Dark Magus Returns - C.894: 9th Mage’s Power

The number of small black balls floating about in the air was like a scene out of a fantasy world for those from Pagna. They had heard of Pagna warriors controlling Qi in strange ways because they could produce projectile Qi out of their bodies.

But something like this? Magic was already confusing to them because, in their eyes, it was creating something out of nothing, as they couldn't understand Mana.

However, even if they could somewhat compare Mana to another energy source like Qi, for a single person to create something like this, to be in control of something like this—it was a power that only gods should be capable of wielding.

"If all of this Dark Magic entered your body at once, it would mean certain death for you," Raze stated. "But, I've already told you, that's not what I want."

Sha Mo was still trying to move, and he could see that the first strange blue spear-like object that had pierced through his leg was starting to disappear.

With it, the effects of its power lessened slightly. Just as he tried to focus his Qi to that point, another stinging pain shot through his leg, and the same object was placed in the same

position once again.

Raze's finger flickered.

"I'm not done," Raze said. "Don't you even dare think of moving. I thought you were an old soul; you should know that patience is a virtue that grows with you as you get older."

Moving his other hand, one of the small black balls floated forward toward Sha Mo. Seeing it coming, he wanted to try to reach out and grab it, to slap it away with his Qi, but with all the strange attacks Raze had done to him, and the physical lightning bolts created by his magic, Sha Mo was unable to move.

He watched as the small black ball entered through his skin. A searing pain, different from a burning sensation, but of complete annihilation, surged through him.

However, as the ball went in, the pain somewhat disappeared.

"What, do you think that's it?" Raze asked.

As Sha Mo continued to breathe, he was starting to struggle. Each breath he took felt shorter and shorter, and he tried to inhale harder, but it wasn't working.

"Dark Magic, out of all forms of magic, is the most destructive. Right now, I have created a small hole in your lung. Slowly, blood is starting to fill in, and you're struggling to breathe. This is similar to drowning."

"You know they say one of the worst ways to die is by drowning, but again, this is not enough!"

The taste of iron filled Sha Mo's mouth, and although he was still partially taking in oxygen, he was trying as hard as he could to conserve himself.

Pagna warriors could hold their breath for a long time compared to regular humans. However, Sha Mo would soon learn that it would have been best if that had been the end of it.

Raze waved his hand again, and the black balls moved through the air. This time there were hundreds of them. When they reached Sha Mo's body, they lingered, touching the surface of his skin.

They covered it completely, to the point where the real Sha Mo was no longer visible. Eventually, the small black balls started to disappear.

And in their place, Sha Mo could be seen, but it was hard to tell it was even him. All of the clothing on his body, all of the skin-it was gone.

On clear display was the muscular flesh that held the human body together. The senses of Sha Mo's body were on overdrive as the pieces underneath his skin were exposed to the open air.

"I said from the beginning, it would have been simple to have all this darkness finish you in one go... but then, you wouldn't learn your lesson, none of you would learn your lesson!" Raze said, anger in his voice.

"Now that your skin has been ripped off, let's see how you deal with the flames once again!" Raze said as he flicked his hand, and a tornado of flames surrounded Sha Mo.

The flames spun around his body, and the heat intensified. With no skin and all his nerves exposed, the pain caused Sha Mo to scream at the top of his lungs.

Due to the howl that had been made earlier, though, blood filled Sha Mo's mouth. The pain was so excruciating that Sha Mo was on the verge of passing out. He, a middle-stage warrior who had put himself through the most strenuous situations to grow stronger, was now barely hanging on.

Standing on the crater's edge, Simyon's fist was shaking.

"That look in his eyes... I saw it before-it was the same look at the orphanage. I haven't seen it in a long time, but it looks like it's back."

Simyon touched his other arm, trying to stop it from shaking, but there was no denying the fear he felt in the current situation.

Seeing that look on Raze's face, he thought the Raze he knew had disappeared, at least from his memory.

"What are you saying, are you telling us to stop him?" Liam asked. "Sha Mo deserves this after everything he did. He killed Safa, and he would have killed us and all of those in the town of Flendon, and for what? What good reason did he have? As Raze said, this is the only way to stop people from going after us."

The loud scream from Sha Mo erupted as the tornado of flames condensed around him, completely enveloping his body. The flames latched on and started to burn him.

Right now, Sha Mo was experiencing the agony of being burned alive while also drowning- something that seemed impossible, but it was more intense than what one would normally

endure.

With a sweeping motion of his hand, Raze sucked the flames away, and the thin, charred body of Sha Mo collapsed to the ground.

"You can't die yet..." Raze said as he started to walk over. "Your life force still needs to be used for one thing. I'm going to use you to grow even stronger than I am now!"