Chapter 783 - The Tower's Predicament
Chapter 783 The Tower’s Predicament
It was the power of laws.
All the Second Grade adepts who had just witnessed the might of Third Grade Adept Yurga couldn’t help but let out a sigh in their minds.
In all seriousness, it couldn’t be considered an actual use of the power of laws. At the very best, it was only scratching the surface of that power. Otherwise, Bug Adept Billis would already have died to this terrifying Law of Instant-Death. There was no way he would still be standing after that attack.
One could tell that Yurga had only just made contact with part of the Laws of Instant-Death and had only just assimilated them into his magical attacks. One couldn’t look down upon his power, even if it were only a fraction of the planar laws’ full potential. It was already a terrifying finisher that most Second Grade adepts would have no way of surviving.
If it weren’t for the large swarm sharing the damage with Billis, and if Billis himself was the one who had to endure the death rays, then even this newly risen bug adept would have died before achieving his full potential. He would have snapped his wings on this first flight of his.
It was also an unfortunate day for Billis!
It had been such a perfect debut, yet he had been slapped in the face by a Third Grade adept after only a minute’s worth of arrogance. Moreover, he had no choice but to escape and hide in the tower without taking a step outside again.
Even so, the hall was now engulfed in a sorrowful and tragic atmosphere. Many were wounded and hurt. Even Berserk Witch Sofia, who had come over from the North to assist them, had suffered heavy wounds. She was barely keeping the enemies at bay with one arm in a sling.
The situation that had been turned around with the bug adept’s appearance once again become grave!
At this moment, the entire burden was weighing upon Mary’s shoulders.
Fight? Or retreat?
All the clan adepts were waiting for her decision!
If she didn’t make the choice soon, the tower’s energy would be depleted. Would they, the adepts who had fought for the clan until the very last moment, still have a chance to escape then? If the clan’s elites were all buried here, was there still a reason for the Crimson Clan to exist?
The silence of the adepts and the bloody battle on the frontlines tested Mary’s heart with each passing moment.
Fighting a downhill battle as a leader was undoubtedly an enjoyable experience. However, at such a moment of crisis, when everyone’s lives hung upon one decision of hers– that intangible pressure was not something that an ordinary person could bear!
If Alice had lied to her. If Alice’s reinforcements were just a step too late. If the clan adepts couldn’t handle the pressure and cracked ahead of time…
Countless possibilities ran through her mind and plagued her, but she had to present a calm and composed demeanor.
There were countless moments where Mary had the impulse to charge out of the tower and fight without restraint. Fighting to her death would have been better than standing still and silently enduring this torture of the heart.
Alice, where are you exactly?
Will you…will you come…