Chapter 95: The Wolf’s Blood is Boiling

Casting a spell primarily requires mental energy, but hand gestures are an essential part of the process.
Worse, I could feel my mental focus slipping.

The poison didn’t just paralyze my body—it was clouding my mind.
My consciousness was already starting to blur moments ago.
If Katherine hadn’t given me the antidote in time, I’d probably be unconscious by now, helplessly awaiting my fate.

Move, dmn it! Recover!
Am I not a bearer of the top-tier Phoenix bloodline? A bit of poison shouldn’t be a big deal for a bloodline like this!

Bang—
As I mentally screamed at myself to keep fighting, the powerful dark elf swung his massive, bloodthirsty blade at Carter again.
With just one brutal, straightforward slash, the once-mighty shield warrior was showing signs of buckling.

The others weren’t faring much better.
“Dmn it! MOVE!”

Seeing the noble squad in peril because of me, a surge of resolve welled up.
I opened my mouth and bit down hard on my tongue.

The sharp pain and metallic taste of blood flooded my mouth.
In that instant, I felt my blood boil, surging through my veins, aggressively countering the poison.

A power that shouldn’t belong to a Phoenix bloodline activated.
The flow of blood in my body grew searingly hot, entirely different from before.

At the same time, my fighting spirit roared to life.
In just a few breaths, my mental clarity snapped back to peak condition, and my body regained some mobility.

I raised my hand, mental energy coalescing instantly.
“Fireball!”

Lifting my barely movable left hand, I chanted a brief incantation.
A fist-sized fireball formed in my palm and shot straight at the dark elf facing Carter!

“Captain!”
I didn’t have the strength to warn Carter myself, but Katherine, knowing the power of my fireball, shouted to alert him.

Hearing her, Carter froze for a split second, then instinctively retreated several steps.
“Haha!? You dare attack me with a puny fireball?… Huh?!”

The dark elf, wielding his massive blade, scoffed at the approaching fireball, but his mocking laughter turned to shock.
The fist-sized fireball, seemingly harmless, grew larger and larger in midair.
By the time it reached him, it had swelled to the scale of a flame burst spell.

Golden-rank fighters were incredibly powerful, able to shrug off most physical attacks with their tough skin.
But even they couldn’t ignore the massive magical damage of a spell.

The dark elf, who’d dismissed my attack, let out a startled cry and dodged to the side just before the fireball hit.
The moment he stepped away, the fireball slammed into the ground, unleashing a massive explosion and shockwave!

BOOM!
Like a heavy artillery shell, my fireball produced the effect of a flame burst, kicking up dust and sending nearby dark elves sprawling.

But I wasn’t done!
After casting one fireball, I focused my mental energy again, and another fist-sized fireball formed in my palm.

This time… I aimed at the other dark elves!
“Go!”

Clenching my teeth, I hurled two fireballs toward a direction that seemed best for breaking out.
The fireballs, each as powerful as a flame burst, forced the dark elves to scatter.
Three or four unlucky ones couldn’t dodge in time and were engulfed in the explosive flames, turning into writhing, screaming fireballs.

“Let’s go!”
Carter seized the moment, charging toward the gap I’d created.

“Trying to escape!?”
The dark elf who’d narrowly dodged my attack glared at me, his face twisted with rage, as if he wanted to drag me down and torment me.
My response? Two more fireballs.

A chorus of angry shouts and curses erupted from the dark elves behind me, but I had no time to care what they were saying.
My body… felt hot.