Earth's Greatest Magus-Novel

The vicious battle between Emery and the Half Moon dark elf magus turned out much more difficult than expected. Even though the gray-skinned elf was clearly injured from their previous tussle, being pushed into a dead corner made him desperate, and more dangerous.

Without the Beast Transformation, Emery no longer had the physical advantage over the other party. Most importantly, he knew he couldn't use the transformation again for a while.

However, it didn't mean Emery was helpless against the dark elf captain.

Not only did he have a repertoire of assorted spells, he also had the Hexagram formation set up by the Eastern Sage assist him, making his movements very hard to detect. When he found himself overwhelmed, Emery still had his special spell.

[Gravitational Pressure]

"A gravity spell!? Who are you really?!"

All of these factors combined allowed Emery to take the advantage once more. Being trapped inside the formation, the dark elf captain could only resign himself to his fate. A pained scream escaped his mouth as his spirit energy was drained bit by bit by Emery's claws.

*****

A similar situation occurred on the other side of the hill, behind a much deeper layer of the profound formation.

The previously lush forest filled with towering trees and sprawling vegetation had completely changed in appearance, becoming a landscape of snow blizzards. Amidst this apocalyptic scene, two figures could be seen flickering all over. They had been fighting for nearly an hour, yet a sign of fatigue was nowhere to be seen from either of them.

At this point, the number of spells cast between their exchanges had crossed past the hundred mark.

The dark elf magus had been attacking relentlessly, destroying dozens of clones and barriers. But even so, he still hadn't defeated his opponent or broken out of the formation that had trapped him.

Stopping for a moment, the elderly dark elf looked at his surroundings, "You are a worthy foe. Let me hear your name."

Silence ensued for a few moments, before a voice could be heard resounding behind the many clones camouflaged beneath the blizzard.

"I am just a humble wandering cultivator from the lower realm, my name is Fuxi, a Sage of 8 Paths."

A thoughtful look appeared on the dark elf's face, most likely searching through his memories of prominent human figures. After a moment, a frown appeared on his face as he said, "I've never heard of your name, but I know gaining such a title isn't a simple matter, even by human standards."

Paying those words no heed, Fuxi's calm voice echoed through the air. "Tell us what you know about the kidnapped human acolytes and I will let you go"

The proposition Fuxi offered, however, brought a smile to the elderly dark elf. With a chuckle, he said, "It seems my guess was correct. It can't be easy to maintain such a high-level formation array for you… and you must be at the end of your strength offering such a deal."

Before he could say any other words, the dark elf grand magus was startled when he caught a figure walking towards him. Fuxi's true figure stepped out from hiding, revealing himself.

"The same can be said of you. Casting one hundred and twenty four high-tier spells is not nothing…" Fuxi replied back, his tone calm. "But you are right, maintaining a dual array formation isn't that easy."Follow current s on (f)ir(e).net

Immediately after those words, the violent freezing blizzard around them began to subside, until finally only the water barrier remained intact. With just one element, the illusionary and disruption effect of the formation were halved and soon the old dark elf could sense the situation in the entire hills area.

His face quickly turned grim at what he found. Without further ado, his figure shot through the air towards the other side of the forest. Upon arriving, he was stunned with disbelief when he discovered what was left of his men.

Four dark elf magus corpses were scattered in various places in the forest, while the last one, their captain, was in critical condition. His current demeanor bore no resemblance to what he had previously shown, he was completely at the mercy of the acolyte.

Right before his eyes, the dark elf grand magus saw the lowly acolyte kill the dark elf captain and then nonchalantly capture the latter's spirit soul.

The grand magus was speechless. He was completely baffled by what he was seeing, even though he was delirious right now. He couldn't believe that a mere acolyte could pull this off, alone on top of that.

It took a second before he went into a rage, realizing he had been fooled. All along, his opponent had no intention of defeating him, he was just trying to buy time for the acolyte to finish off his team.

It was a completely outrageous plan, but somehow it worked, all thanks to the absurdity that was the power of this acolyte.

"Hahahah," The dark elf grand magus laughed out loud at how bizarre his situation was right now. "You two are really something…"

In the meantime, Fuxi had arrived next to Emery, bringing with him three other spirit souls of the dark elves, which had been trapped within the formation.

A glint of acknowledgment flashed across the sage eyes, silently complementing the latter on his achievement of defeating 5 elven magus by himself. Unfortunately, they didn't have time to celebrate as they still have to face the most difficult opponent.

"So what now?! Are you planning to kill me!? Are you even capable enough?!" the elderly magus said in anger.

As if the dark elf grand magus had said nothing, the Eastern Sage turned to Emery, "Did you get any information from them?"

It was a pretty self-explanatory answer when he saw the latter didn't say anything and just lowered his head.

Fuxi heaved a sigh, "Our safest course of action is to retreat. I will need to sacrifice one of the flags to hold him off while we escape, but that would still be the wisest decision." Hearing such words, Emery nodded in agreement. After all, there was no need to risk their lives against the elven grand magus.

Hearing their conversation and seeing the two of them about to leave, the dark elf grand magus snorted and shouted, "Give me the souls of the princess and of my five men, I will tell you what I know about those missing academy acolytes!"

Those words made the two stop in their tracks. The Eastern Sage once again turned to Emery, awaiting his decision.