Age of Adepts

In truth, the self-destruction of the elementium golems was well within Greem’s plans.

It was only because Yurga had always struck too fast and killed instantly every time that he had yet to put it to plan until now.

Now, after instantly killing eight Flame Fiends in a row, even Yurga couldn’t help but start feeling some exhaustion. Death Gaze severely wore away at the soul origin. Yurga and his exceptional Spirit could not endure firing the beam so many times in succession.

It was actually a commonplace occurrence in battles between high-grade adepts!

Intermediate and low-grade adepts would often turn the world around them when they fought, battling for days and nights. Sometimes, the battle would even drag all the way out until both parties had exhausted all of their magical power. Conflicts between high-grade adepts would never end up in a scenario like this. Victory and defeat were often decided in moments.

Those who could become Third Grade always held some unconventional and powerful trump cards in their hands. Once the battle started, there would be no mercy. They would try their best to kill the opponent in the shortest time possible, leaving no space or time for the opponent to retaliate.

As a veteran Third Grade bloodline adept, Yurga relied on this strange bloodline and possessed the powerful innate ability to kill an enemy instantly. It was this move that gave him the shockingly powerful title of the Death Heralding Crow in the central region.

Unfortunately, he had run into an even more bizarre Second Grade challenger today!

Greem was the clan leader of the Crimson Clan and a powerful Second Grade fire adept. He also possessed the mysterious ability to manipulate flames.

With his Burning Domain and the massive sea of fire, his body had already assimilated with the flames, making it difficult for Yurga to find his real body. Meanwhile, the Flame Fiends he secretly summoned wildly charged at Yurga.

If Yurga ignored the Flame Fiends and focused solely on finding Greem, then he would be subject to quite a beating. If two intermediate Second Grade Flame Fiends were allowed to unleash their full might, they could cause some shocking destruction. At the very least, Yurga dared not test the power of their attacks.

However, Yurga had no better means of quickly dealing with two Flame Fiends apart from his Death Gaze. Of course, he could still kill the two golems even if he didn’t use Death Gaze, and then simply fall back on his powers as a Third Grade adept.

If that were the case, he would leave the two Flame Fiends with some time for preparation.

You aren’t going to use your Death Gaze any more? Alright then, I’ll just self-destruct!

One of the Flame Fiends was responsible for occupying Yurga, while the other rushed forward recklessly and self-destructed. This way, Yurga might no longer need to exhaust his soul origin, but he would now have to endure the might of an intermediate Second Grade elementium golem’s self-destruction!

Greem’s spirit consciousness flowed slowly through the sea of fire. He could also pick up on the might of the self-destruction through the explosion’s shockwave.

Six hundred and twenty-nine points!

That was already a very shocking energy level!

At the very least, Adept Yurga’s robes were already burnt when he escaped from the mushroom cloud. His face was grim and black with smoke. From a distance, he looked like a beggar in rags.

While he was scrambling to recover from the explosion, the other Flame Fiend charged at him.

It wasn’t that easy to humiliate and bully a Third Grade adept either!

Yurga straightened his body furiously and extended a scorched hand at the Flame Fiend. A hand composed of pure black mist smashed onto the golem’s thick, solid chest.

The mist hand clashed with the magma, sizzling fiercely.

The flames on the Flame Fiend’s half-meter thick magma chest stalled as a claw-shaped indentation appeared. The indentation was so deep that it had penetrated the Flame Fiend’s chest.

As a hole appeared in the chest, searing hot lava spilled out from within. Flowing out along with the lava stream was a crystalline elementium core glowing with prismatic light.

However, at this moment, the elementium core was glowing with a red light. The fire elementium energies were wild and chaotic as if they were about to go out of control.

Yurga let out a cold snort when he saw this. His body exploded into a flock of crows that squawked and flew away.

The next moment, a gigantic mushroom cloud erupted in the center of the arena.

A wild elementium blaze quickly spread outward, rapidly catching up with those escaping Death Heralding Crows. The Death Heralding Crows might have excellent resistance, but even they could not endure an energy explosion of this level. Over a hundred red-eyed Death Heralding Crows had their bodies blown to shreds of black mist.

Under ordinary circumstances, Yurga would surely have escaped out of the radius of the elementium flames to reduce the burden on his energy supply. This time, Yurga went the exact opposite way. He charged above the mushroom cloud and transformed into one gigantic Death Heralding Crow before glaring viciously at the sea of fire below with his red eyes.

When the two new Flame Fiends appeared somewhere in the sea of fire, Yurga folded his black wings without hesitation and dove downward with a tail of black smoke behind him.

He had just made it halfway when the two summoned Flame Fiends lifted their heads and locked onto his position. They raised both their hands, and four boiling streams of lava shot out toward him like four massive pillars of fire.

The Death Heralding Crow that Yurga had transformed into uttered a soul-shocking shriek. The voice was sharp and loud enough to tear a person’s eardrums, and even space started to wrinkle beneath the ripple of energy.

The thick pillars of lava were blown away where the soundwave spread.

Yurga’s body abruptly accelerated, and he charged across the rain of fire under cover of the black mist, arriving at the location where that strange mental flux had originated.

“Get out here!”

As Yurga shouted, a large flock of Death Heralding Crows formed from out of the black mist. The sizzling death beams shot in every direction as if they cost nothing.

The sea of fire around Yurga faded, revealing a scorched-black arena floor.

A stumbling figure appeared at the edge of the fire, his Spirit clearly damaged by the death beams.

“Brat, don’t think of escaping alive now that I’ve managed to drag you out.”

Yurga revealed a wicked smile. His body vanished, evading two meteors that the Flame Fiends had launched at him. When he once again appeared, he was in front of the towering figure and extending a black mist hand toward the opponent’s chest.

The hand had only reached halfway before Yurga’s face soured and he quickly had to erupt into a thousand crows again.

But it was too late!

An even more terrifying explosion of fire rose with the towering figure at its center. The blast engulfed most of the Death Heralding Crows into its impact.

It was apparent that Yurga also had a transformation ability similar to Bug Adept Billis, where he would not die as long as one of his manifested creatures was still alive. Thus, it was only when the remaining two to three hundred crows escaped into the distance and reformed into Yurga’s appearance that everyone understood the tremendous damage the detonation from earlier had dealt him.

The smoke protecting Yurga was already too thin to cover his body. Burn marks and blisters could be seen covering the entirety of his withered form. Part of his carbonized flesh started peeling off, revealing the pink and tender flesh beneath along with the beating organs.

The previously confident Yurga now had a pale face, seemingly devoid of all color. He clutched the hole in his chest with all he had and took out a magical green potion from his belt with much difficulty before consuming it.

Strangely enough, Yurga’s severe wounds immediately started healing once he drank the potion.

Even the massive burns and wounds on his body started to heal at a visible rate.

Without hesitation, Yurga took out several magical potion bottles of various colors and extreme potency and started drinking all of them. As the effects of the potions took hold, the damage to his body began to recede, and even his weakened Spirit showed noticeable recovery.

If even a Second Grade like Greem could obtain a sacred healing potion like the Water of the Moonwell, then how could Yurga possibly be lacking such medicines as a Third Grade adept?

However, the physical damage that the elementium fires dealt to Yurga was not as severe as the damage to his ego and pride.

To think that he would sustain such massive damage in a battle against a Second Grade fire adept! How was Yurga supposed to feel about this? Where was he to put his face now? Moreover, the damage to his reputation had already been established. Even if Yurga were to unleash his full might and kill off Greem now, he would probably have a hard time changing the way that other Third Grade adepts looked at him.

Even more terrifying was the fact that the towering flame humanoid that exploded earlier wasn’t Greem’s actual body. It was only a fire clone he had summoned. It was only because Greem had used some mysterious spell that caused the clone to radiate the same mental flux as himself that he had managed to trick Yurga into its proximity.

While Yurga was caught up in his frustration and unquenchable fury, the two annoying Flame Fiends once again charged at him. The series of fireballs they were shooting off bombarded his location like a storm.

The fury within him, with nowhere to go, finally erupted!

Yurga once again transformed into a massive Death Heralding Crow shrouded in black smoke. He drew out black lightning in the sky, quick as a phantom, and instantly pierced through the bodies of the two Flame Fiends.

When he finally stopped in the sky, the black smoke promptly extinguished the lava and flames on his body. There, he held two glowing golem cores in his hands.

Yurga’s attacks had been too fast and too ferocious. It was far beyond the limits of the Flame Fiends’ reaction.

The two Flame Fiends had their hidden golem cores removed from their bodies by the opponent without even the chance to react. If it weren’t for the Ring of Fire and the lava on them dealing a substantial amount of damage to Yurga, these two Flame Fiends would have died in a very humiliating and worthless manner.

Yurga felt the rapidly berserking fire elementium within the two cores, and a wicked smile appeared on his face. He smashed his two hands together, and cracks appeared on the delicate and perfect golem cores before they exploded into fireworks.

Yurga crushed the cores before they could detonate!