Chapter 707
The battle above the dragon’s den was still ongoing.
Magic power, life force, stamina: these prior limitations that held back low-grade fighters were no longer of any concern to Fourth Grade powerhouses.
A Fourth Grade Elven Sword Saint had essentially two avenues of development for their class.
One was to sacrifice all of their magic power, life, stamina, and Spirit to pursue the path of incomparable damage and lethality– the way of the Boundless Sword Emperor. The other was to convert all of one’s power into extreme speed– the path of the Storm Sword Saint.
Agassi was undoubtedly walking upon the latter path!
The offensive power of Agassi’s every individual attack was not very impressive. It barely passed the threshold of a thousand points. However, the terror of Agassi was in his extreme speed and phantasmal Windwalking.
The flash of lightning when he struck with his sword was usually only an afterimage in the eyes of the enemy. In truth, any single attack of his was a combination of dozens or even hundreds of attacks. It didn’t matter how tough the armor or the defensive magic was; everything would silently shatter beneath such insane accumulation of the critical damage.
His movements were as light and agile as a dancer, allowing him to casually advance and retreat in the face of ferocious attacks and exterminating an enemy with a flick of his finger.
Here, Agassi started to make full use of his phantasmal movements and speed, initiating a deathly battle against the pursuing Uzzah within this narrow space.
Every single time, Uzzah’s body of shadows would be sliced and diced into tens of thousands of strands of thin shadow energy. A terrifying energy storm would then erupt that was so powerful it could kill an ordinary Fourth Grade.
Agassi was forced out of the flying ship to avoid these energy storms.
By the time he changed locations and broke into the ship from another angle, Uzzah would arrive hastily with a new shadow body for another round of blows.
This tactic was reasonably effective!
Extending the battlefield to the enemy’s core area was causing a lot of trouble for them. The awkwardly fleeing Agassi wasn’t the one to suffer the most with every energy storm– it was the crumbling ship.
After all, it wasn’t the metal beast that Third Grade Brain Monster Gazlowe was personally controlling; it couldn’t transform or repair itself at will. Instead, it was an inferior metal fortress that was being supported by the modified energy circulation system and Greem’s Chip. The damage to the energy system within the flying ship increased with each energy storm that exploded.
The most direct consequence of this was the significant loss of energy that was supposed to be supplied to Uzzah, as well as the reduction of magical power that Uzzah could control!
Once the energy system inside the ship had suffered over thirty-seven percent damage, the power controlled by Uzzah started to plummet uncontrollably.
The power balance that they had barely maintained was slowly slipping towards imbalance!
Uzzah, Greem, and every adept involved in this operation were helpless in seeing this inevitability.
After all, the fact that a group of mere Second and Third Grades could even manage to stall a Fourth Grade Elven Sword Saint for so long was already a miracle. Moreover, it wasn’t as if the Fourth Grade Sword Saint had been completely unharmed throughout this one and a half hours of fighting.
The shadow energy everywhere around him was continually assaulting his body.
Agassi might have relied on his exceptional magic resistance and robust Physique to endure this corrosion, but the shadow powers had left evident marks upon his body.