The flames were so intense that they twisted and thickened into magma.
A circular net the size of half a football field shimmered with the unique, multicolored distortions of space; no matter how Professor Cao moved, he would always return to the center.
The members of the Antler Witch-Hunting Knight Order carefully avoided touching the magma net, as no one wanted to be teleported instantaneously in front of the Sorcerer Zombie that Mr. Cao had become; they couldn't withstand it.
They were not merely skilled in close combat; an array of mid- and long-range attack techniques came naturally to them.
Just then, Mr. Cao's face suddenly turned pitch black, and in the blink of an eye, a surge of fire replaced the blackened area with flowing magma.
A hand suddenly stretched out from the pool of magma that his face had turned into.
That hand, too, seemed to be made of magma and radiated a blinding light.
