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Chapter 2025: 587 Fated Battle … As a spirit body, the Wind Demon Dragon demonstrated influence far beyond what an ordinary spirit entity should possess. Matthew watched it fly towards them. Though it was merely a semi-illusory presence, the disturbance it caused was comparable to the passage of an Ancient Dragon! Boom! Boom! Boom! The fierce wind was relentless. In an instant, the world darkened, as if a continent was floating over! And as the Wind Demon Dragon kept approaching, there was a reaction at the edge of the ceremonial field — A multitude of blue beams shot out from various parts of the Bitter Water Swamp. They formed layer upon layer of barriers, trying to block the Wind Demon Dragon midway. But an unexpected scene occurred. The spirit of the Wind Demon Dragon forcibly broke through the barrier’s blockade, directly arriving beside the Calamity Grassman! The Demon Dragon roared skyward. The chaotic wind wall created by Edmond instantly became much clearer. In that moment. The colossal outlines of those two figures were clearly presented before Matthew and the others. The halo signifying the ceremonial field contracted violently. Matthew could feel the extremely powerful force fields on the halo suppressing the Ether Star Alliance. Yet from the Wind Demon Dragon and the Calamity Grassman’s perspective, they seemed utterly unafraid of the field’s power confinement itself! “If that’s the case…” “Dickens had a chance to escape just now.” Matthew gazed thoughtfully at the figure of Dickens on the Wind Demon Dragon’s shoulder. At that moment, he stood with arms crossed, his expression calm. His face had already taken on the appearance of a teenager of about fourteen or fifteen, his eyes full of blazing fury. For a fleeting moment. Matthew almost couldn’t sense Dickens’ presence at all. Perhaps it was due to the Wind Demon Dragon’s presence drawing people’s insight. “Dickens, I haven’t come to deal with you yet, and you’ve brought yourself here.” Edmond’s figure seemed incredibly small before the two colossal beings. Yet his voice was even louder than theirs, and he appeared more relaxed and confident. “If I were you, I would choose to escape rather than walk into the trap.” Dickens sneered: “Escape?” “From the moment the Eternal Barrier collapsed, the influence of the Seven Saint Alliance would inevitably reach every corner beyond the astral world.” “Is there even a place left in the Multiverse for us to flee?” Edmond smiled and said: “Though you dwell long in the tower, your mind hasn’t been entirely corrupted by negative energy; at least your judgment in this matter is relatively accurate.” The anger in Dickens’ voice was about to burst forth: “Shut up, you arrogant, self-righteous Alliance Wizards!” “I’m standing here today to tell you that the necromancers of Baiyan City are not pigs for you to pen!” “We will resist!” “Not just us; all necromancers will do so!” “And once this begins, it will never end!” Edmond smiled faintly. The next moment. A grey-brown head suddenly appeared behind Dickens. The latter seemed completely unaware. Only when the giant head, identical to Edmond’s, suddenly opened its massive maw and bit down did he seemingly react, trying to move his body aside. Unfortunately. “Ah—” A scream erupted. Amid the Wind Demon Dragon’s roar, in less than half a second, Dickens’ body was swallowed into Edmond’s head. Immediately. The sound of crunching resonated from within the Parasite’s Skull! And yet, while the Parasite’s Skull was biting with great enthusiasm, from a little distance. Dickens’ voice came from within the Wind Demon Dragon’s body: “Edmond, you truly are as vicious as ever—” “I’ve long wanted to say, you always claim that necromancers advocate violence, but which spellcaster is more violent than Isabelle?” “You also constantly accuse the spells of Baiyan City of being too poisonous, yet ten necromancers from Baiyan City combined aren’t half as ruthless with their spells as you, Edmond!” “And of course, Parasite’s Skull, haha, I wonder, over the years, has your appetite improved?” Edmond snorted lightly. A peculiar glint flashed in his eyes: “So it was the ‘Bait Technique’, you really fused your soul, Ember Blood Crystal, and the essence of the Wind Demon Dragon into one! I underestimated your affection for the Wind Demon Dragon. It seems the rumors back in Baiyan City that the lord fell in love with his own mount were not unfounded…” “Bah, bah, bah!” “Fallen Blood, Blood of Suffering, Poisonous Blood…” “The taste truly is somewhat stimulating.” Unable to resist, Edmond took out a white handkerchief to wipe his lips. He appeared somewhat uncomfortable. But it should be within the controllable range. “Legend has it that even when ‘Blood of Suffering’ is integrated with the bait’s body, as the spellcaster, you will feel the same pain as the one consuming the bait.” “Fallen Blood and Poisonous Blood operate on similar principles.” “It seems you have a tendency for self-inflicted pain; I suspect your mental state isn’t very healthy.” In the blink of an eye. Edmond’s slightly greyish complexion quickly turned ruddy again. It seems the bait designed by Dickens didn’t affect him much, or perhaps Edmond had long been prepared. “Self-inflicted pain?” “For once, you’ve hit the mark.” Dickens laughed softly: “After achieving immortality, only pain makes me feel alive. In that sense, I actually also thank you, Isabelle, and those bastard spellcasters of the Seven Saint Alliance!”