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by Zhen De Lao Lang, 真的老狼


  With Third Grade Emerald Dragon Iritina in the lead, eleven other dragons requested permission to leave for the wondrous plane of Lance along with the thunder dragon. Included among them was the Second Grade Green Dragon Ohgu.

  Eleven dragons. This…this included almost one-third of all of the forest dragons on Faen.

  The Fourth Grade emerald dragon tribe leader immediately flew into a rage. He was prepared to use martial prowess to chase away the thunder dragon and suppress the disagreement within the tribe. However, incited dragon hearts were not that easy to soothe.

  After a brief clash, Third Grade thunder dragon escaped the dragoncliff, wounded and injured. A sizeable flight of young dragons packed their belongings and took their hoards with them as they left after the thunder dragon.

  An unbelievable split had appeared within the forest dragons of Faen!

  Chapter 707 The Decisive Battle

  The battle above the dragon's den was still ongoing.

  Magic power, life force, stamina: these prior limitations that held back low-grade fighters were no longer of any concern to Fourth Grade powerhouses.

  A Fourth Grade Elven Sword Saint had essentially two avenues of development for their class.

  One was to sacrifice all of their magic power, life, stamina, and Spirit to pursue the path of incomparable damage and lethality– the way of the Boundless Sword Emperor. The other was to convert all of one's power into extreme speed– the path of the Storm Sword Saint.

  Agassi was undoubtedly walking upon the latter path!

  The offensive power of Agassi's every individual attack was not very impressive. It barely passed the threshold of a thousand points. However, the terror of Agassi was in his extreme speed and phantasmal Windwalking.

  The flash of lightning when he struck with his sword was usually only an afterimage in the eyes of the enemy. In truth, any single attack of his was a combination of dozens or even hundreds of attacks. It didn't matter how tough the armor or the defensive magic was; everything would silently shatter beneath such insane accumulation of the critical damage.

  His movements were as light and agile as a dancer, allowing him to casually advance and retreat in the face of ferocious attacks and exterminating an enemy with a flick of his finger.

  No amount of exquisite poetry could describe the strength of a Fourth Grade Storm Sword Saint. That said, he possessed no way to execute this clumsy and slow fake Fourth Grade caster!

  This evil witch composed of black smoke was like an undying cockroach. Not only were her evil spells complicated to deal with, but even that black smoke body of hers also seemed impervious to any attacks.

  The energy-state shadow body had no lethal spots or weakness like typical living creatures!

  Dark Witch Uzzah took advantage of her vastly superior offensive magic power and demonstrated to this speedy Sword Saint the overwhelming might of a caster.

  With the constant injection of magical energy from below her, Uzzah didn't need to be concerned about her magical power being exhausted. As such, she frequently fired ultra-large-radius dark magic in hopes of stalling the enemy's movements.

  Storm Sword Saint Agassi's movements were swift as the wind, allowing him to weave between gaps as thin as paper freely. Yet, when faced with such a tide of assaulting darkness that spread out in every direction, he had no choice but to retreat reluctantly.

  It was the chance for Uzzah to frantically repair her body or replenish her defensive spells whenever the Sword Saint was forced away. At any rate, Uzzah had plenty of magical energy to spare. As they say, the son feels no heartache selling his father's fields, and Uzzah was using magic as often as she could.

  Her unrestrained and wild attacks had rained down disaster on the Fantasy Forest around the dragon's den!

  Tides of shadow substance converted the green and leafy forest into a region of phantoms and ghosts. Even though it was a sunny afternoon, all light within three kilometers of the den had vanished. Everything was cloaked in a gray mist.

  The sky was gray, the land was gray, everything was gray.

  If one were to look into the distance in this odd and terrifying gray mist, they would find that the shape of the world still existed. The only difference was that all solid objects had turned from their original vibrant color into uneven patches of gray. It was almost as if a powerful god had suddenly taken away tone from this world, leaving only the most fundamental…gray!

  Ordinary individuals might not understand what this scenery meant.

  However, Agassi knew!

  The dark witch that was recklessly unleashing evil power onto the land had used her own body as a medium to open a rift that led to the Shadow Plane. The three kilometers of strange meteorological phenomenon around her was an odd occurrence caused by the power of the Shadow Plane being projected onto Faen.

  The Shadow Plane was a particular plane formed entirely out of shadow substance, and a place that had connections to almost every single material plane.

  As a completely open large-sized plane, the Shadow Plane had never rejected visits from outsiders. It wasn't like ordinary material planes and did not have impenetrable planar barriers that rejected the visiting and connection of all non-natives. It didn't use such a method to protect its own planar consciousness.

  The Shadow World was like a free territory that connected all planes. Any individual that mastered the powers of the shadows could rely on the Shadow Plane to freely travel between two different planes. Of course, the prerequisite to that was that the two planes would not block the individuals from entering.

  The Shadow World was extremely generous to manipulators of shadow. As such, the plane itself became a massive weapon in the hands of such practitioners. They only needed to open up a rift that led straight to the Shadow Plane during battle, and they would be able to continually use the power projected by the Shadow World to corrupt the surrounding planar space.

  The corrupted planar space would be rapidly assimilated into bland space that consisted only of shadow energy.

  This way, the enemy would have no choice but to fight within the shadow home field!

  In the end, Uzzah herself was only a Third Grade Dark Witch. She also only had Third Grade magical equipment in her possession– the Orb of Darkness. The limit of the shadow space that she could erect was no more than three kilometers. She couldn't expand her zone of darkness beyond this.

  Still, this was more than enough already!

  The Storm Sword Saint Agassi would have to enter this dark and lightless shadow space if he wanted to attack Uzzah's shadow body. Uzzah could rely on her affinity with shadow energy to correctly grasp Agassi's real-time physical location.

  That way she would be able to use ultra-long-range energy attacks to force the enemy to move around and dodge, even when he wasn't within her range of vision. Uzzah was like a horrifying poison spider hiding under layers of spider webs. She quietly and patiently waited for the enemy to fall into her webs.

  Uzzah had never felt as relaxed and free as at this moment!

  It was an overbearing might that only Fourth Grade elites could manipulate and control. It was also a feeling of extreme strength that only Fourth Grade powerhouses could experience. Yet, as a Third Grade Dark Witch, she had managed to experience this feeling in a different world with the help of a crude energy funneling system.

  Such a rare experience and feeling had completely intoxicated Uzzah. She wanted nothing more than to make this power truly hers.

  She was like a madman, utterly lost in that extreme experience of wielding ultimate destructive power and savagely attacking that damned gnat leaping about within her shadow space. She fantasized about using her shockingly powerful shadow energy blasts to wipe the enemy out of existence entirely.

  Sadly, her control over this extreme power beyond her abilities was not that familiar or natural. The way she was using the force was so unbearably clumsy that proper Fourth Grades wouldn't be able to stand seeing her fight. If it weren't
for the power injected into her being so suffocatingly immense, she would have had trouble dealing with Agassi's violent and rapid strikes, even with the support of a tower system.

  After multiple tries, Agassi realized that he could not execute this fake Fourth Grade witch. He turned his attention to the flying ship below.

  Several sharp strikes continued to land upon the thick metal shell of the ship, leaving behind horrifying blade marks.

  Uzzah's defenses could not protect such a massive ship after all. She had to quicken the rate of her attacks, trying to force Agassi to dodge and reduce his attack speed by responding with aggression.

  The shell of the ship was several meters thick and was empowered by an energy forcefield. That might make it an impenetrable wall for most people, but it was nothing to a Fourth Grade Sword Saint.

  If it weren't for Uzzah's interruption, Agassi would have only needed three consecutive strikes to break the ship!

  After an hour of fighting, the battlefield slowly shifted from the vast space outside to the narrow and winding metal corridors within the ship.

  Here, Agassi started to make full use of his phantasmal movements and speed, initiating a deathly battle against the pursuing Uzzah within this narrow space.

  Every single time, Uzzah's body of shadows would be sliced and diced into tens of thousands of strands of thin shadow energy. A terrifying energy storm would then erupt that was so powerful it could kill an ordinary Fourth Grade.

  Agassi was forced out of the flying ship to avoid these energy storms.

  By the time he changed locations and broke into the ship from another angle, Uzzah would arrive hastily with a new shadow body for another round of blows.

  This tactic was reasonably effective!

  Extending the battlefield to the enemy's core area was causing a lot of trouble for them. The awkwardly fleeing Agassi wasn't the one to suffer the most with every energy storm– it was the crumbling ship.

  After all, it wasn't the metal beast that Third Grade Brain Monster Gazlowe was personally controlling; it couldn't transform or repair itself at will. Instead, it was an inferior metal fortress that was being supported by the modified energy circulation system and Greem's Chip. The damage to the energy system within the flying ship increased with each energy storm that exploded.

  The most direct consequence of this was the significant loss of energy that was supposed to be supplied to Uzzah, as well as the reduction of magical power that Uzzah could control!

  Once the energy system inside the ship had suffered over thirty-seven percent damage, the power controlled by Uzzah started to plummet uncontrollably.

  The power balance that they had barely maintained was slowly slipping towards imbalance!

  Uzzah, Greem, and every adept involved in this operation were helpless in seeing this inevitability.

  After all, the fact that a group of mere Second and Third Grades could even manage to stall a Fourth Grade Elven Sword Saint for so long was already a miracle. Moreover, it wasn't as if the Fourth Grade Sword Saint had been completely unharmed throughout this one and a half hours of fighting.

  The shadow energy everywhere around him was continually assaulting his body.

  Agassi might have relied on his exceptional magic resistance and robust Physique to endure this corrosion, but the shadow powers had left evident marks upon his body.

  Chapter 708 Poisonous Human Ball

  By the time Uzzah's powers silently fell back to Third Grade, it had only been an hour and forty minutes since the start of the battle.

  At the moment, there were only twenty minutes left in the two hours that Alice had requested.

  Those twenty minutes sounded short, but trying to buy that much time was a bloody and challenging undertaking!

  Uzzah, having regressed to Third Grade, was still as ferocious and violent as before. Sadly her only fate, if she were to confront the Fourth Grade Sword Saint, would be a beheading.

  Three consecutive times, Uzzah had charged forward with her energy form, and each time, her energy form had been exterminated by the Sword Saint the very moment she got close.

  Greem, who was managing things behind the scenes, knew that Uzzah had lost the ability to stall the enemy. Wasting any more energy on her would be pointless.

  After casting a spell and summoning Uzzah back to his side, Greem controlled most of the magical energy and injected it into the magical cannons littered across the cabins.

  The Elven Sword Saint Agassi strode through the distorted metal corridors, sending invisible blade strikes into the air with every wave of his sabers. The magical cannons hidden in the corners of the cabins and the end of the corridors were split in half after a single shot. The multitude of defensive power wasn't able to obstruct the enemy's advance in the slightest.

  Only those metal magical machines lunging down the corridors with earthshaking steps barely managed to slow down the Sword Saint. That said, these machines that weighed eight tons and went up to four meters tall could hardly endure more than half a second in front of the Sword Saint. They were then split into many parts and mechanical shards by several rapid slices.

  Greem had no choice but to inject the following magical machines with excessive magical energy, in hopes that the energy explosions during their death might create some degree of trouble for the enemy!

  Sadly, after half a year of constant and intense battle, the magical machines remaining in the flying ship were far too few. Even with Greem personally controlling every machine on a suicide mission against the Sword Saint, he had great trouble slowing down the Sword Saint's progress. In the end, Greem even decided to perform simple repairs on the engineering machines and send them to the battlefield as well.

  Greem had even thought of collapsing and sealing the corridors to stop the Sword Saint's progress. However, the half-meter thick metal walls were as soft as cheese beneath the elf's snow-white slashes. The elven Sword Saint decided to give up on the existing metal corridors and instead started to cut a path forward with his sabers. He slashed at the metal walls along his way and moved toward the core of the ship in a straight line.

  At this point, Greem had already sent out all the cannon fodder he could field. Still, he had only managed to buy seven minutes.

  There were still thirteen minutes left. What was he supposed to use to buy more time?

  The cannon fodder had all died. Was he…was he supposed to send the adepts to their deaths?

  "I'll go!" The usually quiet Dragonborn Zacha was the first to step forward.

  One had to admit that the dragonborn were moving and loyal individuals once they had recognized a person as their leader. In the past, Zacha held no resentment for Third Grade Thunder Dragon Arms, even when his master almost wholly devoured him.

  Ever since Arms had transferred his soul contract to Greem, the subject of his loyalty had become this male adept from the World of Adepts.

  Yet, none of these things had stopped him or his loyalty!

  Apart from Mary and Alice, the only person that Greem could completely trust was this blindly loyal Second Grade dragonborn. That was why Greem hesitated when he saw Zacha volunteering for this task. He couldn't bear to let a subordinate like this die just like that.

  The adepts on the scene couldn't help but lower their heads dejectedly when they sensed Greem's expectant look sweeping over them.

  It was a Fourth Grade Sword Saint!

  Even the robust magical machines had been diced into pieces like common vegetables. It was impossible for the tough dragon scales and armor of the dragonborn to endure a single strike from the Sword Saint. Thus, it was clear that anyone below Third Grade would instantly die if they were to confront the elf!

  Even Third Grade Uzzah would probably die in a single slash if she were to fight the Sword Saint with her actual body, let alone these meager adepts.

  They couldn't just ignore the threat coming at them. If the adepts were to allow the Sword Saint to continue cutting his path toward them, every
one here would not be able to escape death.

  As the atmosphere within the room rose to a tense boiling point, an old and hoarse voice abruptly rang out.

  "None of you need to go. I alone am enough!"

  Everyone raised their heads in surprise, only then realizing that the one to speak was the old, hunchbacked Poison Hag Endor.

  Greem's furrowed his eyebrows. He intended to reject this offer.

  After all, Endor was one of Alice's only remaining relative in this world. If anything were to happen to her, Alice would probably resent herself for the rest of her life!

  Yet, this matter did not allow Greem too much time to hesitate or think. Uzzah was already speaking beside him.

  "I'm in favor of that!" Uzzah looked at Endor solemnly before saying to Greem; "She is prepared to die. Let her go!"

  As a Third Grade witch, Uzzah was wise and knowledgeable enough to instantly recognize that Endor had already ingested excessive amounts of poison. She would not be able to live more than fifteen minutes even if she weren't sent to her death!

  Greem looked at Endor's old face that was gradually turning back. He felt an odd weight in his heart and finally, without another word, nodded in agreement.

  "Give this to Billis. He might have a use for it in the future."

  Endor casually threw a knowledge crystal at Greem and started cackling and laughing wildly. She leaned against a staff that was almost twice her height and dove head first into one of the metal corridors, the metal floor clanging with every step she took.

  Endor quickly advanced through the metal corridor, casting away her staff while madly swallowing the color contents of the various jars and bottles she had at her waist.

  Her left hand pulled out the cork from a small gourd, and she took out a completely black centipede-like insect from within. She stuffed the insect into her mouth and started chewing with all her strength. Black and pungent insect blood seeped out of the gaps in her teeth, mixing with her own blood that was flowing from the cuts from the insect shells. Endor's appearance became increasingly haunting and horrifying.

 

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