Chapter 983 - An Intense Battle
Chapter 983 An Intense Battle
The bullets did not penetrate his scales, but Natagu could still clearly feel the intense pain inflicted upon him by the vicious stream of metal and fire.
The serpentine adept twisted his massive body, preventing the barrage from hitting his vital points as he opened his mouth and lunged at the elementium magical machine like a flash of lightning.
The sharp fangs of the snake clashed with the machine’s metal arm. Both parties trembled and were knocked back. The violent force of their exchange spread out between the two of them, turning into several force shockwaves that pushed the lava away, creating a vacuum ten meters in diameter.
The flowing lava might have been affected by the shockwaves, but the three silhouettes following quickly behind the serpentine adept were not. They passed through the flame barrier without any hesitation and entered the cave.
Katherine gritted her teeth as her silver body abruptly turned into a glowing bolt as she charged to the side of the elementium magical machine. Without any hesitation, she used her ace– Bladestorm!
A dozen metal blades swarmed out like a hive of bees, revolving around the elementium magical machine and slicing with all their strength. Paired with the metal spike that Katherine wielded with the ferocity of a storm, the magical machine had to endure an unimaginably violent beating at every moment.
Any other adept would not have been able to endure such ferocious attacks!
Compared to Guinevere’s poison magic, Benija’s mental magic relied more on the suppression of Spirit. Her mental magic was intangible and invisible before adepts whose Spirits were weaker than hers. These adepts had barely any chance of defending against her attacks. However, when used on adepts whose Spirits far surpassed her own, her mental magic would be directly resisted. The chance of failure would rise exponentially.
How did he do it? Was it just as Natagu had said? Was he relying on some sort of forbidden spell or unique item? How long could he maintain this state?
A series of questions rose from Benija’s heart. For the first time, she could not help but start considering the possibility of losing this fight.
Still, the situation remained a three-on-one. As long as they could endure until the fire adept’s Spirit reverted to its original level, they still had a high chance of winning.
As anxious as she was, Benija continued to pile on more and more mental spells upon the Flame Fiend.
Mind Spike!
Mind Flay!
Mind Blast!
Frantic Frenzy!
Chaos Consciousness!
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One dangerous and powerful mental magic after another took effect on Greem, causing his movements to occasionally become slow and dull as he continued to fight the giant serpent. Every time he paused was the best opportunity for the snake to deliver a strike.
Be it a bite with his fangs, a lash with his tail, or even a blast of his Petrification Beam; all would inflict unspeakable damage upon the Flame Fiend!
Guinevere continued to skirt around the edges of the battle, sinisterly chuckling as she spread poison and plague around the Flame Fiend. She would occasionally rain down acid arrows and corrosion balls on the enemy in the hopes of penetrating his defenses and having the poison take effect from within.
Unfortunately, the harsh environment here significantly limited the old hag’s ability.
The fearsome poison that had stood its own against the Spirit of Pestilence was now burned to ashes before it could approach the Flame Fiend. Even when she finally managed to afflict Greem with some poison, it was immediately purified by a strange holy light before it could attack the organs.
Holy light? Since when had the fire adept mastered even the power of holy light?
The old witch simply could not understand.