The truly high-temperature flame has no form, it will burn everything to ashes, including air and light. The Mage rushed to Morgan's side and raised the Powerful Wand. At this moment, any spell to protect against fire would seem powerless; they are as insignificant as fireflies trying to outshine the sun when faced with the Flame King's attack. The only way to withstand the Balrog Flame Demon's attack is to become a Balrog Flame Demon yourself.

Perhaps the Great Mage of the transformation department from the Mage Association has this ability. Whether it's an Ancient Giant Dragon or an Abyss Demon, they can transform in an instant. Lynch raised his Magic Wand, only having time to cast a "Plane Synchronization." He couldn't transform himself into a Balrog Flame Demon, only making his body try to adapt to the world where the Flame Demons come from, to gain resistance to the flames.

The rocks in front of the Mage instantly melted, like solid ice meeting a blazing meteor that pierced the sky. The Mage's entire body was engulfed in flames. Behind his white flames, the stones barely maintained their original form. Morgan retreated continuously, seeing nothing but a familiar black silhouette standing in his vision amidst the red and white flashes. The ruby ring on his hand seemed to fend off the flames. If it weren't for this, Morgan would have long turned to ashes in the flames.

Lynch endured immense pain, the air waves forcing him to slide back. He planted the Powerful Wand into the ground to barely stabilize his body and concentrated his will to pull out the scroll from his bosom. Only when he could first resist the Hellfire could the Elemental Protection spell work. The cloak sent by the Elf Queen had already begun to develop holes, continuously expanding and extending. The natural power from the forest was barely holding on against the destructive flames.

"Get lost, you flames from Bator." A blue ring appeared around Lynch, allowing his body to finally stand upright: "You have no right to enter this world anymore! Go back to where you came from!"

The shadow took another step forward, causing the advantage the Mage had barely gained to be completely lost. The circle of blue light crumbled, shattering into a ground covered with stars. Lynch pulled out the scroll meant to suppress the Fire Element Elder and held it high above his head. He shouted, "The fury of flames shall vanish before me, and the burning rage shall become nothing! Flames, retreat!"

A rainbow-colored light spread from the Mage's hand, pressing down from the top of the cave. The Flame Demon shouted, raising its fist and swinging upward. With a tremendous noise, the entire Ridge Mountains trembled. Snow waves roared down from the mountain top, sweeping across the northern plains like a tsunami. Inside, countless rocks fell from the mountain and crashed toward the scattered flames. For a moment, the red light here was like little grass blades beaten chaotically in a storm, struggling desperately to survive.

Yet, the spell still had its rightful effect. The shadows on the Flame Demon's body began to dim, revealing red lights. Among the cracks in its tough skin, magma seemed to flow continuously. Lynch felt extreme discomfort throughout his body, as he now belonged to a species from the Flame Hell, much like the Balrog Flame Demon. The spell to suppress flames was also a torment for him, and the desire to escape constantly tempted and eroded his resolve. Only a stubborn determination kept the Mage from retreating a single step.

"Die, you Fire Monster!" Morgan flashed out from behind Lynch, hurling his Warhammer at the Balrog Flame Demon with all his might. His cheeks were flushed, as if ashamed and angry at his previous hesitation and retreat. The Dwarf concentrated all his strength on his right arm, and due to the excessive force, his swollen blood vessels burst after the throw, with blood flowing down his sturdy arm, yet the Dwarf paid no heed.

The white Warhammer flew across the battlefield, passing through everyone's sight. Although it had the speed of lightning breaking through the sky, everyone on the battlefield felt that this moment stretched out as if in slow motion, long enough for a lifetime to pass. At that instant, the Balrog Flame Demon raised its arm, trying to block the small hammer headed towards it. Everyone held their breath, silently calculating the speeds of the arm and the hammer. Ultimately, the Balrog did not have time to build a defense, and the hammer struck directly into its white eye, penetrating its skull.

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