Deep within the Chaos Mountains, a terrifying rumble, like a collapsing pillar of heaven, echoed through the fractured valleys.
Nirvana's sixth giant leg, facing due west.
The base of the giant leg was embedded above a churning pool of volcanic magma, the scorching, dark red lava emitting a pungent sulfurous odor. Rolling heat waves distorted the air, reflecting the dazzling yellowish-brown energy streams flowing on the giant leg above.
It frantically absorbed the immense leyline magic from the mountain's core, like the greedy heartbeat of a colossal beast.
A nimble figure, using the cover of collapsing boulders, sprinted across the rugged, crack-riddled ground, like a black panther dancing on a blade's edge.
Cana's eyes were sharp as knives, locked onto the scorching death zone ahead—the magic core base of the sixth leg was right above that magma pool!
"That's the spot!" Cana's left hand swiftly reached for the bulging, specially made magic card pouch at her waist.
Her plan was clear and bold: summon a Frost Spirit, freeze the lava pool, and open a path to the core!
Just as her fingertips were about to touch the card in her pouch, which sealed the ice-blue power of extreme cold—
Whoosh!!!
An ominous, deathly silent wind swept across the battlefield without warning!
The wind was bone-chillingly cold, as if carrying the chill and wails of countless tombs. It instantly scattered the pervasive hot dust and violently brushed Cana's few strands of black hair back from her temples!
Cana's forward momentum abruptly froze!
Her pupils constricted slightly!
A strong warning, stemming from a Mage's instinct when facing a deadly hunter, frantically rang in the depths of her soul!
"Tsk! As expected, it's not that easy..." Cana decisively abandoned her card-drawing action, her right foot instantly pushing off, leaving a clear indentation and a scorched mark on the scorching hot rocky ground!
Her body, like a taut bowstring, flashed backward over ten meters!
On the ground where she had just stood, within a three-meter radius, the rocks were instantly pierced by countless translucent, pale green threads that appeared out of thin air and were visible to the naked eye!
Immediately after, these threads suddenly tightened and contracted inwards!
Rip—!
The hard rock silently shattered like rotten wood, turning into countless fine dust particles!
All that remained was a terrifying deep pit with smooth edges, as if gnawed by an invisible giant mouth!
At the bottom of the deep pit, faint, sizzling, eerie traces remained, corroded by that pale green energy, as if carrying endless resentment.
As the dust settled,
A tall figure, as if condensed from the silent wind of death, quietly stepped onto the path where Cana had originally intended to launch her surprise attack.
The most loyal "Blade" under Jose Porla, his closed-door disciple, a genius in both wind and undead magic, one of the Ten Demon Generals—Aria.
His iconic white mask obscured all expression, only his dark brown long hair flew wildly in the wind.
He wore a well-tailored dark brown Mage coat, embroidered with the intricate combined emblem of the Phantom Lord Ten Demon Generals on his chest.
The gaze from the holes beneath the mask was as sharp as a vulture targeting dying prey, cold and devoid of any emotion.
"Hmph... Fairy Tail's rat, your sense of smell is quite keen." Aria's voice was like coarse iron sand rubbing together, carrying a metallic, cold echo through his mask and a condescending scrutiny, "Too bad, your courage is much greater than I imagined."
His hands were not raised, merely hanging casually at his sides, but all of Cana's nerves were stretched to their limit.
She clearly saw that at Aria's feet, an incredibly bizarre, giant composite magic array, over three meters in diameter, had already unfolded!
Half of the magic array was a swirling azure wind vortex, tearing at the air, while the other half was a churning, dark purple distorted mark, with countless illusory, suffering soul faces silently screaming within it, emitting a decaying aura that devoured life!
The dual magic of wind and undead, like two venomous snakes coiled and ready to strike.
"How big? We'll know after we try!" Cana faced the powerful enemy without fear, instead, she was like a powder keg ignited with fighting spirit. Her shiny black short hair defiantly flew in the heat waves and the wind of death.
The corner of her mouth curled into an extremely flamboyant battle-ready smile, carrying the unique wildness of Fairy Tail, "Masked coward! Hiding your head and showing your tail, are you too ashamed to show your face? You don't even dare to show your face in a fight, you're disgracing your Ten Demon Generals!"
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