Age of Adepts

Seawoods Plane.

Only half a day later than the rest of the people in the World of Adepts, Mary and her party had also received news of Alice’s advancement.

The party stopped immediately and silently awaited orders from Mary.

Mary stood atop an ancient tree, looking across at the green, boundless sea of trees. A glimmer of unconcealable cruelty and impatience flickered in her eyes.

All this while, Greem had always suppressed her when it came to individual power. That already made Mary incredibly annoyed. If Greem weren’t her lover, Mary would probably already have erupted in anger.

Now, even Alice had managed to advance to Fourth Grade ahead of her.

How…was she supposed to feel about that?

Even though she could rationally accept Alice’s existence for Greem’s sake, the streak of competitiveness deep in her heart had never been extinguished. Mary might have looked calm on the surface after hearing this news, but in truth, her heart was already raging with waves of anger and frustration.

However, as a troll hunter, he was the ruler of these forests. Not only did Gun’da feel no fear at the upcoming battle, but he was also excited.

He slowly walked forward in the forest.

His alert eyes constantly searched for places where the enemies could be hiding, but he found nothing. However, his slightly stinging skin clearly indicated that the enemy was observing him through some obscure and mysterious means. Still, he could not pinpoint the enemy’s location.

Gun’da narrowed his eyes. He was even more careful and alert now.

He didn’t know when, but the forest had become silent. The chirping of the birds and the cries of the insects had vanished without a trace. The entire world was simply silent.

Just as Gun’da was feeling confused, a strange popping sound came from the forest’s depths. An unusual being riding on a bizarre creature appeared in front of him.

Gun’da’s gaze swept over, and his heart froze in shock.

What a terrifying monster!

The being who had arrived was a human boy with dark green skin and unusual patterns carved all over his body. He sat atop an unusual, toad-like creature that seemed to have been skinned. His sickly green eyes gazed right at him.

Behind the boy and sitting on the toad was a frail, skinny, ugly woman that did not have much flesh attached to her bones. She was also staring at him with her deep-green eyes.

Even though Gun’da didn’t know who they were, their sinister and chilling aura was enough to make known their hostility!

Gun’da struck without hesitation.

The two javelins shot towards the two individuals sitting on the toad monster, flickering through the air as two flashes of light. Meanwhile, Gun’da gripped his three-meter-long spear and charged forward.

The ugly woman stood up in response to Gun’da’s attack. She caught the two metal javelins with her hands. The thorns that covered the spears pierced her palm and injected her with a strange poison.

The woman did not seem to be aware of these wounds on her hands, nor did she seem to fear the poison.

Instead, she lifted her hands and gripped the javelins tightly. Light-green poison mist shrouded the metal projectiles and sizzled. In just a few seconds, the javelins had been completely corroded. The woman tightened her fist, and the javelins shattered into dust.

Meanwhile, Gun’da’s direct attack had been stopped by the toad monster.

The toad opened its mouth, and a slimy, flexible tongue shot forth, forcefully keeping Gun’da at a distance of five steps away.

With this opportunity, the ugly woman waved her hand, and a large cloud of yellow and green poison rolled towards Gun’da.

Gun’da hurriedly retreated and just barely escaped from it.

Unfortunately, the poison cloud seemed to be alive and under the command of the ugly woman. It quickly caught up to Gun’da and enveloped him.

A short moment later, Gun’da stumbled out of the cloud, coughing violently as he did so.

In just a few seconds, the moss on his skin turned bright red, as if he had been skinned.

Gun’da had difficulty breathing. It felt like there were thousands of tiny bugs chewing on the insides of his throat and chest. His eyes turned red, and tears flowed down his cheeks. His skin burned in agony as if it was on fire.

Gun’da didn’t dare remain. He turned and fled with all his strength, all while putting his hands by his mouth and letting out a strange call.

The loud call spread throughout the forest and reached into the distance.

Several troll hunters that were dressed in a similar fashion to Gun’da instantly sprinted in his direction upon hearing his cry for help.

At the same time that they moved out, they used the same communication method to spread the news that they had found the enemy.