Chapter 843 - Yurga's Fury
Chapter 843 Yurga’s Fury
In truth, the self-destruction of the elementium golems was well within Greem’s plans.
It was only because Yurga had always struck too fast and killed instantly every time that he had yet to put it to plan until now.
Now, after instantly killing eight Flame Fiends in a row, even Yurga couldn’t help but start feeling some exhaustion. Death Gaze severely wore away at the soul origin. Yurga and his exceptional Spirit could not endure firing the beam so many times in succession.
It was actually a commonplace occurrence in battles between high-grade adepts!
Intermediate and low-grade adepts would often turn the world around them when they fought, battling for days and nights. Sometimes, the battle would even drag all the way out until both parties had exhausted all of their magical power. Conflicts between high-grade adepts would never end up in a scenario like this. Victory and defeat were often decided in moments.
Those who could become Third Grade always held some unconventional and powerful trump cards in their hands. Once the battle started, there would be no mercy. They would try their best to kill the opponent in the shortest time possible, leaving no space or time for the opponent to retaliate.
As a veteran Third Grade bloodline adept, Yurga relied on this strange bloodline and possessed the powerful innate ability to kill an enemy instantly. It was this move that gave him the shockingly powerful title of the Death Heralding Crow in the central region.
But it was too late!
An even more terrifying explosion of fire rose with the towering figure at its center. The blast engulfed most of the Death Heralding Crows into its impact.
It was apparent that Yurga also had a transformation ability similar to Bug Adept Billis, where he would not die as long as one of his manifested creatures was still alive. Thus, it was only when the remaining two to three hundred crows escaped into the distance and reformed into Yurga’s appearance that everyone understood the tremendous damage the detonation from earlier had dealt him.
The smoke protecting Yurga was already too thin to cover his body. Burn marks and blisters could be seen covering the entirety of his withered form. Part of his carbonized flesh started peeling off, revealing the pink and tender flesh beneath along with the beating organs.
The previously confident Yurga now had a pale face, seemingly devoid of all color. He clutched the hole in his chest with all he had and took out a magical green potion from his belt with much difficulty before consuming it.
Strangely enough, Yurga’s severe wounds immediately started healing once he drank the potion.
Even the massive burns and wounds on his body started to heal at a visible rate.
Without hesitation, Yurga took out several magical potion bottles of various colors and extreme potency and started drinking all of them. As the effects of the potions took hold, the damage to his body began to recede, and even his weakened Spirit showed noticeable recovery.
If even a Second Grade like Greem could obtain a sacred healing potion like the Water of the Moonwell, then how could Yurga possibly be lacking such medicines as a Third Grade adept?
However, the physical damage that the elementium fires dealt to Yurga was not as severe as the damage to his ego and pride.
To think that he would sustain such massive damage in a battle against a Second Grade fire adept! How was Yurga supposed to feel about this? Where was he to put his face now? Moreover, the damage to his reputation had already been established. Even if Yurga were to unleash his full might and kill off Greem now, he would probably have a hard time changing the way that other Third Grade adepts looked at him.
Even more terrifying was the fact that the towering flame humanoid that exploded earlier wasn’t Greem’s actual body. It was only a fire clone he had summoned. It was only because Greem had used some mysterious spell that caused the clone to radiate the same mental flux as himself that he had managed to trick Yurga into its proximity.
While Yurga was caught up in his frustration and unquenchable fury, the two annoying Flame Fiends once again charged at him. The series of fireballs they were shooting off bombarded his location like a storm.
The fury within him, with nowhere to go, finally erupted!
Yurga once again transformed into a massive Death Heralding Crow shrouded in black smoke. He drew out black lightning in the sky, quick as a phantom, and instantly pierced through the bodies of the two Flame Fiends.
When he finally stopped in the sky, the black smoke promptly extinguished the lava and flames on his body. There, he held two glowing golem cores in his hands.
Yurga’s attacks had been too fast and too ferocious. It was far beyond the limits of the Flame Fiends’ reaction.
The two Flame Fiends had their hidden golem cores removed from their bodies by the opponent without even the chance to react. If it weren’t for the Ring of Fire and the lava on them dealing a substantial amount of damage to Yurga, these two Flame Fiends would have died in a very humiliating and worthless manner.
Yurga felt the rapidly berserking fire elementium within the two cores, and a wicked smile appeared on his face. He smashed his two hands together, and cracks appeared on the delicate and perfect golem cores before they exploded into fireworks.
Yurga crushed the cores before they could detonate!