Age of Adepts

Chapter 1117 The Chaotic Battlefield

By the time peace returned to the place, some mysterious footsteps rang out.

Though there was no man or shadow to be seen, a clear set of footprints appeared in the bloodstains on the floor.

The footsteps continued to appear, only stopping in front of the place where Adept Holly had disappeared.

A short moment later, the golden flames that shrouded his body dispersed, and Greem’s youthful body appeared.

He was wearing a red adept’s robe with a dark black cloak draped over it. The hood was drawn over his head to obscure his face, and only a few stray strands of his black hair were showing.

Greem examined the place with his blazing eyes and quickly confirmed the energy auras of everyone involved here.

Holly, a werewolf, a foxgirl, and…Dark Witch Shani!

Meanwhile, casters like liches and adepts were more rational and cunning in their approach.

They would often choose to avoid fighting when they ran into enemies of the same grade. They were more inclined to attack opponents who were slightly weaker than themselves.

It was only when the enemy betrayed a glaring weakness that they would risk their own lives to attack. Moreover, they were a group of people who would escape without any hesitation if they sensed any threat to their lives.

That was why the lich had behaved in that manner earlier. He had sensed the strange flux of the principle fires around Greem. After some evaluation, he confirmed that he could not defeat Greem quickly. As such, he flew away without any hesitation.

Through this, Greem could deduce that the lich had also mastered certain principle powers.

That was why the lich had managed to see through Greem’s invisibility from the principle fires, while the Great Demon, as powerful as he was, had not managed even to detect Greem’s presence.

Greem couldn’t help but frown when he saw the terrifying beings that were appearing one after another.

This pond was getting murkier by the minute.

The number of predators that had joined the fray was only increasing.

Under such circumstances, the difficulty of obtaining what he wanted had increased exponentially!

When it was just Illhoof and the three of them, Greem had confidence in holding the advantage above everyone else. He could obtain whatever he wanted. However, given the situation, even getting any sort of loot would come at a great cost to himself!

In particular, the Dark Witch was a hidden time bomb.

If she were insistent on bothering him, it would be near impossible to obtain any decent spoils from the floating city!

However, after some thought, Greem’s frustration was quickly replaced with pride.

Disaster creatures, Beast God believers, demons, liches. Which one of these was not a powerful individual who had established their reputation within their planes hundreds of years ago? Which of them had not achieved what they had after hundreds upon hundreds of years of cultivation? It had only been two hundred years since his own birth, yet he was not that much weaker than all of them.

Greem even had plenty of confidence in defeating a few of these opponents.

It was sufficient proof that Greem’s potential far surpassed any of them!

Faced with all these terrifying competitors, Greem did not need to feel dejected. Instead, he should be proud of his achievements.

As he silently consoled himself, Greem remained invisible and headed towards the inner circle.

One had to admit that the floating city was unusually large.

The arcanists had indeed moved a massive city into the skies.

Even Greem couldn’t help but be impressed by this nearly miraculous feat.

In all honesty, if Greem had not been born in the World of Adepts back then, but had instead been born in the Arcane Empire, he would probably be a Great Arcanist by now!

After all, the Arcane Empire’s standard for advancement was each individual’s level of arcane knowledge. It was different from the adept’s Grade system, which set a firm threshold and standard for each grade. Consequently, the arcanists of the Arcane empire very rarely trained their bodies. Even their Spirits were far weaker than adepts of the same grade.

If these arcanists were separated from their arcane towers and their arcane facilities, they would be as helpless as rabbits in front of the adepts!

Greem hid his figure and roamed the empty streets.

Some mutated beasts sprinted past him and smashed through many of the stores along the way. Whenever they found an arcanist defending an arcane facility, they would screech, calling more allies to their location to encircle the arcanist.

It caused flames to appear all over the floating city, along with the sounds of fighting and the noise of crumbling buildings.

It was at this moment that Greem finally saw the Great Demon again.

The Great Demon was currently fighting against two arcane towers.

He could faintly sense the life auras of two Fourth Ring arcanists in these towers.