Chapter 793 - Blood Battle at the Fire Pool
Chapter 793 Blood Battle at the Fire Pool
The Fire Prison had temporarily prevented the molten-giant guards from interfering, but Greem didn’t have that much time to act.
Second Grade spells could only keep a six-meter-tall Fire Lord, made of volcanic rocks as hard as steel, in check. They wouldn’t be able to harm him in the slightest. Moreover, the casting of a Second Grade spell required a fairly long channeling and chanting time. There was no way that Greem would have the room to cast spells freely unless Artes was a deaf fool.
However, Greem’s magical traps had still managed to trap the Fire Lord for five seconds, and these five seconds were enough for him and the Flame Fiend of Terror to work together to cast an extremely large Magma Fireball. Artes had just expelled the frost energy from the surface of his body and was blown to the ground by this powerful fireball. A deep crater one-meter in diameter appeared in the center of his chest, sending cracks in every direction around it.
A battle between fire users was simply this violent and aggressive!
The burning effect of flame was practically negated against each other. As such, the only damage that could be done to the opponent had to be with hard fists or the physical effects of the spells they used.
When the berserk Artes roared and climbed up from the pool, the Flame Fiend of Terror charged forth with a magma executioner’s blade. Meanwhile, Greem stayed back and quickly chanted a profound spell.
As Second Grade creatures, their battle shouldn’t look so crude and ugly!
Ordinary battles between Second Grade creatures always started with long-range bombardment, trying to find the opponent’s weaknesses while they moved around and dodged the enemy’s projectiles. It was only when magical powers could not effectively harm the enemy that they would attempt to go into a melee. None of them would be like Greem, entering a cruel life-and-death battle at the very start of the fight!
There was only one chance!
Artes would never give him a second chance if he failed to kill him this time.
Greem took out all he had and bet everything upon this ambush. He was giving his all!
From the start of the battle until now, Greem had relied on the Chip’s assistance to leave seven or eight holes in Artes’ body. His own body had also been beaten up by Artes’ heavy magma fists and was in terrible condition.
However, such damage wasn’t enough to kill the Fire Lord with his 24 points of Physique. At this moment, the molten-giant reinforcements had already arrived at the entrance of the fire hall. They would only need a dozen seconds to arrive at the Fire Prison.
Greem didn’t have much time left!
We’re going in.
Greem roared and appeared near Artes with a Fire Teleportation. Untamed fire energy gathered between his hands and turned into a new magma sword which he stabbed into the crater on Artes’ chest.
The Fire Lord’s reaction was swift. He opened his left hand and grabbed the front of the sword, allowing the red magma to splash onto his hands, refusing to let go. He then lifted his right fist and smashed it at Greem’s battered head with ferocious strength.
The massive fist whistled through the air. The immense air pressure was already pressing against Greem’s Inferno Shield even before it had made contact.
Greem’s eyes turned cold and solemn.