as he could vividly feel his offensive being gradually dismantled by the enemy Mage.

With no other choice, Rashar had to divert his attention and attempted to directly attack Lanci, switching to offense as his defense, to buy himself a breathing space.

He gathered the remaining blood mist, transforming it into dozens of huge claws, lunging towards the rear of the four.

But Guardian Lord Antanas was well-prepared.

Her magic intertwined in the air into shields. The blood-colored claws collided with the light shields with a thunderous noise, the tips of the claws splattering blood mist, all of which were forced back.

Rashar's repeated assaults were flawlessly deflected by the perfect cooperation of the four Great Demons.

He lacked the support of the Ancestors of the Blood Clan and had to face the union of the Great Demons alone.

"Lankros!!"

Third Ancestor Duke Rashar felt powerless, both mentally and physically reaching the brink of collapse.

Rashar's offensive grew weaker, and his blood mist became increasingly thin.

His complexion was ghastly white, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes full of bloodshot veins.

However, even so, he clenched his teeth and refused to surrender.

In his view, as a Duke of the Ancestors of the Blood Clan, being defeated by mere four Civil Official Great Demons was a humiliation.

"You can continue to drag this on, but you won't be able to seal me, Lankros, you have lost the power to seal me!"

Rashar roared hoarsely, his voice barely recognizable.

"Do you really think this game isn't over yet?"

Lanci didn't care about Rashar's thoughts, lightly laughing as he looked at the magic card in his hand embellished with a floral imprint.

The time was almost right.

Indeed, it could end now.

At this moment, Lanci's smile didn't seem to stem from the long-held desire of Shadow World to corner the final formidable adversary, Third Ancestor Duke Rashar; rather, he simply felt happy looking at this Life Card.