"Stupid!" Voldemort laughed at Adrian's remarks. He admitted the young wizard before him was impressive to have achieved this much, but did he think this alone could make up the gap in their strength?
What a joke.
Adrian ignored Voldemort's taunt and tried to control the unicorn, rushing toward Voldemort.
The white light and shadow stepped through the air. Without the restriction of gravity or a physical body, Cecilia moved as fast as white lightning!
"Oppugno!" Voldemort held his wand high. Surrounding rubble rose into the air—hundreds of pieces. With the fall of his wand, these stones of various sizes shot forward with piercing sounds.
This was also Oppugno, but in Voldemort's hands, the power was several times greater than Adrian's!
And this was still Voldemort weakened. So far, his strength wasn't even one-tenth of what it should be.
The indiscriminate range attack forced Adrian to hide behind a collapsed stone pillar again. He concentrated on controlling the unicorn's shadow.
This white illusory figure didn't truly exist. The sharp stones of various sizes pierced straight through the unicorn's body, bringing up strands of transparent smoke.
Seeing his spell was useless, Voldemort waved his wand and placed more than ten magical barriers around his body.
However, these temporary defenses didn't work at all.
The next moment, this white light and shadow that looked like an illusion had already passed through the layers of magical barriers and arrived before Voldemort.
Although the previous stones and magic barriers had shown that the unicorn seemed to be just a false phantom, Voldemort didn't dare relax. The thick black mist had already wrapped his body, and the tip of his wand pointed forward with blazing Fiendfyre!
However, the Fiendfyre that could burn everything didn't take effect this time. Half the unicorn's body went straight through. The black mist produced some obstacles, but it was obviously too late.
A pair of hooves fell heavily on Voldemort's body, shifting from virtual to solid. His chest cavity visibly dented. Voldemort's body was knocked backward by the enormous force, slamming into a distant pillar.
The strange Fiendfyre attached itself the moment the unicorn's figure manifested. The magical body dispersed again and turned into white streams of light, then gathered and changed back to its original form, as if the Fiendfyre curse had no effect on it.
But as the controller, Adrian felt most of the magic in his body had been emptied in an instant. His head spun, and he nearly fell to his knees.
He'd also lost the best time to pursue.
By the time he'd recovered and looked at where Voldemort had fallen, the strange figure had already stood up.
The black robe draped on Voldemort's body was now tattered. The hood had lifted, revealing the top of his head, wrinkled and completely bald. The exposed skin showed faint burn marks.
More importantly, black mist was constantly seeping from the bare skin. Even with his breastbone collapsed, Voldemort showed no signs of dying.
His vitality was so strong it left Adrian speechless. 'He's still not dead!'
"You'll pay for this!" Having been so badly damaged by a first-year wizard, Voldemort had already lost his mind. Raising his hand, he cast his most practiced spell, Avada Kedavra!
The dazzling green light penetrated the white light and shadow in front, heading straight for Adrian himself.
Unfortunately, this kind of directional curse was the easiest for Adrian to deal with. After all, he only needed to hide behind cover again.
To prevent Voldemort from using wide-range spells for indiscriminate attacks, Adrian controlled the unicorn's shadow to launch another assault.
It was still the same pattern. The unicorn transformed into galloping light. Any magic Voldemort cast was useless against it. Only the mysterious black mist could provide some blocking effect.
Realizing this, Voldemort also began fighting desperately. The black mist originally used to defend his body all gushed out, faintly forming a long, narrow snake shadow. Under its entanglement, the white light and shadow couldn't get close for a while.
Seeing Voldemort was about to stabilize himself, Adrian realized the situation wasn't good. He pulled out two round irregular objects from his robes and threw them forward.
"Reducto!" Voldemort didn't have the nerve to let those things get close. His backhand was a blasting curse that exploded the two round objects!
However, what Voldemort hadn't expected was that after these two things exploded, there was yellow viscous liquid inside them. Like raindrops, it spilled in all directions. Part of it landed on the top of his head and clothes.
Voldemort worried at first whether this liquid might be poison that could corrode the human body, but he soon discovered he didn't feel any discomfort.
Just the smell was incredible. It seemed to be... dung?
Voldemort's brain froze. He'd never encountered such a situation in battle.
"Are these just your disgusting little tricks?" Voldemort roared furiously. The black mist snake containing the unicorn's shadow nearly disintegrated directly.
"I've got plenty of tricks. How about trying this?" Adrian noticed this and decided to keep up the momentum. His wand moved lightly, and purple light shot out, hitting Voldemort who had no black mist protection and limited mobility.
"Mortificus!"
Voldemort, who'd been extremely angry, experienced fear in an instant. He found his body, barely supported by magic, could no longer withstand the heavy pressure. Starting from his palm, it began to shrink and age. Skin and bones kept cracking and collapsing.
"What kind of magic is this?" Voldemort was horrified to find his immortal soul was beginning to decline.
'Impossible! How could my soul die when I have Horcruxes?'
Voldemort soon realized something was wrong with his state. Once he understood this, the fear curse was lifted, and his body restored to its original withered appearance.
Seeing Voldemort break free of the curse easily, Adrian wasn't surprised. In fact, if the Dark Lord's power hadn't declined to such an extreme at this moment, and if the scene he'd constructed hadn't been the death Voldemort was most unwilling to face, it wouldn't have taken effect at all.
But the delay of two or three seconds was enough. The unicorn's shadow had broken through the black mist. The spiral horn on its head pierced through Voldemort's heart, the tip with scarlet blood emerging from his back, pushing Voldemort all the way toward the fiery wall.