I traveled through time and space and became the Archbishop of Stormwind!

"It's my turn, bastard!"

Alvin had already stabilized his body and pointed his staff directly at Koruk!

This time, there was no dazzling light, no deafening roar, only an extremely obscure but destructive and targeted silver-blue arcane energy, like an invisible spiritual spear, which instantly crossed the space and fiercely nailed into Koruk's body!

"Uhhh-!!!"

Koruk suddenly let out a scream that was not like a human voice, a mixture of severe pain and extreme horror.

This is not a physical attack, nor is it an attack of holy or shadow magic!

"Mana Burning!"

Alvin got angry and thought, since you are going to suck my magic away anyway, I might as well not have this magic power anymore and burn your magic power dry!

That blue energy was like the most domineering source of fire, accurately poured into the surging pool of evil magic in Koruk's body, which was like a boiling oil pan!

"boom--!!!"

Koruk felt as if an invisible magic furnace was ignited inside his body!

The fel energies and magic powers filled with destructive power that he relied on for survival and was proud of were no longer docile weapons, but had become violent fuel that would backfire on its master.

Severe pain came, as if countless red-hot steel needles were piercing and burning wildly in every magic circuit and every evil energy node of his. The pain penetrated deep into his bones and reached his soul.

The fel energy coursing through his body was completely out of control, surging through his meridians like a wild horse, tearing at his flesh. The blood vessels beneath his skin felt like green magma flowing, bulging and throbbing, as if ready to burst at any moment!

What frightened him the most was that he could clearly feel that the magic power he had accumulated with great effort was being burned, vaporized, and turned into nothingness by the blue flames at a terrifying speed.

It's like pouring a bucket of ice water into boiling lava, and it evaporates instantly.

His sense of power disappeared rapidly like the receding tide, replaced by an unprecedented, deep-rooted sense of emptiness.

"No... Stop! You... damn... Priest! What kind of evil spell is this?!"

Koruk hunched over in pain, clutching his chest tightly with both hands, which felt like it was burned by an iron. His skinny body trembled violently, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead.

He was horrified to discover that this magic called "Mana Burning" could actually be cast continuously. At this moment, Alvin was continuously casting spells at him. The silver-blue flame burned more vigorously and devoured the magic power faster and faster!

Alvin clenched his teeth, his face was pale, veins bulged on his forehead, he maintained the direction of the staff, and continuously released "Mana Burning"!

In fact, he was also burning the last of his magic power. Although the consumption of mana burning was not large, under the current circumstances, every drop of magic was precious.

However, looking at Koruk's painful and twisted appearance with his strength rapidly dissipating, there was only the pleasure of revenge in his eyes.

"Don't you want my magic power? Koruk! Take it! And your share too, and let it all turn to ashes!"

The continuous burning of mana was like a poisonous blade that hurt both sides, and finally exhausted the last bit of magic power of both sides.

The burning pain slowly died down in Koruk's body, leaving behind a lingering pain that penetrated deep into his bones.

Alvin seemed to have been drained of all his strength. The light on his body completely dimmed. He staggered and slammed one knee heavily on the cold ice. He supported himself with his hands and gasped for breath. Beads of sweat mixed with ice dust rolled down his forehead and solidified instantly when they dripped onto the frozen ground.

But the opponent's Koruk was in worse condition.

He collapsed to the ground like a fish out of water, his skinny body convulsing violently. The blood vessels on his skin, which had swelled due to the boiling magic power, quickly shrank, leaving behind terrifying blue-black, spider-web-like marks.

He opened his mouth wide and let out a "ho ho" sound like a broken bellows. Turbid green saliva flowed uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth and dripped onto his dirty sorcerer robe.

The small eyes that once shone with fel energy now only contained emptiness filled with exhaustion, pain, and despair.

On the other side, the succubus Listel was still trapped by the tough vines.

Her charming face was filled with unwillingness. The pink and purple demonic flames burned the vines in vain, but only left charred marks, unable to completely break free from the cage of natural forces.

She looked at the two men whose magic power was exhausted, with resentment flashing in her eyes, but she could do nothing.

Shandris leaned against the cold rock wall, her face as pale as paper and her breathing weak.

The aftereffects of having her life forcibly taken away made her extremely weak, and even raising her arms was extremely difficult.

And coming from the depths of the ice cave was the sound of violent fighting that was enough to shake the entire nest!

“Boom! Bang! Snap—!”

Each heavy impact was like a thunderclap, shaking the ice ridges above their heads wildly, and sending tiny ice crystals and snow falling. The ground shook violently, and ice and gravel flew everywhere like shotgun shells!

Through the pervasive icy dust and turbulent energy currents, one could see the battle between Akalitrasza and the Blue Dragon Mage reaching a fever pitch! The two had long since abandoned the flamboyant magic exchanges and returned to the most primitive and ferocious close combat of the dragon race!

The human girl that Akalitrassa transformed into seemed to be shrouded in a layer of burning red shadow.

Her movements were as fast as lightning, and each attack was packed with scorching air waves and explosive power.

Her adventurer's leather armor, which was not very thick to begin with, was torn in many places during the fierce battle, revealing her powerful skin underneath, which was slightly red due to the high temperature. A few strands of red hair stuck to her sweaty forehead, adding a bit of wildness.

Her opponent, the Quel'dorei female mage who was the incarnation of a blue dragon, looked much more embarrassed.

The gorgeous dark blue robe she was wearing, which was flowing with arcane light, had long been torn to pieces by the red dragon's violent claws and scorching breath.

The wide cuffs were torn off and the hem of the skirt was torn into tattered strips of cloth, barely hanging on the body.

Under the torn cloth, large areas of skin as white as snow and breathtakingly perfect curves were revealed.

A slender yet powerful waist, long and straight legs, and a full and round curve that was faintly visible after the upper part of the robe was torn.

However, this beautiful scenery, which is enough to make anyone's heart flutter, is now drenched in the cruelty of battle.

Her fair skin was covered with red marks from the high temperature and purple bruises from the impact, and there was a trace of bright red blood at the corner of her mouth.

In her hollow eyes, Koruk's enslaved will was still forcibly driving her body to block and counterattack, but her movements were obviously half a beat slower than Akalitrasa's, with a sense of stiffness and incoordination.

Obviously, this blue dragon mage is more accustomed to elegant long-range spellcasting and lacks experience in this kind of brutal fist-to-flesh combat!

Akalisza seized the opportunity when the opponent blocked and delivered a fierce sweeping kick that hit the Blue Dragon Mage's calf.

At the same time, the right fist wrapped in a red shadow was like a battering ram, with an indomitable momentum, smashing hard at the opponent's arms that were hastily defending and crossed in front of his chest!

"Bang-click!"

A dull impact sound was accompanied by a slight sound of bone cracking!

The Blue Dragon Mage groaned in pain as she was blasted backwards by the immense force, slamming heavily into a thick icicle, causing it to crack into spider-web-like patterns.

She slid down the icicle to the ground, her shattered robe barely covering her body, revealing more of her dazzling whiteness and scars. She struggled to stand up, but the severe pain and concussion in her arms made it difficult for her to gather her strength.

Akali Tasha landed steadily, her golden vertical pupils burning with the flame of victory. She approached her fellow tribesmen who had temporarily lost the ability to resist, step by step, ready to give them the final suppression!