Chapter 1216 - Victorious Return
Chapter 1216 Victorious Return
“Halt!”
Greem shouted sternly.
“Hand over the Primal Water, and I will leave immediately. This place will still be your territory.”
“Dream on…intruder!” The podling hissed. “I will tear you to pieces and water my endless well with your blood!”
“Then, we fight to the death!”
Greem was enraged by the podling’s stubbornness. He roared and transformed into a dozen-meter-tall flame giant. His entire body became shrouded in a blaze of golden fire, and two blazing fireballs burned in his hands.
The flame giant might be inferior to the podling in size, but his terrifying and intimidating flames were undoubtedly the greater threat. In particular, when Greem let out a battlecry, fearsome torrents of fire that were several meters long burst forth from his eyes and mouth, making him appear like a god of fire descended upon the mortal world.
“Princess, you managed to escape from the sacred land. You didn’t…didn’t run into Fahssn in there, did you? Thank god you escaped quickly enough. Otherwise, you won’t have been able to escape Fahssn’s evil claws. Look! Fahssn went on a rage, and the mountains are already collapsing.”
Emelia unamusedly interrupted Naru when she heard him go on an incoherent rant.
“Naru, stop mumbling! Come here and greet Lord Greem! He is my clan leader. He just came out of the sacred land, and he has already killed Fahssn! Even the sacred mountains were destroyed by his hand.”
The sporepeople couldn’t help but draw in a breath of cold air when they heard Emelia’s words. When they looked at Greem once more, their eyes were filled with fear and admiration. In particular, when they saw the shriveled head hanging from Greem’s waist, their expressions turned into one of horror and uncertainty.
A head. The head of Fahssn, the leader of the magical sporepeople!
Even though the head was shriveled, that unusual skin color and vicious eyebrows indeed belonged to the Fahssn that they were all familiar with.
With this head as evidence of his deeds, the sporepeople no longer had any doubts. They collapsed onto their knees and didn’t even dare stare directly at Greem.
“Wait here with them until I return. Remi will protect you all!” Greem did not even cast a second glance at the sporepeople. Instead, he gave his instructions directly to Emelia.
“Clan leader, are we not leaving immediately? Where…do you intend to go?” Emelia asked in surprise.
“Settling some dues!” Greem gritted his teeth and said, “There are some dues I need to collect from some people.”
Having said that, he turned and left the Mushroom Forest.
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Two days later.
The World of Adepts, the Tower of Fate.
White light shimmered around the teleportation array. The interplanar teleportation finally completed after several minutes.
When the white light faded, Greem, Emelia, Remi, and eight short figures appeared in the array.
“You’re back. So, did you bring any Primal Water back with you?” Helen, who had been staying in front of the teleportation array all this while, quickly flew before Greem. She circled around him nervously as she asked. Her voice trembled.
Greem did not say anything. He simply took out a flat wooden jug and shook it. The jug sloshed with the sound of water.
“It’s all good if you got it…all good.” Helen was almost breaking down into tears. “Alice has almost exhausted her lifeforce. The time poison seems to be constantly accelerating.”
“How do we use this thing?” Greem asked solemnly.
“Leave it to us! We have already prepared the items required for the ceremony. We were only waiting for you to return with the Primal Water. Let’s go; we will begin immediately.”
A short moment later, bright light once again shone from the Tower of Fate after days of silence. This beam of white light pierced through the shroud above Dragonblight, making for a wondrous, brilliant sight.
The profound and mysterious River of Fate appeared above the Tower of Fate as a projection. Countless stars fell from the river, crashing towards the Tower of Fate.
The moment the stars crashed, a tall and pretty silhouette appeared and opened her arms, letting the stars freely enter her body.
As the stars continued to fall, the form of the pretty witch started to become increasingly real.
Finally, when the River of Fate faded away, the witch turned around. Her thousand-meter-tall body towered over the land, and her pretty, brilliant, star-like eyes glowed with blinding, shocking radiance.