Age of Adepts-Novel2

Chapter 844 The Battle Concludes

The might of a Third Grade adept was horrifying when they went all out.

The next four Flame Fiends that Greem summoned were also destroyed by Yurga in much the same fashion, turning into sacrifices before the famed title of the Death Heralding Crow.

However, the Flame Fiends of Terror truly lived up to their names. They managed to cause pretty substantial damage to this Third Grade adept with their retaliation before dying. This accumulation of wounds quickly affected Yurga’s ability to fight, making it difficult for him to so ‘easily’ dispatch one Flame Fiend after another.

Greem had also been forced to drink a vial of moonwater to recover the loss of his magical powers and Spirit.

He had only managed to last until now against Yurga with his Second Grade Spirit due to the Fire Throne set’s unique set effect of cutting fire magic Spirit exhaustion by half. Greem had to summon a Flame Fiend almost every fifteen minutes while opening a fire portal to summon fire creatures to occupy and exhaust Yurga.

It was due to these ‘lowly’ little tricks and a frightening loss of magical crystals that Greem gained an equal footing against a Third Grade adept. He had not shown himself on the battlefield from the very start of the battle until the very end. However, the Flame Fiends and fire creatures he summoned were all over the place, turning the entire arena into a scary sea of fire.

The individual lethality of Yurga was amazing, and he was no weakling even amongst Third Grade adepts. However, he was somewhat powerless against Greem’s swarming strategies.

If Greem ever dared show himself, even ten of him together would be turned into hotpot by Yurga in a single go!

However, Greem was nowhere to be seen now, while his Flame Fiends were extremely hard to deal with.

If Yurga were even slightly slower in reacting, the Flame Fiends would self-destruct without any hesitation. That was what made Yurga’s head hurt.

Such a mighty intermediate Second Grade elementium golem would be worth a lot in the market. Yet, the young Crimson Clan leader abandoned them without a second thought. Moreover, he wasn’t dropping just one or two of them, but an entire pile of them.

Yurga felt like he was in perpetual agony when fighting against such a strange opponent!

Yurga might have intended to destroy a few more Flame Fiends at the start of the battle to upset Greem. However, the number of elementium golems that Greem had summoned had already gone past his psychological bottom line. Yurga’s state of mind was utterly shaken now.

He was no longer as confident as before.

He had no idea how many elementium golems that Greem still had in reserve!

If...if the number of elementium golems he had was immense, wouldn’t I be basically digging my own grave with this duel? Wouldn’t I have led myself to my demise?

The more he thought about it, the wilder his imagination became. Yurga’s state of mind went from the initial rage to the current nervousness. His combat style also unintentionally became much more reserved.

The clan might be important, benefits might be important, but in the end, they were not as important as his life!

One could never be too careful.

If Greem had as many as twenty elementium golems–no, eighteen golems–then his life would be in danger.

You knew his own abilities the best. After this one hour of intense fighting, Yurga had already fired eight Death Gazes and five area-of-effect Death Beams in succession. Such intensity was already far beyond the limits of his body. If it weren’t for the potions, Yurga would be wholly exhausted now and forced onto the defensive.

Perhaps the potions might heal his physical wounds and recover his magical power and Spirit, but they could not eliminate the lethargy and feeling of defeat that he was feeling right now.

The Death Gazes he was firing were still powerful without compare, and he was still invincible to the Flame Fiends. However, deep down in his heart, an unconcealable fear was slowly growing.

If he was defeated...

This question that he had never once considered before the battle appeared in his heart for the first time. He quickly clamped down on the idea, not daring to think of it, yet unable to forget either.

Elementium magic of most attributes could not be successfully cast within this mystical Burning Domain; only innate abilities like Death Gaze and physical attacks could circumvent its effects. Under such circumstances, Yurga’s exhaustion was tremendous as well.

Kill a thousand enemies at the cost of three hundred of your own!

Yurga was not having an easy time or going unscathed every time he exterminated a Flame Fiend. Even a Third Grade bloodline adept like himself could not stand it if all the ‘three hundred’ were stacked together.

Of course, without the Burning Domain, Yurga would have been able to move freely and go completely uncontested with his immense power. He would have long since dealt with the Second Grade fire adept. The battle would never have been so forcefully drawn out to this awkward state.

If Yurga claimed that he felt no trace of regret at this moment, he would be lying to himself and everyone else.

At this moment, Yurga was so regretful that his intestines were green!

Wasn’t it just attacking a newly established adept clan? How did it slowly escalate to this situation? If Yurga had the chance to choose again, he would have firmly rejected that Association elder’s messenger’s suggestion to mobilize troops.

Aren’t those bastards just placing him in a pit and a fire?

Regardless of how regretful he was and how upset he was, Yurga had to grit his teeth and finish this duel before him.

The situation had already reached this state. It was no longer a matter of whether he was willing to let the young fire adept go. Rather, it was a matter of whether the opponent wanted to reach for the thousand-year miracle of slaying a Third Grade as a Second Grade!

Whenever Yurga thought of himself potentially becoming the Third Grade adept held in the highest contempt across the entire world, his anger and frustration boiled to a peak within him. He wanted to slaughter something to let it all out. However, whenever he remembered that he could pay the price of his life for reckless attacks, he immediately cowered.

His emotions and spirits swayed between these two extremes, momentarily displaying barbaric viciousness at times, and cowardly retreat at others. It undoubtedly caused the outcome of the battle to become shrouded in even more mist and uncertainty!

Yurga’s state of mind was a complete mess now!

It wasn’t just Greem who could see this. Even the adepts and apprentices on stage could pick up on this.

By the time the fifteenth Flame Fiend fell in the arena, Yurga was engulfed in the self-destruction of the sixteenth Flame Fiend due to his injuries slowing him down.

This time, when Yurga struggled out of the sea of fire, he reached into his pouch and froze on the spot.

The high-grade potions for recovery had all been used up!

It couldn’t be helped. Regardless of how smart or wise Yurga was, he would never have expected to receive such massive physical wounds at such intensity. Thus, the number of potions for physical wounds in his reserves were far less than the number of medicines meant for recovering Spirit.

This meager supply of potions had been exhausted after just three rounds of use.

When Yurga dragged his injured body around the arena, unable to find suitable potions, the two Flame Fiends once again charged at him.

This time, Yurga was truly scared!

He could still fire one or two Death Gazes to deal with these two Flame Fiends with his remaining Spirit and soul origin. However, this last bit of his power was reserved for dealing with the Second Grade fire adept. If he used them up here, what could he rely on to exterminate the opponent of his duel?

Yurga had no choice but to drag his wounded body along and kite the Flame Fiends. He had to drag out the fight and allow his body to heal better.

Greem, who was in hiding, also realized that this was Yurga’s plan. He silently summoned a fire portal and sent a large group of fire creatures onto the battlefield once again.

Yurga was unbelievably furious when he saw this cannon fodder hop onto the arena.

The cannon fodder was nothing at all. Even a shockwave from Yurga’s battle with the Flame Fiends would exterminate most of them. However, any of the surviving trash only needed to stall his movements slightly, and the two pursuing Flame Fiend would be able to catch up and detonate.

Yurga was already terrified of their blasts!

He had lost the black smoke protecting his body. He had lost the aid of the potions. Don’t even mention the detonations of the Flame Fiends; just the Burning Domain in the background alone was slowly causing Yurga to experience the horror of magical flames.

The Burning Domain with no more than a hundred points of power was applying constant, unavoidable damage.

When Yurga was powerful, he could naturally ignore such weak ‘damage.’ However, once the battle entered the endgame, such ‘insignificant’ damage became the last straw to break the camel’s back. It caused Yurga to be hurt. Very hurt.

Finally, Yurga collapsed under the flame shockwave of the nineteenth Flame Fiend and completely fell unconscious.

Greem was afraid that Yurga was putting on a show, and he refused to show himself yet. It wasn;t until he commanded the Flame Fiend to chop off Yurga’s head and burn his body that Greem appeared at the edge of the battlefield.

Greem looked at the slowly fading defensive barrier around the arena and unhesitatingly took Yurga’s ugly and vicious head into his own hands. He then quickly gouged the strange red eye embedded in Yurga’s forehead.

The red eye was still exceedingly soft when he first took it out.

However, as Yurga’s soul aura started to fade, the strange red eye rapidly solidified and turned into an amber pearl. Upon closer inspection, there was a gray cross in the center of the pearl, and Greem could clearly sense a faint magical flux.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t absorb Yurga’s massive soul into this red-eye under everyone’s gaze. Otherwise, the remaining bloodline power might be even stronger!

Greem thought to himself as he lifted his head and looked at the arbitrating adept walking toward him with a sour face– Laurent.

This outcome was entirely beyond his expectations. It had caught him by surprise.

In all honesty, even Laurent himself didn’t know how to face Greem now.

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