The raging flames illuminated the entire space, and the heat wave hit Julius's cheeks, making him almost unable to open his eyes.
The existence of the young black robe could no longer be seen as a human being.
That slender flame figure, it was not an exaggeration to say that it was a demon.
Julius had never seen a real demon, at least not in reality, but if the creature in front of him could not be called a demon, then there was no terrifying existence in this world that could be written into a story to scare children.
The demon was screaming and roaring. Two voices that should not have appeared at the same time came out of the demon's mouth, turning into sound waves that shook the entire hall.
This sound was not pleasant to hear, and it made people's eardrums hurt.
Julius held the sword with both hands and used his arms to protect his face.
The heat wave spread out from the demon's body, forming a circle of fire, with him as the center, spreading out in all directions — regardless of whether it was friend or foe.
The old black robe tried to call out to the young man, but the demon did not respond. It seemed that he did not care about his "companion" very much, and his attention was always on Julius.
When the demon began to attack indiscriminately, the old black robe could only hide far away, using a defensive spell to block the circle of fire.
The circle of fire spread on the ground, leaving flames burning on the ground wherever it went, and the most dazzling and blazing circle rushed towards Julius.
Julius was already retreating, and when he found that the speed of the circle of fire was faster than his escape, he did not hesitate and stood still to face the raging fire coming towards him.
The circle of fire "swept" through Julius's body, and once again ignited Julius.
The clothes on his body burned again, and Julius rushed towards the demon, holding the broken sword in his hand to stab at him.
The demon also waved its slender flame claws towards him.
At the moment when the human and the demon came into contact, there was an explosion of flames, and sparks flew everywhere. The flames turned into fragments, drifting into the surrounding space.
The old black robe looked at this scene from afar, and the hot flames made his eyes hurt, forcing him to reach out to cover his eyes to avoid being burned by the sparks.
"Humans, their bodies of flesh and blood … burned to ashes!"
The demon's claws landed on Julius' broken sword. The broken sword was burned red, and the heat spread to Julius's palm and face.
There seemed to be no trace of the young black robe on this demon's body. Only endless fury and violence could be heard from the words of the young black robe. It was completely different from the gloomy young black robe.
"Are all demons like you?" The sweat on Julius's face was dripping down, but it evaporated into gas before it hit the ground.
He felt as if the blood in his body was about to be burned dry. His throat was unbearably dry, and his head was extremely hot.
He chopped off the arm of the young black-robed demon, but the demon's hands and feet were still intact.
The thing in front of him was indeed no longer the young Black Robe, at least not now.
The old black robe knew more about demons. When he saw his young colleague's actions, he was shocked, but he also felt that it was not a strange choice.
From the very beginning, they did not intend to let go of the two huge rats that suddenly barged in. Therefore, when the young man in the black robe was taken hostage, the situation seemed to have reached a point of no return — at least, that was what the young man thought.
He knew his young colleague quite well.
He was talented. At such a young age, he already had attainments in magic that were not inferior to an old guy like him. And because of this talent, he had the right to be proud. He had always placed himself in a very high position. In his eyes, ordinary people were just a group of vulgar walking corpses.
How could such a young man stand the humiliation of being controlled by a rat?
And when he saw that his life was in danger, he did indeed make the only choice he could, even if it was not a good choice.
Transforming himself into a demon was not a good thing. This should be the young black robe's last line of defense.
This young man was very knowledgeable in demonology. It was not surprising that he could communicate with demons, and it was not surprising that he was possessed by demons. The problem was how to make the demon leave.
The side effects and cost of letting a demon possess a body were not small, and demons did not have the ability to distinguish between friend and foe.
So the old man stayed far away from the beginning and was ready to leave at any time.
He could not deal with such a demon alone. If he wanted to save the young man, he had to consider his own life before that.
Now, his best choice was to seek reinforcements. As long as there were more people, it would be easy to deal with the two rats and suppress his demonized companion.
The old black robe felt that the two of them who stayed behind were a little unlucky. Such an accident happened at this time.
He stayed aside and only needed to avoid and block the flames and fire rings. Julius was far from having such an easy time.
What he had to face was the high temperature that almost roasted him dry, and the fire on his body.
Flames were burning on his body. He looked like a compatriot of the devils, but that was only his appearance.
The demon's claws were waving wildly like a hammer, and the traces of sparks in the air were like slashing blades.
Every blow fell on Julius' broken sword. Julius was already doing his best to defend, but he was still beaten back, and there were many wounds on his body.
These wounds had been charred before bleeding, which saved Julius the worry that he might lose his strength due to excessive blood loss. Julius had tried his best to make himself as optimistic as possible and not think about such a terrible thing as dying. He was afraid that he would lose his strength due to the fear of death, and then be torn apart by the demon in front of him and burned into a few pieces of charcoal, not even leaving behind a human shape.
The demon's claws fell from above again, using Julius as a drum and beating him down.
The demon was tall and slender, with a slender body that did not show any strength, and a speed that was not surprising.
Julius was beaten until his knees bent and his arms covered his head.
He did not dare to use the broken sword to block the demon's attack. The burning red sword had begun to melt. If it were not for the fact that he did not have a weapon in his hand, he would have thrown the broken sword away long ago.
Now, for Julius, how long his fire of life could burn depended on how long he could hold on. In this fire, his life might be burned to ashes.
Or there was another possibility, which was that his fire of life would burn and become an inextinguishable flame.