Age of Adepts

Grim struggled to erect his body.

At this time, he didn't dare to withdraw from his inflamed demon body, or else the severe flesh* physical injuries on his body could destroy his human body in an instant.

Grim's indigo demon right claw ignited a cluster of purple abyssal flames and pressed a hand on top of the face-palm-sized wound on his chest. A muffled sound of flame bursting was heard, and his entire body once again ignited with a raging blaze, which dispelled the poisonous force that had wrapped around seventeen wounds of various sizes.

If there was enough time, he could have made this operation more gentle and detailed. However, with a great enemy at hand, he could only use such a crude and simple method to heal the wounds in order to recover his combat strength as quickly as possible.

After the power of the poison was dispersed, Grim's up to 22 points of physique was able to be used. Not only did the torn flesh and blood on the surface of his body begin to rapidly heal and shrink, even the two near-permeable giant wounds on his chest and under his ribs drew out countless shoots of flesh and blood from near the wounds and danced wildly to grow and strangle together.

Regardless of how well the internal organs recovered, at least the wounds on the surface of the body had been healed, and there were no holes in the defense.

As for the broken stubble of the broken ribs, they were regained in place by the combined pull of the blood and flesh fibers that were strung together. Although the section was still there, it was wrapped in layers of flesh, film and tendons, so it was fine for the time being.

Grim was sweating profusely, urging his sorcery power to stimulate the flesh and blood tissues to frantically regenerate and initially mend the damage and wounds on his body.

In just half a quarter of an hour, Grim was also well again from all his injuries, his body once again rising with steamy, dazzling flames, looking intact as ever.

At least on the surface!

Grim's 22 point physique was still so terrifying, and opposite Sanaza's as high as 39 points was even more perverted. After a bloodbath just now, the Venom Flying Dragon body that Sanaza had incarnated when separated was already charred by the terrifying flames.

However, with the surge of bloodline power, Sanaza gently shook her body, and the thoroughly carbonized surface skin puffed down, revealing the bright red flesh that was growing wildly underneath.

Almost as soon as Grim was halfway recovered, Sanaza also quickly completed her self-healing, the burns on the surface of her body swept away, once again completely overtaken by the disgusting slime that was being secreted.

Using the power of sorcery to recover from one's own injuries was an ability unique to high ranked sorcerers!

As long as the power in their bodies was not depleted, they could always keep repairing, repairing, repairing... This also allowed them to always maintain an extremely high level of combat power.

As a Bloodline Sorcerer, Sanaza's body mending speed was clearly above Grim's, and coupled with a far higher magic and physical resistance than her opponent's, this first round of battle was clearly Sanaza's absolute advantage.

As soon as her body was mended, Sanaza also did not hesitate to shout and pounced on Grim again. Grim, however, was only half mended at this point, and thus could only dodge while speeding up to complete his self-healing.

The second round of battle between the two sides also started in no time at all.

Watching the two ferocious and tyrannical giants on the screen clash together again, the many sorcerers waiting in front of the magic light screen couldn't help but gaze at the battle once again. Especially those sorcerers who belonged to different camps, they even silently cheered up the guy they were optimistic about.

"Lord Mary, Teacher, Teacher..." seeing that now, Wenliel also had to worry about her teacher, "Teacher is obviously an elemental witch, why would she sacrifice the long and the short to fight a hard battle with that stinky loach? "

Mary couldn't help but frown, seemingly equally puzzled.

Instead, Emelia, who was hiding on the side twirling a golden honey orange and eating it happily while watching the light screen in a casual manner, couldn't help but skirt, "To consume each other of course!"

"Consuming?" Wenliel couldn't help but repeat the words.

"Not to deplete the opponent's power reserves sooner and faster, do you think the Lord of the House is rushing up there looking for abuse?" The oddly born and eccentric Emelia obviously has a kind of penetrating and profound understanding of everything that is difficult for normal people to understand, so inside the several witches who get along well, she has also been acting as a 'counselor' and 'military advisor'.

Mary was not as gentle as Wenliel, who twisted Emelia's thin waist and intimidated her: "If you see something, say it quickly, don't stammer so unpleasantly! If you dare to sell out again, I'll bite you twice..."

"Geez..." the pain-suffering magical woman could only roll her eyes and say her thoughts as fast as she could.

"As soon as the Master came on the field, he directly invited the battle, obviously wanting to take care of the first enemy quickly."

"That... we all know that!"

"You know what the hell...ouch!" Emelia screamed once again, "Okay, let's put it another way. If it's you, how quickly should you take care of a 3rd level enemy that's equal in power to you?"

"Fight! Certainly a constant and intense battle..."

"That's right, isn't it! As you can see, this group of 3rd stage perverts, all of them have incredibly high defenses and recovery powers, and it's simply impossible to defeat them with a single blow. Unless the family lord is a 4th rank and can forcefully crush them with absolute strength, you'll have to honestly fight a war of attrition."

"Can't we defeat the enemy with our combat skills?"

"Ahem, silly girl, do you think these 3-stepers are idiots? Once they find themselves at a disadvantage in battle, they will either change tactics or change the battlefield, never giving the enemy a chance to suppress them for a long time. If the house lord uses swim fighting tactics and makes full use of his elemental power, do you think this stinky loach will still stalk with him? It's definitely a fight and run, and it's impossible to let the lord of the house gain the upper hand on the battlefield for long..."

Emelia smiled wryly.

"At that time, it will definitely be a fight between the two of them flying all over the field, with you chasing me and me chasing you for a while, and no one will be able to completely dominate the field. That way, with the recovery power of a 3rd rank wizard, it won't be a problem to easily fight for ten days and half a month. I'm afraid the head of the family doesn't want to have such a situation, that's why he's willing to show up short, and attract that woman around to consume each other."

At this point, Mary and Meryl's two women were also a bit dazed.

What cards did Grim have on him, the two of them were as good as a family. If Grim really intended to fight with all his might, the Elemental Magic Weapon would probably have debuted long ago.

I'm afraid that Grim's delay in withholding this card has something to do with his current tactics.

In past battles, it was always the case that the Elemental Demon was in the front, consuming the enemy's life force, and waiting until the enemy was old and tired before going forward to find an advantage. But this time, Grim clearly thought of himself as a pawn crossing the river, and used the Elemental Magic Weapon as the final card to decide the fate of the world.

Such a decision and such a way of fighting was clearly unexpected by everyone!

But is it really possible to fool his enemies?

That Sanaza was also just impulsively violent, but not stupid. The little nooks and crannies that Grim was playing with, the other party would be able to guess a tenth even if they couldn't do an exhaustive overview. It's just a white advantage in front of the eyes, do not take advantage of the white.

When the two sides really wanted to reveal their cards to each other, it was still unclear who had surprised whom!

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Compared to the warblers on the Crimson Family's side, the Sarupo Family was a bit more frenzied and fiery there.

Whenever on the light screen, the sturdy and ugly Venomous Flying Dragon relied on his strong body and superior magic resistance to break through the burning field outside of the Infernal Demon's body and start an earth-shattering battle of the century with it, several witches of the Sarupo Family would shake their fists and scream out of their bodies.

"Bite his throat..."

"Dodge this fireball...oops, too bad..."

"Watch out for his flaming whip..."

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Like participants in an immersive situation, both the 2nd rank Fugen Witch, and the 1st rank Kougen and Amm, were all nervous and almost trembling, shouting through gritted teeth.

On top of the light curtain, it seemed that their shouts and cheers had worked a little, and the battle was clearly slightly in Sanaza's favor, beating the Infernal Demon to a pulp, covered in purple blood. In contrast, the Venomous Flying Dragon took much less damage than its opponent.

This was not yet an overwhelming advantage, but it was twisting the battle in Sanaza's favor little by little.

This was already the fourth round of battle between the two sides!

Sanaza seemed to see a bargain and an opportunity for victory, even though her body took severe fire damage, she died fighting and never retreated, never giving Grim the chance to exit the battlefield to repair her body again.

Although both sides were always inflicting damage on each other, and also suffering heavy blows that outsiders could not imagine at all times. But as long as the other side was wounded more severely than they were, that was a small 'victory'!

With Sanaza's up to 39 points, the opponent's attacks below 300 degrees couldn't even rub against her epidermis, while only attacks above 500 degrees could leave visible wounds.

However, this kind of trauma was really nothing.

If the opponent's attack speed was a little bit slower, I'm afraid that the speed at which it created wounds would not be able to compare to Sanaza's own healing speed.

An incredibly powerful berserk fireball burst on Sanaza's surface, and the surging flames scorched a scorch mark the size of a bowl. However, by the time the flame shockwave gradually dissipated, the scorch mark began to heal and disappear at a speed that was visible to the naked eye....

Maybe by the time the flame energy is completely dissipated, the place will already be as flat and shiny as new!

A strong physique and superb resistance to fighting also gave Sanaza the capital to fight the enemy with blood.

Rushing onto the battlefield, or clawing, or tearing, or flailing, or wing striking, or venom spitting... the transformed Poison Flying Dragon simply displayed all of her predator abilities to the fullest, frantically inflicting great damage on her opponents.