Age of Adepts

Once a 3rd rank wizard launched into a ruthless attack, the terrifying might was also horrifying.

The four Terror Inferno Demons summoned from behind Grim also suffered from Yurga's poisonous hand, becoming a pitiful sacrifice under the Death Crow's illustrious name.

However, the Terror Infernal Demon also deserved its name, and the deathbed counterattack before dying also hurt the 3rd rank wizard. And these piles of injuries soon affected Yurga's power play as well, making it impossible for him to take down a Terror Inferno so 'easily' anymore.

Secretly, Grim was also forced to swallow a bottle of moon water to recover from the loss of witch power and spirit.

It was almost entirely thanks to the Flame Suit's 'Flame Sorcery Depletion of Spiritual Energy by Half' effect that he was able to use his 2nd rank Sorcerer's Spiritual Energy to suffer with Yurga until now. Almost every quarter of an hour, Grim needed to summon a Terror Inferno and open another Flame Portal to hold back and drain the opponent's strength with hordes of flame creatures.

It was through these 'unorthodox' little tricks and the liver-quivering loss of magic crystals that Grim had the opportunity to confront a 3rd rank sorcerer head-on. Although he did not show his face on the battlefield throughout, the terrifying Inferno and Flame creatures he summoned crisscrossed the battlefield, turning the entire arena into a terrifying sea of fire.

That Yurga had an amazing performance in terms of single killing, and was not a weakling in the 3rd level wizard group. However, against the stealthy sea of fire Grim's 'Sea of Soldiers' tactics, he was a bit too weak.

If Grim dared to show his face, I'm afraid that ten fire witches tied together would make even Yurga a spoonful!

But now there's no sign of Grim, and those Terror Infernos are sticky as hell.

If Yurga is a little slower, those Terrorist Demons will not hesitate to explode themselves. This was what caused Yorga the biggest headache.

Such a powerful 2nd stage intermediate elemental puppet was definitely worth a lot of money on the sorcerer's market, and the young Crimson Clan Chief didn't even hesitate to give it up. And it wasn't even just one that he gave up, but... it was a group of them!

With such a strange opponent, Yorga literally had a pain in the ass!

At the beginning of the battle, Yorga might have saved a few more Infernal Demons to fight off and make that Crimson Clan Leader feel bad about it. But when the number of elemental puppets summoned by the other side exceeded his expected psychological threshold, Yorga's mind was a bit off balance.

He was no longer so sure of himself either.

He couldn't really figure out how many elemental puppet reserves the other party had on hand!

What if...what if the opponent's elemental puppets were incredibly numerous, wouldn't today's duel be digging a hole for itself...and burying itself in it?

The more I thought about it, the more clueless I became, Yorga's mentality changed from an initial rage to a current apprehension, and his fighting style unintentionally became cautious and conservative.

Although the family was important and the interests were important, in the end, it wasn't as important as one's own life!

Not to be afraid of the ten thousand just in case.

In case the number of elemental puppets on the other side was as high as 20... no, 18, their own lives would be a bit precarious....

Knowing his own business, Yorga had already triggered Death Gaze 8 times in a row and a wide range of death rays 5 times after this hour of intense fighting. Such intensity has far exceeded the limits of what his body can withstand, if not by the potion topped, I'm afraid that Yorga at the moment has run out of oil, by the other side a defensive counterattack.

But those potions might be able to restore his flesh* physical damage, recover his sorcerous power loss, and slowly restore his spirit, but they couldn't eliminate the fatigue and frustration accumulated from the long and intense battle.

The death gaze he inspired was still powerful and unparalleled, and he was still invincible in front of those terrifying inflammatory demons, but in private, deep inside, an unconcealable fear was also slowly growing....

In case it fails....

The first time this question that he had never thought about before the war had surfaced in his mind, it had flung him close to the heart, making it both unthinkable and yet always difficult to forget.

Most of the spectrum's elemental sorceries were difficult to cast smoothly in this bizarre burning realm, and only gifted abilities such as death gaze and some attacks that relied on physical* abilities to inspire them were exempt. Under such circumstances, the losses in all aspects of Yurga were also tremendous.

To kill a thousand enemies, you lose three hundred!

Every time Yurga forcefully exterminated the Terror Inferno, it wasn't easy and unscathed. And with these '300' stacked on top of each other, even he, a 3rd stage Bloodline Sorcerer, was going to become unbearable.

Of course, if there was no Burning Realm, Yurga would have been able to smoothly finish off the 2nd stage Fire Witch with his great strength, so how could he drag the battle to such an unbearable situation.

To say that Yorga didn't have a trace of regret in his heart at the moment, he was truly deceiving himself.

Now Jurga, he's just repenting his guts!

Wasn't it just going to attack a newly formed wizard family? How did it evolve step by step to where it is now? If Yurga was given another chance to choose, he would definitely be incredibly determined to reject that Society's Elder Messenger's suggestion to send troops.

Those bastards, aren't they roasting themselves on a pyre?

However, no matter how much he regretted inside, no matter how depressed his emotions were, the duel in front of him still had to be bitten down.

When the battle had reached its current state, it was no longer a matter of whether or not he was willing to spare the young fire witch, but whether or not the other party was willing to gain an ancient example of a '2nd rank killing 3rd rank'!

At the thought that he might become the most despised 3rd rank wizard in the wizarding world, Yurga's heart went berserk and wanted to go on a killing spree. But at the thought that he could potentially pay for it with his life, Yorga instantly shrank his eggs a bit.

As a result, his emotions and spirit wavered between two extremes, acting brutal and ferocious at one time, and cowardly and avoiding battle at the other... and this, without a doubt, made the battle situation even more confusing!

Jurga's mind is in complete disarray!

Not to mention the Grim on the battlefield, even the wizards and apprentices watching from the stands were aware of this.

As the 15th Terrifying Inferno in the arena howled and fell, Yurga, who was unable to dodge because of his injuries, was finally caught in the fire once again by the 16th Inferno's self-destruct.

And this time, after struggling to escape from the monstrous sea of fire, Yurga froze violently as soon as his hand dug into his belt pouch.

The high level witch medicine for healing had been consumed!

It couldn't be helped, no matter how wise he was, he couldn't anticipate beforehand that he would receive such frequent and heavy flesh*body blows. So in his stockpile of supplies, the amount of wound medicine to heal flesh*body injuries was far less than the amount of witch medicine to restore mental strength.

And this wound medicine reserve was completely depleted after only three rounds.

So when Yurga's scarred body couldn't find any suitable medicine, the battle rumbled in the distance, and two more terrifying demons were raging over.

This time, Yorga was truly afraid!

Although with his remaining mental energy and soul source, he was still able to inspire a death gaze or two to take out the two terrifying inflammatory demons. However, this last reserve was reserved for dealing with that 2nd rank Fire Witch. If he used them up as well, then what could he rely on to spike that dueling opponent?

As a last resort, Yurga could only drag his crippled body to play guerrilla warfare with the two terrifying inflammatory demons, expecting the long delay to allow his body to recover better.

The Grim who was hiding in the shadows seemed to have sensed this, and without saying a word, he summoned a flame portal once again, sending a large number of flame creatures onto the battlefield.

Looking at this group of 'cannon fodder' that had bounced into the battlefield, Yorga's lungs were about to explode.

This group of cannon fodder was of course nothing, even just the aftermath of his battle with the Terror Inferno could kill most of them. But with the remaining trash, if only they could retard Yurga's movements, they would give the two closely pursuing Terror Inferno Demons a chance to rush closer to self-destruct.

And Yurga was already afraid of them blowing up!

Losing the black smoke of the protective body, losing the aid of the wound medicine, not to mention the Inferno's self-destruct, even the Burning Field, which originally acted as a background without any concern, now allowed Yurga to slowly feel the terror of the magical flames.

The Burning Field, whose strength was no more than a hundred degrees, was a continuous damage that could neither be dodged nor avoided.

When Yorga was strong, he could naturally ignore such 'feeble' damage. But once the battle entered a handicap, this past 'insignificant' damage became the last straw that broke the camel's back, leaving Yorga very, very injured....

Yurga eventually fell beneath the flaming waves of the 19th Terrorist Inferno, completely unconscious.

Afraid that the other party was cheating, Grim still did not show himself. It wasn't until he drove the Terror Infernal Demon to cut off the opponent's head and incinerate his body that Grim surfaced at the edge of the battlefield.

Looking at the protective shield that slowly began to recede at the edge of the arena, Grim did not hesitate to take Yurga's hideous and terrifying head into his hands, and then quickly dug out the strange red pupil that was embedded in his forehead.

When it was first dug out, this strange red pupil was still soft and abnormal.

But as Yurga's soul breath dissipated, the Strange Red Pupil quickly condensed and solidified, turning into an amber-colored bead in the blink of an eye. Holding it in front of his eyes to look closely, a strange grey cross in the center of the bead, a faint magic fluctuation was clearly discernible.

It was a pity that it was impossible to take Yurga's huge soul inside this strange red pupil in full view of the public, otherwise the residual bloodline powers could have been a little stronger!

Grim thought faintly, looking up slowly at the livid-faced Arbiter Wizard, Laurion, who was marching towards him with great strides.

Such an ending was obviously completely unexpected and caught the other party off guard.

To be honest, at this time, even Laurien was somewhat at a loss as to how to face Grim.