Chapter 1012 - Clash of Blood and Steel
Chapter 1012 Clash of Blood and Steel
The adept forces and subordinate armies that had just been fighting valorously were now all retreating as fast as they could into the distance.
Neither the Third Grades of the Crimson Clan nor the Fabres Clan dared to remain on the battlefield for a moment longer. They quickly commanded the retreat of their armies, leaving ample space for the two terrifying Fourth Grade powerhouses.
The Fourth Grade magical golem dragon could not be considered a true force to be reckoned with in the eyes of the Fabres adepts in any regard. However, it clearly exhibited tremendous power beyond its actual grade under the mysterious control of that legendary fire adept.
As both Declan and the magical golem dragon’s preferred style of combat was direct confrontation, waves of dust storms, blown up by the terrifying shockwaves, engulfed the retreating forces before they managed to complete their retreat.
Standing in front of the sixty-meter-tall and hundred-meter-long golem dragon, Body-Refining Adept Declan looked like a sesame seed beside a watermelon. It was hard to see him if one didn’t look carefully.
Even though he was several dozen times smaller than the magical golem dragon, it was clear that the dragon was the one at a disadvantage through the fists and blows they exchanged.
Greem now stood above the golem dragon’s head, already taking over all control authority over the dragon from Magical Goblin Gonga. He did not hide within the golem dragon’s body; Greem chose to fight alongside it, lashing at Declan wildly and furiously.
His fists left twenty-centimeter-deep craters on the metal. Even the super-alloy could not defend against Declan’s fists of flesh. They collapsed inwards, the shape of Declan’s fist left in the metal.
Declan spun around the leg and attacked it wildly, intent on disposing of the dragon’s mobility first.
Unfortunately, despite trying for a long time, he had no choice but to give up in the end.
The golem dragon’s body was simply too tough. Even if he were to punch it a hundred times, the best he could do was wear off a thin layer of metal. It was a seven-meter-thick leg. He would need at least an hour of continuous attacks to be able to break it.
The enemy would not give him such plentiful time to do as he wished!
From the moment he approached the golem dragon, his defensive forcefield had been trembling unstoppably from the constant barrage of the cannons. These attacks might not be able to break through his forcefield, but they drained his stamina quite substantially.
Declan had to back away every so often after fighting the golem dragon at close range so that his forcefield had a buffer time to recover.