Meanwhile, Morris, the legendary priest of the Dawn Church, used the church’s holy artifact, the "Saint Hoyel’s Manual," to truly control the divine incarnation of the Master of Ten Thousand Beasts by borrowing the power of the God of Dawn. He created an opportunity for Stephens to seriously wound and kill the divine incarnation. And now, facing the divine incarnation himself, Lis understood why Avin seemed somewhat powerless at that time. When confronting the great power of a divine rank, the prowess of a legendary level would be suppressed to a certain extent, reducing the damage inflicted on the divine incarnation, and various effects would be diminished or even nullified. Even in such circumstances, Mr. Stephens directly beat the divine incarnation of the Master of Ten Thousand Beasts to the brink of collapse. This shows the might of the "Judgement Flame" standing at the pinnacle of Gaia World! Of course, Lis thought it might also have something to do with the legendary wand, "Gaia’s Fury," wielded by his teacher. Lis pondered in his heart but did not stop attacking the divine incarnation. Under Lis’s control, fiery fire elements were drawn like magnets, quickly gathering above his head into a massive fireball. The fireball kept rolling and expanding, emitting unbearable heat, distorting and warping the surrounding space. Eventually, the fireball plummeted towards the divine incarnation like a meteor. The moment it neared the giant, the fireball erupted, transforming into a surging sea of flames that swallowed the divine incarnation entirely. Countless tongues of fire, like graceful dancers, licked the giant’s body madly, attempting to reduce it to ashes. In the sea of fire, the divine incarnation roared in agony as the evil and death aura on its body was incessantly dissipated by the fire elements, each struggle making the fire sea more turbulent. Simultaneously, blue, thick arcs of electricity descended like giant dragons from the sky, crashing onto its body fiercely, sparking and crackling with thunderous sounds. The moment the lightning struck the giant, dazzling light erupted, illuminating the entire battlefield as if it were broad daylight. Countless bolts of lightning coursed wildly through the giant’s body, leaving charred electric traces on its surface. At the same time, powerful legendary spells composed of various magic elements continuously assaulted the divine incarnation under Lis’s control, momentarily submerging it in a sea of magical elements. Lis stood not far away, observing the divine incarnation before him with a grave expression, seeking any potential weaknesses. He could feel that although his attacks inflicted some damage on the divine incarnation, they had not truly seriously injured it. At this moment, the situation suddenly changed. The moment the divine incarnation let out a roar, an endless abyssal aura erupted like a surging black tide from within it. The chaotic, putrid, fallen, and frenzied aura intertwined, instantly forming an enormous and grotesque death domain that swept madly around. The spells radiant around its body, showcasing their might, wilted away rapidly under the influence of this death domain, as if stripped of their souls. The surrounding space twisted and shattered under the erosion of this abyssal aura, as if being kneaded by an invisible giant hand. The surrounding light was also devoured by this abyssal domain, becoming dim and oppressive, like being cast into the deepest, most despairing corner of the universe. The divine incarnation, carrying this terrifying death domain, began to whirl madly like a massive black vortex. From the vortex emanated a powerful pulling force, drawing in all the surrounding powers. Whether it was residual elemental magic power or free spatial energy, they were all pulled by this force, converging towards the divine incarnation at the vortex’s center. The dark power transformed into thick, twisted tentacles, flailing wildly within the vortex like demonic claws from hell, laden with endless malice, lunging fiercely at Lis. Lis’s expression became solemn and severe, yet without a trace of fear or retreat. Quickly mobilizing the remaining magic power within, Lis constructed a light blue magic shield around his body. The shield shimmered with mysterious runes, attempting to fend off the attack of those terrifying tentacles. However, the power of these abyssal tentacles far surpassed the mage’s imagination. The first tentacle slammed fiercely onto the magic shield, emitting a massive boom, causing the shield to tremble violently, and the glow of the runes dimmed significantly. Then, the second and third tentacles came one after another, pounding onto Lis’s shield like raindrops until the shield shattered. Lis’s figure flickered as he moved to another point in space. Knowing that passive defense was futile, Lis rapidly contemplated a countermeasure. Suddenly, a spark of insight flickered through his eyes. At this moment, a verdant green brilliance enveloped the mage like a light veil. This light, akin to the tender sprouts breaking through the earth in spring, bore a thriving and vibrant aura, containing life and nature power that was extremely rich and pure. The verdant light shimmered with soft and mysterious luster, tightly enveloping the mage within. As the light fluctuated, each flicker seemed to narrate the mysteries of nature and life. At this moment, the death domain unleashed by the divine incarnation swept in like a surging black tide; wherever it reached, everything seemed to be deprived of life, turning desolately lifeless. The aura of death pervaded the air, chilling to the core. Yet, under this verdant light’s protection, the mage seemed in another world. Lis stood there quietly, his posture upright. Around him, the power of the death domain continuously assaulted the verdant light. But the light remained firmly unwavering, calmly resisting the frantic erosion of the death domain without any sign of retreat. Under the protection of the verdant light, Lis was unaffected at all, as if the dreadful death domain was merely a gentle breeze. Indeed, the life and nature power controlled by the World Tree is precisely the nemesis of such death power in divine incarnations! However, Lis could not wield the World Tree’s life and nature power in spells, and under these circumstances, he could not launch a counterattack against the divine incarnation. Lis thought for a moment and gently clenched his right hand; the wand in his hand transformed into an extremely sharp longsword. The verdant light like soft gauze tenderly but staunchly enveloped Lis’s body and the longsword radiating a chilling gleam in his hand. If spells don’t work, let’s try melee combat! The aura around Lis shifted; from a wise, composed mage, he transformed into a ready-to-strike, formidable warrior, exuding an intimidating, murderous presence. Suddenly, Lis moved, like a meteor piercing through the night sky, vanishing from his spot instantly. The next second, he appeared ghost-like atop the divine incarnation’s shoulder. That incredible speed seemed to transcend the boundaries of space, leaving only a faint, lingering shadow. The divine incarnation sensed danger and was about to turn to respond when Lis’s attack came like a raging storm. His longsword raised high, its blade gleaming with an exceptionally sharp light, akin to a lightning bolt tearing through the darkness. Lis let out a soft cry, his longsword carrying the force of a landslide as he slashed fiercely at the divine incarnation. The longsword, with countless sword lights, struck heavily on the divine incarnation. The massive impact caused the divine incarnation to stagger, barely able to keep its footing, while Lis’s longsword did not pause, leaving countless dense wounds on it. Googlᴇ search NoveI~Fire.net At the wounds, a faint green light subtly emerged, preventing the divine incarnation from regenerating as it previously could. The divine incarnation, unable to regenerate as before, detected the danger and attempted to react, but Lis’s attack had already come at it like a storm. Lis boldly evaded the opponent’s attacks with agility, dancing through the crossfire like a lithe dancer, as the battle reached a fever pitch.