After taking out these blades, Andre lifted his wand and gently waved it at them, and the blades, like autumn leaves, were swept up by a gentle breeze. Immediately following, the blades arranged themselves in a row, circling Andre once, and then floated half a meter in front of him, spinning continuously clockwise as if they had been put into a tumble dryer, during which a clatter of metal striking metal could be heard.
Soon, the blades in front of Andre spun faster and faster, until they transformed into a vortex of sharp edges. Just a few seconds later, the blades in front of Andre had already rolled into a Blade Storm where only afterimages could be seen, and the airflow generated by it even made his clothes flap loudly.
Just then, Andre shouted to Alan, "Get out of the way!"
Alan, who had been clearing the undead in front using his longsword, had been keeping a part of his mind on the movements behind him. Upon hearing Andre's warning, he immediately dodged to the side without hesitation, clearing the space directly in front.
"Awaken the storm, blades unsheathed!"
Seeing Alan dodge in time, Andre confidently pushed the Blade Storm he had created forward, sending the whirlwind, carrying countless sharp blades, rushing forward like a horizontally rolling tornado.
Those Netherworld Guardians, with Alan no longer blocking them, frantically charged forward, only to plunge directly into this terrifying storm. The fully armed Netherworld Guardians, upon crashing into the Blade Storm, were as if they had fallen into a true vortex of death. The powerful whirlwind not only made them unstable and stumble, but the sharp blades also dealt them fatal blows.
These uniquely shaped blades, enhanced by the storm and controlled by Andre, transformed into small propellers with sharp edges. The undead were instantly shredded upon contact, and even their equipment could not withstand it for a single second. Speaking of which, the undead ravaged by the Blade Storm could no longer simply be called fragments; they were practically pounded into a pulp, as if thrown into a juicer.
Adding to the mud already clinging to the Netherworld Guardians, the basement walls, ceiling, and floor were almost entirely covered with the shredded flesh of the undead. Moreover, in this relatively confined environment, those Netherworld Guardians had nowhere to dodge or escape. Their only fate was to be ground into a pulp and splattered everywhere. In just a moment, the basement floor was covered with a thick layer of black viscous liquid, making everyone feel as if they were in a swamp.
To be honest, Edmund and Allen, who were standing nearby, turned pale upon seeing that Andre's methods were even more gruesome than Alan's. Fortunately, they managed to hold back and not vomit on the spot.
Phoenix in the Sludge Fountain, upon discovering Andre's offensive, was actually very anxious. Even though she increased the speed of sending out the undead, she still couldn't stop the advance of the Blade Storm, and soon it had almost completely cleared the undead around the portal. At this point, Andre, Edmund, and the others who had entered later finally saw the true appearance of the Sludge Fountain, which had been hidden behind the undead.
"Now!" Alan shouted when he saw a brief vacuum in front of the portal. He then poured the overloaded Wild Lightning magic into his legs and pushed forward with all his might, charging straight ahead.
Completely disregarding whether the raging Blade Storm in front would harm him, Alan believed that Andre could control his magic well, and the opportune moment was fleeting. If he had to wait for Andre to stop his magic before attacking, it was very likely that the Netherworld Guardians would close in again.
Although this was Andre's first time cooperating with Alan in actual combat, upon hearing the other party's shout, he immediately understood the meaning. He instantly flicked his wand and simultaneously used both hands to part the spinning blades in front of him, like a vortex, allowing them to move aside as if at his command, forming a good complement to Alan's entry.
Alan, who had pushed his speed to the limit, transformed into a long string of faint blue afterimages as he moved forward, crossing the ten-meter distance in an instant and arriving in front of the portal. After casually cleaving the two undead that had just emerged in front of him with his longsword, Alan activated the Spatial Blockade Talisman in his left hand and threw it forcefully into the Sludge Fountain.
After completing this operation, Alan did not linger, immediately stepping back two steps. After all, using the Spatial Blockade Talisman to close the portal was just his previous conjecture; whether it would work still depended on the effect. Furthermore, he was unsure if this strange summoning ritual, once interrupted, would have any peculiar subsequent reactions. In any case, it was better to be cautious.
After the Sludge Fountain in front was struck by the talisman, the continuously surging mud stopped in mid-air, as if frozen instantly, and no more Netherworld Guardians emerged from it.
"Bang!"
Before anyone could react to the unusual scene, the frozen Sludge Fountain suddenly exploded with a roar, and at the same time, the black mud splattered outward, revealing Phoenix hidden in the middle. Although Phoenix had been submerged in mud before, she was surprisingly clean after reappearing, as if the black mud was not dirt to her at all. It was just that her face had turned extremely pale now; clearly, this summoning ritual had also taken a significant toll on her.
And Phoenix, seeing that her summoning magic, used at great cost, still failed to stop the two in front of her, immediately became furious, her eyes splitting with rage, "What an Andre, what a Schmidt family, I curse you all..."
"Go to hell!"
Before Phoenix could utter her malicious curse, Alan flashed forward with a front kick, sending her flying heavily, and at the same time, he threw his sword backhanded, the blade piercing directly through Phoenix, nailing her against the wall.
Facing an enemy, Alan had no habit of speaking unnecessary words, especially with Phoenix. Her methods were too bizarre, and he was afraid that if he acted any slower, something else troublesome would happen.
At this moment, Phoenix, nailed to the wall, had not completely breathed her last. Besides enduring the immense pain of electric shock all over her body, her greatest feeling in her heart was an endless sense of grievance.
That's right, it was grievance.
She had been dominant in the magical world for so many years and had never experienced such a frustrating battle as this. It was all because of this young rascal in front of her, who always prevented her from finishing her sentences!