The seemingly plain but actually highly corrosive black liquids were gradually enshrouded by redness. No matter how the Dark Jellyfish performed his naturally-endowed talents and abilities, it was impossible for him to break out of the magic circles that could transform anyone into the status of primeval devils because of the corrosion of the eight magic circles of blood sacrifice.
At this moment, Harex, who was holding the gold trident, uttered the intricate, unpredictable words in a language that was different from the languages that Lucien knew. The water seemed to be surging out of the void around.
Centered at the Blue Key, which appeared like a gem, the gold trident emitted a brilliant blue light. At every pointy end, an illusionary swirl that was so blue that it was almost black protruded and spun, raising a flow of brightness that was like seawater.
