The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 373

Neasilis and his companions were startled by the successive roars coming from behind. How did the Mollen family get here? Do they also seek to claim the Kings' Acceptance?

Neasilis turned to keep a watchful eye on the enigmatic youth, but he was gone... vanished without a trace as if he had never been there at all.

"What sorcery is this?" Neasilis shivered inwardly, and the others were no less frightened.

"Retreat! We deal with the Mollen family first. A mere merchants' guild couldn’t defy us,” Lord Viperbane and the other champions hastily withdrew, charging toward the distant battlefield to confront the Mollen family's forces.

In the high-altitude arena of the combat, Jarad unleashed his formidable power, relentlessly thrashing Lord Viperbane with a storm of fists, driving him into Cloudveil Woods. Over five thousand meters, they fought, the sound of cracking bones echoing through the sky. From afar, onlookers gasped at the display. Jarad was ferociously strong. No matter how much Lord Viperbane resisted, he couldn't break free, continuously spitting blood and being forced to retreat.

The Grand Elder vanquished Commander Kashann's tenacious assaults time and again, closing in on him and shattering all dazzling lights. His dark iron cudgel struck thrice upon the Commander's chest. “You're beyond saving. Cease your futile struggle." NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

Commander Kashann's chest bone shattered. He spat blood profusely and was violently knocked back hundreds of meters, retreating above the ancient city's skies.

The Grand Elder, clutching his dark iron cudgel, advanced with imposing might, letting out a long cry, and twirling in mid-air. The cudgel, burning with fierce black flames, struck like an angry dragon's tail, aiming a vicious blow at Commander Kashann's head. "You serve no purpose anymore. It’s time for you to die."

"Traitor! Even in death, I'll drag you down with me! For the honor of the Organization!" Commander Kashann coughed up blood, summoning his last strength to form eight barriers of light in front of him. However, he was too weak, and his battered body was barely able to maintain any defenses. Accompanied by the sound of shattering, the dark iron cudgel smashed through all protective barriers, heading straight for Commander Kashann's face.

"Even if I die, you will never be Commander," Commander Kashann spat blood, ready to detonate himself.

At the critical moment, a shower of flowers cascaded from the sky, seemingly gentle and light. The petals swiftly descended, and aserene and enchanting woman stepped out from the tide of blossoms, her delicate fingers pushing forward to meet the iron cudgel head-on. Clang! The collision set off a thunderous din like clashing steel, deafening all around, and in the shockwave's epicenter, the dark iron cudgel was abruptly halted in mid-air by that delicate hand.

"The Floral Enchantress Commander?!" Grand Elder furrowed his brow deeply.

"Enough!" The Floral Enchantress Commander vibrated her slender hand, pushing back the dark cudgel staff, causing the Grand Elder to stagger back dozens of meters before he could steady himself.

A colossal crane swooped down from the sky, whipping up fierce winds that forced the Grand Elder to retreat a thousand meters more. The crane picked up both the Floral Enchantress Commander and Commander Kashann, soaring into the skies of Stormcast.

"Cough... cough..." Commander Kashann knelt on the back of the crane, coughing up blood profusely. His complexion was ashen, and his body trembled uncontrollably. "Why didn’t you kill him?"

"All I can do is this," the Floral Enchantress Commander said, seated upon the crane. With her hands open wide and fingertips twirling, endless petals fell like rain, enveloping the vast expanse of Stormcast.

A sturdy vine burst forth from the ground, spreading its chaotic branches, reaching for the nearby ruined wall. The vine, vibrant green with the sheen of life, intertwined with the wall and rubble, growing continuously. One after another, soon thousands of massive vines emerged from beneath, climbing and coiling around the walls of Stormcast. Their roots swelled, and shoots proliferated as they spread further and further.

A sea of flowers filled the heavens, spreading in all directions, forming what seemed to be an ever- expanding colossal barrier descending upon Stormcast.

"It's a protective barrier! Retreat! Retreat!" Neasilis and the others changed color, desperately breaking free from the Mollen family's entanglements, running toward the city walls as if possessed. The Floral Enchantress Commander might not have been known for her combat strength, but her protective abilities were deemed the finest in the Northlands. Once her sea of flowers enveloped them and the vines enclosed the area, the entire ancient city would be isolated, and by then, it would be too late for Neasilis and his warriors to escape.