Rebirth of a Cute Kid's Parallel World Adventures

Chapter 175 The Dark Mage's Absurd Transformation

Just then, a dark mage who had been hiding in the shadows, like a ghost, silently peeked out.

He was dressed in a long black robe, shrouded in darkness from head to toe, revealing only a pair of eyes that gleamed with a cunning light.

Those eyes were fixed on the righteous team, like a hungry wolf eyeing its prey, radiating a greedy and ferocious light.

He had been lying in wait in the shadows for a long time, waiting for this moment.

He knew that this was the perfect opportunity to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy.

So he decided without hesitation to unleash that legendary, earth-shattering ultimate move.

His hands moved swiftly through the air like a whirlwind, his fingers flying across the page, conjuring up a variety of complex and mysterious hand gestures.

Those gestures seemed to contain the mysteries of the universe. Each change seemed to be communicating with the mysterious forces between heaven and earth, and the surrounding air trembled slightly because of his movements.

A henchman couldn't help but ask, "Master, can your trick really take care of them all?"

The dark mage scoffed disdainfully, "Hmph, with this move, they'll all be reduced to ashes. Just wait and see!"

As the dark mage changed his hand gestures, the surrounding dark energy began to surge wildly.

It coalesced into a massive black vortex, from which faint, eerie roars could be heard, as if countless vengeful spirits were struggling within it.

The black vortex continued to expand, emanating a chilling aura, and cracks began to appear in the surrounding ground.

Black smoke billowed from the cracks, making the whole scene look like the end of the world.

The dark mage muttered incantations in a low, 'evil' voice, as if they were curses from the depths of the earth.

The warriors of the righteous army felt an immense pressure bearing down on them, making it difficult to breathe and slowing their movements.

Seeing this, Hua Yeman shouted, "Don't panic, everyone! Concentrate your attack!"

Everyone channeled their inner strength, preparing to meet this powerful attack.

At the same time, the dark mage's lips moved slightly as he chanted incantations.

The deep, obscure incantation seemed to come from the deepest depths of the underworld, sending chills down one's spine.

As the dark mage chanted, the surrounding dark 'energy' seemed to be summoned, surging wildly towards him.

They kept coming together and gradually formed a huge black vortex.

The vortex seemed to contain endless dark power, capable of devouring everything, even sucking in light, making the surroundings even darker.

My aunt shrank her neck and joked, "The way this guy chants his incantations sounds like my old bellows, all wheezing and puffing."

Grandma rolled her eyes at her: "Shut up, can't you see how tense the situation is?"

However, perhaps because this battle was too important, or perhaps because he was afraid of facing such a powerful force of justice,

The dark mage's heart trembled violently involuntarily.

His hands began to tremble slightly, and his once fluent gestures became somewhat flustered, like a beginner making hurried movements.

His lips were trembling, causing him to make a fatal mistake when reciting the incantation.

The incantation, which should have flowed smoothly like clouds and water, suddenly became stumbling and hesitant.

It was disorganized and chaotic, completely losing its original rhythm and cadence.

His voice began to tremble, as if a candle in the wind might be extinguished at any moment, and the faint sound seemed even more eerie in the darkness.

The dark mage was in a panic, muttering to himself, "Oh no, oh no, what's going on today? I hope I don't make any mistakes!"

The more anxious he became, the more mistakes he made; large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

It grazed the face contorted with terror, dripped onto the ground, and kicked up a small cloud of dust.

But at this point, he was powerless to care about any of that; he was focused on correcting his mistakes and regaining control of the dark power that was about to spiral out of control.

His eyes were filled with anxiety and despair, and his hands were waving even more frantically, trying to salvage the situation.

Large beads of sweat rolled down his face, soaking his black robe.

But things didn't go as planned. Just as he was in a flurry of activity, a strange and eerie light suddenly flashed by.

The light shone with a strange purple hue, carrying an air of mystery.

Then, a jaw-dropping scene happened.

In the blink of an eye, the dark mage transformed himself into a huge, fat-headed toad!

This toad was covered in bumpy, venomous tumors that emitted a nauseating stench, making it look like a monster crawling out of the abyss.

Its bulging eyes were filled with fear and confusion, clearly still reeling from this sudden turn of events.

It squatted there blankly, at a loss, its four short legs trembling slightly, as if wondering why it had suddenly become like this.

The righteous camp erupted in chaos.

"Haha, is this a new trend in dark magic? Transforming into a toad?"

A young female mage laughed until tears streamed down her face, patting the person next to her on the shoulder as she laughed.

"Maybe he's planning to put on a 'frog-jumping' show for us!" another soldier chimed in.

The surrounding darkness seemed to become somewhat chaotic due to its transformation.

The once powerful dark force seemed to have lost its command and scattered in all directions.

An eerie silence filled the air, as if even the darkness itself was shocked by this bizarre scene.

The toad lay quietly on the ground, its body pressed tightly against the earth, as if trying to blend itself into the land.

Its two round, bulging eyes were wide open, like two crystal-clear gems, but at this moment they were filled with fear and bewilderment.

Its mouth opens and closes, constantly making "quack quack" sounds, the sounds crisp and loud, echoing in the air.

His comical appearance instantly attracted the attention of everyone present. Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

"Haha, are you performing acrobatics?" A burly, strong soldier couldn't contain his laughter and teased loudly.

He laughed so hard he bent over backwards, his whole body arched, and he covered his stomach tightly with both hands, as if afraid he would laugh his belly apart.

The laughter was deafening, making the ears of those around them ring.

Seeing this, the other soldiers also burst into laughter.

Some people laughed so hard they couldn't stand up straight and could only barely stand by relying on their companions.

Some people laughed until tears welled up in their eyes, and the tears slid down their cheeks, forming clear tear tracks.

Some people even laughed so hard they couldn't breathe, and had to take deep breaths of fresh air to try to calm their excited emotions.

In an instant, the tense and oppressive atmosphere was broken by the sudden laughter, and it became relaxed and cheerful.

However, just as everyone was laughing happily, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came.

Immediately afterwards, a group of ferocious-looking, menacing dark warriors surged in like a tidal wave.