Chapter 572: Fu's Plan

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The entire battlefield exploded and trembled at this moment, and the sky seemed to be torn in two. On one side was the dazzling holy light, and on the other side was the dark abyss that swallowed everything. The rolling air waves swept across the fields, and the ceiling, stone steps and walls of the Death Hall were all shaken to have shocking cracks, as if they would collapse at any time.

Countless members of the Order of the Phoenix and Aurors were thrown to the ground, their ears buzzing and their eyes white. Some were so shocked that they could hardly see clearly, while others tried to shout but could not hear their own voices. The air seemed to be sucked out in an instant, and the whole world was left with only the roar of blazing and destruction.

Scrimgeour and several Aurors who were fighting on the front line were blown away and fell heavily against the stone wall, with blood spurting out of their mouths.

Fudge was safe and sound. Crocker alertly activated some kind of magical mechanism in the Department of Mysteries, and an invisible barrier separated the corner where the two were.

On the other side of the Death Hall, the girls of the Sleeping Dragon Society looked at the ring of fire that burned the sky and the earth in horror, but they were firmly protected by the "Holy Spirit Corpse" summoned by Susan. The huge purple skeleton phantom spread its wings like a god, allowing the sky and the earth to collapse, and even the scattered dust did not float to their side.

And the center of the impact——

Hercule, Dumbledore and Grindelwald were the first to be hit. Their bodies were suddenly engulfed by the flames and air waves and were blown away in an instant!

Hailbo struggled to stand up and knelt on one knee. Half of his body had been burned black, his skin was cracked like charcoal, and his flesh was bloody. Black smoke was still rising. But his eyes were still as red as fire.

A dark purple evil energy was surging out of his body, wrapping around the wound like a vine, quickly repairing his body.

"Gu..." He coughed out a mouthful of burnt blood, but a hideous obsession appeared on his face.

In comparison, the situations of Dumbledore and Grindelwald were even more tragic.

Grindelwald's wand had broken into two pieces and fell beside him. His chest was covered in blood and he looked like he was soaked in a pool of blood. His breath was extremely weak and he had already fallen into a coma.

Although Dumbledore was still conscious, he was covered in wounds. He slumped to the ground, his robes torn, his messy silver hair covering his forehead, and his familiar half-moon glasses completely shattered.

Blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth, his clothes were stained red, and his once wise and calm eyes were now dim and lifeless, as if he had aged dozens of years in an instant.

Xie Ling himself was farther away, and in front of him, another "Xie Ling" blocked the attack for him. As his body slowly broke apart piece by piece, it finally turned into ashes - that was the secret magic secret passed down from the Yaxley family, the "Immortal Incarnation".

The undead incarnation is originally immortal and indestructible. Under normal circumstances, even if it is broken into pieces by the Killing Curse, those pieces will automatically return to their original positions, stitch together and return to their original state.

But the destructive force suffered by the incarnation before him had obviously exceeded the limit that the immortal incarnation could withstand.

At this moment, Xie Ling has returned to his original appearance and exited the celestial state.

Even without the blessing of the celestial state, with the magic power sharing of Sharfu and the amplification of the Midnight Wand, his combat power still remained at the level of a great magician. Facing the obviously injured Helbo, he already had a good chance of winning.

Suddenly, Xie Ling's expression changed.

When Herpo and Dung were fighting just now, Voldemort had disappeared from the spot without anyone knowing.

not good!

Xie Ling's divine Amaterasu was fully activated, and thanks to Xie Ling's extraordinary mental strength and sensory ability, he was finally able to catch a glimpse of Voldemort's trace. The latter had now turned into an invisible and blurry shadow, and had rushed to the door of the prayer wheel collection room, only one step away from the door.

It turns out that this was Voldemort's idea from the very beginning!

Although Voldemort appeared with other demons, he was rarely involved in direct combat, but was always roaming around Helper. It turned out that they had planned from the beginning to let other demons attract attention, so as to create an opportunity for Voldemort to sneak into the prayer wheel collection room.

"Daphne!" Xie Ling shouted loudly. At the same time, he displayed the secret skill "Walking like the Flying". He leaped up like an arrow from a bow. His figure flashed like lightning and went straight to the prayer wheel collection room.

Voldemort transformed from a shadow into a human form again and reached out to touch the red door of the prayer wheel collection room.

Zizi... Zizi... A sound similar to that of seeds cracking came into Voldemort's ears from the red door.

A thin vine was suddenly wrapped around Voldemort's wrist. It looked a bit like a devil's snare, but the branches were covered with red spots, just like blood spots.

"Bastard!" Voldemort cursed. He tried to turn his wand upside down and cast a spell to cut off the branches on his wrist, but found that layer upon layer of vine walls had already clung to the red door.

Daphne, who was dozens of feet away, breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Xie Ling had already instructed that this gate was the enemy's target, so that once she found an opportunity, she would secretly implant "seeds" on the gate in advance in case of emergency. At the critical moment, she could remotely activate it through the Druid sect's unique plant magic.

This came in handy at this moment, proving how far-sighted Schelling was.

And Xie Ling's figure also came from behind and approached quickly, "Voldemort, you will never succeed!"

It was not impossible for Voldemort to break through the wall of vines, but Schelling was confident that he could not be faster than him.

"Hellfire!" A familiar voice came into Xie Ling's ears.

A black wall of fire suddenly appeared in front of Xie Ling, blocking his way. He turned his head and saw Morgan, who had fully recovered, staring at Xie Ling with hatred, with the magic wand in his hand spewing powerful black flames.

Damn, I missed a step.

Hailbo was injured, Anubis and Barbarossa were entangled by Aurors and members of the Order of the Phoenix, and only Morgan could delay them.

Hiss~~
The vines on the red gate fell off one by one.

Voldemort took the lead over Sherin and unleashed the magic of the wall of vines on the red door. He reached out and pushed the door open, revealing a golden prayer wheel behind the door.

There was no time left. Xie Ling gritted his teeth and rushed through the burning hellfire.

"You--" Morgan was shocked and dazed when she saw Xie Ling so disregarding his own response. She had never thought that Xie Ling would be so decisive and resolute. Sadness suddenly appeared in her eyes. The Hellfire was the exclusive secret of the Hell Dragon Emperor, and she knew how terrifying it was.

Although Xie Ling was her old enemy, killing him with her own hands now could not bring her any pleasure. Instead, she was replaced by another deep feeling of guilt.

"Oh!"

A scarlet magic spell whizzed out from Xie Ling's magic wand like a meteorite with a tail of flame. It arrived first and turned into a rage that smashed into the center of the prayer wheel!
That was the explosion spell that Sherin had cast.

“Ka-ka-ka!”

The ancient prayer wheel vibrated violently, and the spells and symbols on it peeled off and shattered like falling stars, and the light dissipated like flying ashes!
Then, a deafening bang shook the entire Ministry of Magic building -

"boom!"

The prayer wheel completely collapsed, debris flying everywhere, as if its destiny had come to an end.

Hailbo, who was far away, saw the prayer wheel shattered, his eyes were bloodshot and his pupils contracted violently.

He clenched his teeth, his expression grim, and instantly realized—

This infiltration operation, which involved all five demons, even involved exposing many of their hidden cards, ultimately ended in failure.

"retreat."

He growled and sent out a signal to evacuate. (End of this chapter)