Hogwarts: The Mafia Lord of Slytherin-Chapter 648: [] The Violet Death Mist

"Alright. I am the Sect Leader now. My life is insignificant, but the Kunlun legacy cannot be broken."

The Sect Leader smiled, a calm resignation in his eyes. "I trust Erwin; he will preserve the legacy."

While the master and disciple spoke their final words, Charlotte and her team reached the Sect Leader’s side. Charlotte bowed slightly. "Senior. We are ready."

"Everything is prepared," she confirmed. "The other battlefields are standing by."

The Sect Leader glanced at the Kunlun disciples engaged in fierce combat against the Qin forces. "I hope my choice is not a mistake."

"You never disappoint anyone," Charlotte said firmly. "Never."

The Sect Leader smiled. From his robes, he produced the Sect Leader’s Seal—a heavy, mountain-shaped artifact. As divine power surged through him, the seal began to fracture. Wisps of pale blue energy seeped from the cracks, sinking into the earth. Runes flared to life across the battlefield.

The Kunlun elders fighting Basil Bai broke away instantly. Basil Bai sensed the shift immediately—a faint, creeping danger. He instinctively tried to retreat, but the Kunlun Grand Elders closed the circle, flanked by Charlotte’s team. Sunny tossed a runic plate into the air.

"Expand!"

The plate shattered, and a massive array unfolded, trapping Basil Bai. He swung his sword, desperate to break the barrier, but the elders and Charlotte launched a coordinated assault, forcing him on the defensive. Though he deflected their blows, he was pinned. The formation solidified around him, impenetrable.

Then, violet mist began to rise from the ground.

Basil Bai roared, "What have you done?!"

No one answered. The Kunlun disciples sat cross-legged, their faces blank, channeling every ounce of magical energy into the earth. Their power dissipated, fueling the spreading fog.

Basil Bai struck the barrier—clang, clang—but it held. The violet mist rolled forward, engulfing the Qin soldiers. Those touched by it didn’t even scream; they simply vanished, swallowed whole by the unnatural haze.

"Damn it! Stop this!" Basil Bai bellowed, watching his men—veterans of countless campaigns—fall without resistance. Panic seized him. He battered the shield, but it was useless.

On other battlefields, identical runes ignited. Even on the grounds where Grindelwald, Dumbledore, and Voldemort had fallen, violet mist swirled. Dumbledore and Grindelwald withered rapidly, orbs of light rising from their bodies. On Voldemort’s corpse, the same occurred.

Friend or foe, all were claimed.

On the battlefield of Rivers and Monty Meng, the runes flared the moment they appeared. Monty Meng sensed the trap and tried to retreat, but Rivers moved.

Lightning retracted into Rivers’ body. He coughed blood, his aura plummeting, but he became a living bolt, crashing into Monty Meng. Before the general could react, Rivers seized him. Lightning surged, piercing Monty Meng’s flesh. He screamed as the runes closed in, sealing the field.

The violet mist spread. Qin soldiers vanished. Pure-blood family members watched in grim satisfaction—until a patriarch from America brushed against the fog and lost his legs instantly.

Panic erupted.

"Damn it! It’s attacking everyone!"

"Stop! We’re allies!"

"The Cavendish family is betraying us!"

Their cries were useless. The mist consumed them, too.

Rivers clung to Monty Meng, who had ceased resistance. As the violet fog closed in, Monty Meng smiled. "Mutual destruction?"

"Not quite," Rivers rasped, blood on his lips. "Your prison. Your grave."

The mist swallowed them both. Silence fell over the battlefield.

On the Kunlun field, Basil Bai watched the Qin army vanish, followed by the Kunlun disciples, then the elders. They accepted death with eerie calm. Finally, the violet mist enveloped Basil Bai. He vanished, his roars cut short.