The rain in the sky has stopped, and the wet ground has been dried.
According to common sense, after a round of attacks, you should check the effects.
But recalling what Rhode said earlier, even the Purgatory Sub-Dragon couldn't do anything to the Second Generation, so everyone took advantage and launched another round of attacks while he was still struggling to resist.
Rain of Light, Smashing Magic, Thunder Dragon Celestial Halberd, Light Particle Sword, Hellfire, the roar of the Cloud Sub-Dragon...
Various magic, with the power boost of the Broken Ghost Crown and the true damage of the Crown of Embers, repeatedly fell upon Precht.
Six people formed a semicircle, eyes intently fixed on the spot just attacked.
The glow of magic faded, the dust gradually dispersed, and a large pit began to reveal itself on the ground.
A hand reached out from the pit, grabbing onto the ground.
Next, Precht jumped out of the pit, his clothes now tattered, beard charred, and a few scars on his face.
"Well done, Makarov..." Precht's voice was gloomy, sounding very angry, "you've actually trained so many powerful little brats."
As he spoke, the injuries on his body rapidly healed.
Erza exclaimed, "The attack really had no effect."
Kildas denied, "No, it had an effect. He just defended against most of the attack, then used some kind of magic to recover his injuries."
Mira said, "Ordinary magic couldn't possibly do this, right?"
Even Wendy, a mage specializing in Healing Magic, couldn't heal her injuries, so Precht's magic was definitely extraordinary.
"As expected of the Second Generation." Rhode's eyes sparkled.
He wanted to learn such amazing magic too. If he mastered it, wouldn't his ability to protect his life sharply increase?
Makarov's expression shifted, puzzled and doubtful: "This feeling, is it perhaps... that?"
"Oh? You figured it out? Indeed." Precht wasn't surprised, after all, Makarov was the one charged with guarding the guild's greatest secret.
"How could there possibly be a second one of such a thing?!"
Makarov traced zigzagging lines through the air with his fingers, each turn becoming a light bullet firing at Precht.
The others were confused, 'What is that? What's this about the first and second?'
Precht created a Magic Shield to block Makarov's attack with a calm face:
"It's something I originally created, so why can't there be a second? Makarov, although you've earned the title of one of the Ten Wizard Saints, your understanding of the Demon Path is still too shallow...
"No, I should say that the vast majority of people in the world have a shallow understanding of the Demon Path. Only I am the one closest to the abyss of the Demon Path!"
As he said this, Precht's expression was both proud and arrogant, as this was his most proud achievement.
In the field of magic research, Makarov admitted he was not qualified to contend with the Second Generation.
But what concerned him more was how this wise and kindly elder had turned into what he now beheld: "What did you go through after leaving the guild?"
"Just gained a deeper understanding of the essence of Magic!" Precht did not wish to elaborate further, his hands gathering terrifying Dark Energy, which he whipped towards the group like a long whip.
Kildas raised his hand to smash it, Laxus countered with lightning, Erza swung her Light Particle Sword to resist, Mira pulled her cloak in front of her to block, Rhode waved his wings to stir up a fierce wind.
Everyone had their own methods, Makarov quickly sketched a golden Defense Magic Array. Simultaneously, he said to the others, "Listen, the opponent has a kind of magic that can provide him with nearly infinite Magic Power!"
"Infinite Magic Power? How could there be such a thing..." Erza instinctively wanted to refute, but looking at the blue flowing light around her, she glanced at Rhode again.
Maybe it's not impossible?
The others also realized that this magic called the Crown of Insight, seemed to allow the wielder to have almost infinite Magic Power, as long as the total magic power reached a certain amount?
In that case, even in a protracted battle, there's no need to be afraid of him.
Makarov continued, "Combining infinite Magic Power with a certain magic mastered by the Second Generation allows him to recover quickly from any serious injury."
In this aspect, the Crown of Embers and the Broken Ghost Crown could have somewhat similar effects, though not nearly as effective as Precht's magic.
Makarov said, "I suspect his weakness should be..."
"You're talking too much, Makarov!" Precht clasped his hands together, Dark Energy surged out like a waterfall, rushing towards Makarov.
Makarov mimicked the gesture, a pillar of golden light gushed forth, confronting the Dark Energy head-on.
His Light Magic had some restraining effect on ordinary Dark Attribute Magic, but this time, Makarov was clearly at a disadvantage.
Sweat beaded on Makarov's forehead, but he continued speaking: "His Magic Power likely comes from something similar to a 'core', you must find it and destroy it!"
The pillar of light was being continuously eroded by darkness, gradually encroaching towards his direction.
Fortunately, he was not fighting alone.
Laxus was the first to take action: "Thunder Dragon Celestial Halberd!"
"Ugh..." Precht was shrouded in lightning, frowning. Although not afraid of these people, being besieged was extremely unpleasant.
And this was just the beginning.
Kildas was already charging at him, and in Precht's displeased gaze, he punched him in the jaw: "Exorcism and Righteousness·One Day!"
This was one of Kildas's strongest moves, concentrating the immense Power of Smashing Magic into a punch to the enemy's body.
Precht's magic was immediately forced to stop as his body was engulfed in the Light Magic released by Makarov.
An upward and backward force sent him flying diagonally.
Erza and Mira quickly pursued him.
"Reequip·Fairy Armor!" This was one of the few remaining armors with great Power that hadn't been destroyed by Ultear.
She swung her Longsword, the green light slashing into Precht's chest.
Meanwhile, Mira formed a claw with her right hand, Hellfire gathering in front to form a massive Devil Claw, which she slammed towards Precht's head: "Hutley's Claw!"
"Move aside!" Rhode called out, grasping the pendant on his chest, "Summoning, Throat of Dishonor!"
A giant purple spider appeared out of nowhere, shrieking as it thrust its spike-like claw tip sharply into Precht's chest.
The claw tip pierced through Precht's body, pinning him to the ground.
The rumbling sound of explosions erupted, the aftershocks from this move triggered a series of explosions across the land, extending out to the island, with even several columns of water shooting up on the sea surface.
The Big Spider lingered only for a second before sensibly returning on its own to the Twisted Jungle, spitting a glob of webbing towards the crack where Precht lay before it left.