Age of Adepts

Just as expected, Illhoof’s arrival alerted Greem and the others.

After all, they were all at Fourth Grade. They were the most powerful people within the material planes. Though there might be some variance in power between them, they had all put in incredible amounts of preparation into their personal defenses.

Greem, Holly, and Cherisha all sensed it when Illhoof appeared on the distant hill. They woke up from their sleep or meditation, their mental consciousness active once again.

No one knew when, but Greem had appeared in the air above the wooden house. He evaluated the ferocious monster standing atop the hill from a distance, nervous yet excited.

Disaster creatures were exceptionally terrifying opponents, even for a major plane like the World of Adepts. In particular, Scourge Lords that had lived for thousands, or tens of thousands, of years were all-powerful existences that were planar calamities.

Countless planar worlds that lacked the strength to defend themselves had their residents slaughtered and all their rare resources robbed from their lands. Even the planar origin required to maintain a world’s stability and development was extracted, leaving the planar world to collapse, disintegrate, and turn into ‘waste’ drifting through the endless space.

If adepts were leeches parasitizing the planar worlds, then the disaster creatures were army ants that ate and devoured everything in their way. Where they went, planes collapsed and species went extinct. Only the shattered remains of planar continents would slip into the space storms, where they would become home for galaxy wanderers.

Both parties were at the top of the food chain, but the difference in power and status was astronomical!

The astral armor that Adept Holly wore was unusual. Every single punch and kick he used was far, far more powerful than what an ordinary metal golem should be capable of. Whenever he punched a mutated beast, strange starlight power would jump and leap across the bodies of other surrounding creatures, instantly causing them to explode into a mess of blood and flesh.

Meanwhile, due to the projection of starlight around Adept Holly, any creature that approached him would be stunned and lose all control of their body. The slightest delay in their movements would be more than enough for Holly to punch them to pieces with his ferocious metal fists.

It didn’t matter if they were First, Second, or Third Grade. There was only one fate awaiting the mutated beasts that tried to attack Adept Holly– death.

For a moment, Adept Holly was unstoppable, rampaging uncontested amongst the enemies while clad in his unusual armor.

However, it didn’t matter how fast he punched or kicked. He would never be faster than Greem, who slaughtered scores of beasts with a single spell.

Meanwhile, Cherisha showed no signs of releasing Mangus and transforming into their true two-headed form. Instead, she used her strange, powerful mental magic to enchant the mutated beasts, causing them to turn on one another.

These mutated beasts might have once been incredibly powerful monsters in their native planes, but they were as weak as sheep before these Fourth Grade adepts, who stood at the peak of the material planes.

With Adept Holly serving as an invincible tank for him, Greem did not need to worry about defense at all. Instead, he focused solely on being the destructive cannon that he was.

He turned into a ten-meter-tall fire giant and stood at the center of the village, occasionally tossing a fire spell at the frontlines to halt the mutated beasts’ wild advance. The monsters would thrash in his flames like blind men, unable to find a way out and eventually crumpling to the ground as they whined in agony and burned to a crisp.

Greem’s attack did not stop, but most of his attention was still focused on Illhoof, who remained on top of the hill.

Even when the battle was at its most intense, Greem still had one or two powerful fire spells readied and prepared. If Illhoof tried anything weird, he would hurl these spells at him without any hesitation.

Sytance Illhoof stood firmly at the top of the hill, looking down at the battlefield in silence.

His subordinates might be getting torn apart by the enemy and slaughtered by the hundreds, but he felt nothing at all.

Mere insignificant corrupted beings. He wouldn’t even bat an eye no matter how many of them died.

As long as he could take down that floating city, he could have as large a mutated beast army as he wanted. Numbers were not a problem.

The only thing he cared about now was how powerful these three adepts were.