Chapter 355: The Power of a Legendary Spell
Soon, the black eel, deprived of the blessing of its totem deity, saw its strength drop to that of an ordinary golden sea beast, and was easily defeated by Nozdormu. For the Bronze Dragon King, the flesh of this golden black eel was also a highly nourishing substance. Thus, Donald only took some of the eel’s fresh blood and tender meat, replicated a portion of the divine domain from the totem, and then handed the totem to Nozdormu to help him quickly take control of this sea area.
Watching the Bronze Dragon’s body, now infused with the deity of the ocean lord, emit an even brighter divine glow and grow larger—reaching a size of sixty feet, typical of an ancient dragon—Donald said, “For now, stay in these two territories. Do not expand further, lest you attract the attention of powerful demi-god ocean lords or even that deep-sea monster.”
Then he turned around and challenged the legendary Sword Saint, who had yet to engage in a proper fight.
Eager, Carlisle left the water with Donald and emerged onto the sea surface.
“Let’s begin!”
Both were legendary warriors. Even Carlisle, who was not skilled in magic, possessed the ability to fight in mid-air. Immediately, a beam of legendary sword energy was sent as a probing attack at the mage across from him. Donald moved swiftly to dodge the attack, pointed at the approaching legendary Sword Saint, and shouted, “Command, intimidate!”
This was not an ordinary mortal spell but a legendary command spell cast by Donald using part of his authority over the laws. The effect appeared out of nowhere on the target, and unless someone used some method to evade the laws in advance, even a demi-god warrior would be affected. Of course, demi-god warriors had far greater physical strength and resilience than legendary professionals, so the effects of this spell might not suppress them for long.
Yet battles between powerful warriors unfolded in the blink of an eye—enough time for an opponent to do many things. This showed just how formidable Donald’s legendary spell was!
Since this wasn’t a life-or-death fight against Carlisle, Donald didn’t take advantage of the situation. He let Carlisle’s body suddenly stiffen before he plummeted into the sea with a splash.
A few breaths passed. Donald figured the effect of his spell should have worn off by now—so why hadn’t Carlisle come up yet? If the legendary Sword Saint could die from drowning, it would be a huge joke!
Knowing what to expect, Donald prepared his spell and waited for Carlisle to reappear.
Boom!
A powerful jet of water gushed up from the sea surface beneath Donald’s feet. Without any panic, he dodged to the side, with the splashing water blocked by his simple mage shield. In contrast, Carlisle, who had jumped out of the water drenched like a drowned rat, appeared far less comfortable compared to Donald, who remained completely dry.
“Damn it!” Carlisle cursed. Although he could breathe underwater, he didn’t possess a magical barrier like that of a mage to keep water at bay. As a result, he lost control and got soaked. He tried to use sword energy, but forgot that seawater was salty. Once the water dried, the remaining salt formed a layer on his body, making things even more uncomfortable!
Holding his breath, Carlisle finally went all out. A dark red domain force expanded in mid-air, enclosing both Donald and himself.
“Did you unleash your domain?” Feeling the pressure from the domain, Donald smiled slightly and spoke to the legendary Sword Saint flying toward him, “I hope—this creature before me will surely fall!”
As if those words carried endless mystery, Carlisle felt a crushing pressure around him, as if weighed down by tons, as if trapped under a mountain. He lost control and fell back into the sea once again!
Coming up from the water again, Carlisle said dejectedly, “I give up!” Anyone facing such constant constraints would feel extremely frustrated, and Carlisle was no exception.
“Your magic seems like the abilities of those powerful gods—capable of changing rules and reality. But at this level, it probably isn’t enough to defeat a demigod!”
“Exactly! If I use these two legendary spells against a demigod, they generally won’t be very effective. After all, it’s not just a difference in ordinary strength levels—it’s the suppression exerted by a divine domain on mortal beings!”
Indeed, without using his divine power reserves, he was still a bit weak against a demigod’s strength. But against a legendary Sword Saint like Carlisle, he had no chance of escaping suppression.
Of course, if Carlisle exerted all his strength and used the divine power within him, those two legendary spells wouldn’t be so easy to control his opponent with.
But in Carlisle’s words, he wasn’t as twisted as Donald yet, because the blood curse was only sealed, not completely removed. Using divine power once required him to rest for ten days or half a month to recover, unlike Donald, who could cast spells several times in a row, take in two bottles of potions, and then move around as if nothing had happened. After muttering a few complaints in his mind, he heard Carlisle suddenly ask in astonishment, as if he had discovered a new continent: “It seems your divine bloodline has advanced quite a bit. You were originally just an ordinary human who acquired divinity—how can it be more extreme than mine, which comes from a true divine lineage?”
The vision of legendary powerhouses far surpassed that of ordinary humans. Earlier, they had been focused on battle and hadn’t observed closely. Now, Carlisle could see the divine radiance emanating from Donald’s body as he unleashed his full power. Through the mutual perception among divine beings, he could tell that Donald’s divinity was several times stronger than his own—like the difference between a torch and a bonfire!
Moreover, the skin exposed on Donald’s body emitted a crystal-clear glow, shimmering with a legendary radiance to the naked eye. In his perception, although Donald’s appearance seemed unchanged on the surface, the subtle details gave him a completely different feeling—as if his body was nearly perfect from within out.
This clearly meant that his divine bloodline was nearly perfected, with divine radiance covering every part of his body. One more step forward, and he would reach the stage of becoming a god, soon able to ignite the divine flame and achieve demi-god status!
Ignoring the strong envy in Carlisle’s words, Donald also knew that all he lacked now was time!
This kind of time couldn’t be replaced by accelerating it in the House of Time. It was a matter of accumulating power at a certain level. Time spent in the House of Time could only lead to knowledge accumulation. Without external input, even a hundred years of cultivation would still keep one at the legendary level. After all, the rules in that small space, distorted by the House of Time, were incomplete, preventing one from comprehending power and rules as in the real world, thus preventing the ignition of the divine flame!