Chapter 302
Chapter 302 A Fearsome Fight
Colorful lights illuminated the forest.
When the light faded and darkness once again fell upon the earth, the Infernal Tyrant had already vanished from its spot. It had disappeared.
And neither was the female illusionist.
An illusion? A sealing spell? Or some other strange occurrence?
Greem had no time to think. He cast Fire Teleportation, disappeared, and reappeared a hundred meters away from where he was earlier.
Crunch.
The serpent the bloodline adept had turned into snapped its jaw closed. A tremendous noise echoed through the woods. A massive tree where Greem had just been standing under had cracked in half. Shattered wood splinters went flying in every direction. The tree creaked as it fell towards the ground.
Only those who had managed to gain 10 points in every attribute could be considered elite adepts. These adepts were also the main military force in the more prominent clans. It didn’t matter whether it was a planar war or a clan war. They were always the vanguards.
Strictly speaking, Bloodhand Butcher was also one of these elites.
His Physique had exceeded the threshold of 15 points and was at a total of 17 points. Unfortunately, his Strength, Agility, and Spirit still lagged behind. There were adepts above himself. Those were the elite adepts that had managed to cross the 15 point threshold for every single attribute. These individuals were often the reserve strength of adept clans, kept in safety to attempt an advancement to Second Grade. Clans often hid them and kept them a secret from the outside world. It was rare for these individuals ever to go outside.
However, whenever such an adept appeared, they could single-handedly crush any ordinary adept!
This strength was why the Butcher couldn’t help but feel his body and soul and tremble in awe when he watched two adepts of this level battling before his eyes.
“What are you looking at? Hurry up and help!”
A Spiritual voice suddenly boomed in his mind. The voice belonged to that of his companion, the serpentine adept.
The Butcher betrayed a wicked smile as he looked at the two titans engaged in their brutal fight. He ignored the tears and pain that his smile had just caused on his barely recovered facial muscles. Blood dripped from his face.
He extended a hand, and the two-handed longsword that had been blown away flew into his hand in a crimson streak.
He glared at the Flame Fiend, who was still bound by the serpent’s body and let out a rumbling roar. Blood energies gathered around him once more as he marched towards the battlefield.
Greem felt a slight tremor in the ground, and a severe expression appeared on his blazing face. The Flame Fiend suddenly came up with a burst of strength and created a little space for himself. His massive hands reached into his body and took out two gleaming crystals, which he then threw at the Bloodhand Butcher.
This momentary distraction had allowed the Black Mamba to tighten its grip once more, constricting the Flame Fiend and causing his body to groan from the pressure. Massive cracks had already started appearing all over the flame giant’s body.
The petrification energy from the snake’s eye had also gained plenty of ground. It was only several inches away from the Flame Fiend’s burning eyes!