Global Dungeon: I Can See the Status Bar

"You!"

Ilder looked at Lu Wenwu with eyes that were about to burst, his body was boiling with magic power due to extreme fury, and his entire face was twisted in rage.

A kind of black intent mixed with the color of blood climbed up his face, making him look as if he was shrouded in a layer of black shadow, adding a hint of violence to him.

"How could you possibly be unharmed! This is absolutely impossible!"

"Crack!"

The answer to him was a clap of thunder in the sky.

The dark clouds that Lu Wenwu had yet to summon not only did not disperse but instead gathered because of the concentration of magic power and elements.

A low pressure spread over the forests of the sanctuary, heavy on the mind, making it a bit difficult to breathe.

Lu Wenwu glanced at Ilder, reached up to touch his chest where he had been attacked, and remained silent with a grave face.

Perhaps that unknown soul magic of the opponent was strong, and it even integrated a part of ancient magic to a certain extent.

But as for myself...

The bloodline inherently carries extreme magic immunity...

If some part of the ancient magic hadn’t been integrated into this strike, merely relying on the magic spells commonly used by modern mages, hitting Lu Wenwu wouldn’t even have broken through his defense.

If the Purgatory Dragon form’s dragon scales were used for body protection, all spells below the Truth Tier would be directly immune, and the effect of Truth Tier spells would be reduced by ninety percent.

On the Gods Continent, regardless of which system of casters it was, only after advancing to rank as the Law God could they have a chance to contend with the Dragon Race.

The legendary race born at the top of the magic system is just that unreasonable.

This is also why whether slaying dragons or riding them, the ones doing so are knights and warriors, and you never hear of Dragon Rider Wizards or Dragon Rider Archers, or Dragon Rider Thieves.

Maybe dragon scales can directly grant magic immunity.

But for physical damage, if you’re not strong enough, you will be cut down.

If there’s anyone to blame, it can probably only be blamed on the creator of this world.

What, you’re saying that True Dragons and Giant Dragons aren’t considered the same race, so why does Lu Wenwu have innate magic immunity?

Lu Wenwu himself isn’t sure, anyway, Isidro said the scales on his body are dragon scales, and they’re extremely powerful dragon scales at that.

As for the racial question, that issue should be left to biologists to study.

He’s just someone who makes egg-filled pancakes, what does he know about species classification.

Lu Wenwu’s silence made Ilder even more enraged.

His eyes were bloodshot, roaring in his mind: "Great Blood Demon? Is this the magic spell you’re so proud of? Is this the ancient magic combined with Blood Divine Skill that strikes directly at the opponent’s soul? Look for yourself, does he look like he’s in trouble!"

Ilder was anxious, and the Blood Demon was anxious too.

He had personally confirmed that the two attacks just now were absolutely flawless, even being the best, most perfect, and most powerful two magic spells he had practiced during this period.

But why did the attacks nullify on the opponent?

From the feedback of detection, the opponent at best was just a big, strong guy with sufficient qi and blood, completely unlike a very powerful mage, and didn’t even wear any powerful magic accessories for defense.

Without this assurance, the Blood Demon wouldn’t have urged Ilder to ambush the opponent tonight under the cover of darkness.

The Blood Demon didn’t understand, on what basis?

The "old grandpa" was still pondering, but Ilder, who was becoming more and more manic in his heart, couldn’t hold back anymore due to the long silence.

He relentlessly unleashed every magic spell, arcane art, and the blood magic taught by the Blood Demon at Lu Wenwu.

Lu Wenwu raised his hand to retract Mao Mao back into the Dragon Mansion, and strode forward to face the attack.

He tilted his head and turned his body.

Amidst the barrage of attacks, he strolled as if he were walking, dodging one magic strike after another, allowing them to explode beside or behind him.

"Stop now, tell the dean what happened to you, and you might still have a chance to turn back."

Waving his hand to deflect an ultra-giant Ice Spear Technique, which was at least Sixth Ring rank, Lu Wenwu looked at the near-insane Ilder and said calmly.

The ice spear exploded in the dark clouds of the sky, lowering the temperature in the area by a bit.

Lu Wenwu wasn’t sure if that possibly nonexistent God of Magic could truly grant someone casting talent, transforming them from a wastrel to a genius.

But the Blood Demon certainly couldn’t.

Ilder’s current appearance of rapid cultivation advancement, even skipping ranks to release arcane arts, was only because he was overexerting his lifespan.

And that’s all it was.

This life-consuming technique to gain power, even among Demon Skills and Evil Skills, is the lowest and worst kind.

True demon skills allow one to grow stronger and advance, transforming to a higher-tier life form, at any cost as long as life is taken as the prerequisite.

If even demon skills merely made one able to fight better but also die faster, the Demonic Dao would have disappeared long ago, with nothing left to inherit.

This way of exchanging one’s lifespan for power or talent is generally referred to as a Forbidden Technique.

A Forbidden Technique isn’t necessarily powerful, but it will certainly make you die faster.

The state added to Ilder by the Blood Demon is undoubtedly a crude Forbidden Technique.

It even contains some parts of ancient magic that Lu Wenwu can hardly understand, which is a bit beyond his knowledge.

𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

"The Blood Magic God himself was just a failure, easily suppressed by the Academy, why do you think he can bring you success? If you continue to degrade, you will die."

Lu Wenwu continued speaking, effortlessly catching a massive Flame Burst Skill flying towards his chest as if catching a basketball.

His hands clasped together in a fierce squeeze, and the violent heat wave instantly exploded, engulfing the entire forest land.