Chapter 1111 351: Facing the Demigod (Part 3)

"I! Invincible!"

Heka-Ur wasted no words, his snake-shaped staff pointing lightly.

Bang!!!

The sky above the gladiatorial arena suddenly twisted, a burning meteor tearing through space, trailing a long tail of flames as it hurled toward Ian! Divine flames flickered across its surface, a manifestation of the wrath of Sun God Ra.

Ian's magic wand swiftly rose.

"Fractus Spatium!" (Space Rip)

Silver-gray magic power formed a twisted rift ahead, the meteor disappeared within it. But in the next second, the space behind Ian abruptly ripped open.

The meteor unexpectedly burst out, charging straight at his back!

"Space return? Well played."

Without looking back, Ian reached into the money bag with his left hand and tossed a small mirror backward—

"Speculum Reflecto!" (Mirror Reflection)

The meteor crashed into the rapidly expanding mirror, rebounding back faster toward Heka-Ur!

The demigod wizard's staff struck the ground.

A shield composed of starlight dots materialized. The moment the meteor struck, the entire arena trembled, the shockwave tearing the obsidian ground into web-like cracks.

"Stone Spear Technique!" Heka-Ur promptly cast another spell, the ground cracking open as countless stone spears sprang up, targeting Ian's position!

Ian's figure flashed, a magic array glowing beneath him, instantaneously teleporting him into the air, evading the fatal attack.

"Thunder Arrow!" He swung his wand in midair, three lightning arrows pierced through the sky with thunderous force, striking directly at Heka-Ur!

Heka-Ur remained calm, tilting his staff horizontally while chanting an ancient spell: "Holy Shield Hirus!"

A golden shield of light emerged, blocking all the thunder arrows, lightning scattering and illuminating the entire arena.

The stands filled with "phantom fans" were already in an uproar:

"Ian! Take him down!"

"Pride of Hogwarts!"

"Master of Magic Potions, Magic Master, Alchemist!"

These were the cries of the phantom fans. Meanwhile, on the other side, the "phantom audience" representing ancient Egyptian history whispered lowly, their faces etched with shock and awe.

"He can actually battle Heka-Ur to a draw?"

"This is impossible... Heka-Ur is a demigod!"

"That wizard... who is he really?"

As the battle intensified, the structure of the arena began to change drastically.

The ground kept expanding, space folding layer by layer, the original circular platform extending into a vast area. Twelve stone pillars transformed into sky-reaching towers, shooting beams of light from their tops, interweaving into a grid-like enchantment. The ghostly souls in the audience seats were horrified to find their position being infinitely pushed back.

In the blink of an eye, the arena became overwhelmingly large. Clearly, as the battle grew fierce, the arena expanded continuously to ensure both sides received ample casting space.

Heka-Ur suddenly spread his arms, the stellar patterns on his robe all lighting up.

"Ankh Udja Seneb!" (Life, Prosperity, Health)

The ancient Egyptian reviving spell echoed through the space, the obsidian beneath Ian's feet suddenly softening, countless shrouds stretching out to wrap around his legs. Even more terrifying, he felt his life force being forcibly drained—the shrouds were absorbing his lifespan!

"Death magic?" Ian chuckled coldly, "Coincidentally, I'm skilled in that too."

He allowed the shrouds to wrap up to his waist, his wand pointing at his temple:

"Memento Mori!" (Remember Death)

Silver-gray magic spread like ripples.

All the shrouds instantly decayed into ashes. Meanwhile, Heka-Ur staggered backward—age spots emerged on his face, wrinkles creeping across his skin visibly.

"You..."

For the first time, the starry eyes of the demigod wizard revealed shock, "You reversed my life and death laws?"

Ian flicked his wand.

"Just a reminder, death cannot overcome me."

This sentence was spoken quite plainly by Ian, though somewhat boastfully, given the God of Death Anubis was not far away; it was truly dismissive of Anubis.

Heka-Ur was utterly enraged. He removed his crown, letting the obsidian and gold melt and reforge on the throne, finally transforming into a long spear burning with blue flames.

"In the name of Ra!"

The instant the spear was launched, space tore open with a blazing trail. This was no ordinary attack but a divine finishing strike, infused with the Sun God's essence!

The power of laws was active!