CHAPTER 1515: CHAPTER 771 INTERLOCKED RINGS_3

This giant Air Element now has a new name—the Elemental Elder; it has just barely stepped into the ranks of intelligent creatures. Although it is not up to the level of ordinary people, at least it can communicate, provided you understand the elemental language.

For these creatures that embody elemental essence, the process of growing up is the process of acquiring more elemental essence, which naturally also means becoming larger.

As the Elemental Elder emerged, the air elemental vortex shattered on the spot, indicating that its summoning power had been exhausted.

Though the Cloud Giant used the Nine Rings Elemental Summoning, it was enhanced with its special ability, allowing it to summon a real army of Air Elements at once.

Nuluding wasn’t polite with them; he pointed directly at the mist enveloping the Conqueror’s army and commanded, "Blow them away."

"As you command." The Elemental Elder responded thunderously, without another word, rushing directly towards the mist, followed closely by the high-level Air Elements and large Air Elements previously summoned by the Cloud Giant.

When they approached the edge of the mist, under the lead of the Elemental Elder, they transformed directly into whirlwinds.

Unlike last time when they swept the Revenge Storm individually, they were now swallowed by the massive whirlwind formed by the Elemental Elder, creating an even larger whirlwind.

After devouring all the whirlwinds, this whirlwind’s height surpassed thirty meters, with a diameter over fifty meters, spinning madly, giving the impression of a tornado.

Where it swept past, the mist was not only rolled away, but debris and sand flew everywhere; not to mention people, even the Tower War Chariots of the Conqueror’s army could be lifted alive.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The Conqueror’s army naturally wouldn’t sit still; from deep within the mist came a huge roaring sound, and white skeletal bombs were launched toward the whirlwind.

These bone bombs had no chance to fall into the depths of the whirlwind; they exploded directly on the surface, splattering countless bone fragments and black liquid everywhere, accompanied by a sizzling corrosive sound, which was the highly compressed and concentrated negative energy.

But no one could say for sure how much damage these bone bombs inflicted on the giant whirlwind, after all, it was tangible yet immaterial.

The only difference from before was that within its spinning body, there were now traces of black and white; the black was the result of negative energy soaking, and the white were bone fragments sucked in.

"What kind of magic is this? How come I’ve never heard of this combination of physical and negative energy before?" The Cloud Giant watched in silence, secretly alarmed.

These skeletal bombs showed no effect on the whirlwind; if the target were biological beings, they would be lethal, as such dense negative energy is a severe poison, harming both the body and the soul. Those killed by this attack would definitely become ghosts or zombies.

Dilila felt her mouth filled with bitterness because not only did she know the origin of this attack method, but she also handed it over to the other party herself, explaining with a bitterness in her voice: "This isn’t magic; it’s a magic device, carrying Undead Divine Power, stolen by that Blasphemer from the Lady of the Dead."

The Cloud Giant roared: "Is your Goddess a waste? How could so much power and objects be stolen? Is he the Undying Goddess of Vengeance, or is your Goddess?"

Dilila could only remain silent because, at this pace, the Undying Goddess of Vengeance’s ability to keep her divine position and divinity was genuinely questionable.

Because the enemy Chiaranlisha faced, was not only this Blasphemer in front but other enemies of the Lady of the Dead would also seize the opportunity to divide her completely.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The firing frequency of the skeletal cannons was astonishing, averaging one round every three seconds, and the accuracy was quite terrifying as well.

After several rounds, the entire whirlwind was stained black, thanks to them being elemental creatures, having no flesh and blood or emotions, otherwise, with this degree of negative energy soaking, they would have become undead by now.

The frantically spinning Elemental Elder changed its course, moving toward the densest area of skeletal cannon fire, making it evident that this attack did not leave him entirely unharmed.

After all, he was not a completely insensible tornado; the continuous bombardment was impacting the essence of his elemental life.

As the Elemental Elder began to descend, a huge channel was quickly blown open, but the situation below made the Cloud Giant want to curse. When will it end? How many tricks does this Conqueror have prepared?

Underneath the dispersed mist, shockingly, was not the ground, but an endless darkness—these were connecting Dark Arts.

The spell level was not high and not difficult to break.

But given how many Dark Arts there were if the entire lower layer of mist was like this, how many Illumination Spells would they need to cast to find the Conqueror’s army’s camp location?

Even if they found it, who could know what exactly was waiting for them there?

The extensive use of spells silently hinted at one thing: the opposing side had an astonishing number of spellcasters; their magic could hit the Conqueror’s army, and their magic could hit them.

Unlike arrows, magic doesn’t gain range bonuses in the air—because the range of magic is a process of magical control weakening, with direct fire, indirect fire, and suppressed fire having no effect, only straight-line distance is considered.

These Dark Arts were not affected by the whirlwind; no matter how they blew, the darkness silently cloaked there, making it impossible to see below.

"Daylight Spell!" The Cloud Giant summoned a giant rock, cast a Daylight Spell upon it, and threw it towards the area with the densest shelling.

Every giant is a master of stone-throwing, and Nuluding is no exception; the rock landed accurately near the target, and the attached Daylight Spell tore through the darkness, exposing the situation below.

Blackish treants, each with a tree trunk, were rooted there, holding cannons made of skeletal remains in their arms, continuously firing at the whirlwind.

No matter how the whirlwind raged, it could never pull them up from the ground.