Age of Adepts

At Grim's level, no amount of aids would be more than aids, and it was still the sorcery ability of the sorcerer himself that could truly decide whether a high-level battle would be won or lost.

In all seriousness, the fighting style of the Shattered Face Gallo was somewhat similar to that of the Alchemy Sorcerer, but their strength was even more perverted than theirs, and their fighting style was even more bizarre.

After the body had undergone multiple necromantic transformation, Shatterface Gallo's entire body no longer had any so-called 'dead spots', and he was able to survive even if his body took a heavy beating and had a deficiency of 80% or more. However, his heart, spine and right hand were still his most important parts.

Once there was damage to these parts, death was impossible, but a major loss of battle power was a real thing!

Thus, when Grim and the Elemental Demon Armament that acted as an auxiliary focused their attacks on the heart part of the source of death within Gallo's body, the fellow with the strange necromantic bloodline finally stormed out.

When Shattered Face Gallo abandoned all of his defenses and instead threw all of his power into the attack, Grim immediately felt a mountain of heavy pressure.

Power threads!

Shattered Face Gallo condensed a thread of power formed by the Berserk Giant Force and his own sorcery energy to cut across and across, and even with Grim's strength and composure, he had to look away, not even having the courage to return to his stance.

It was too condensed!

Compared to the solid sorcery of the elemental sorcerer and the flame manipulation of Grim, the power of the Shattered Face Gallo was undoubtedly more cohesive and hardened.

Compared to the two, it's like a needle and an ostrich egg, no doubt the ostrich egg's size and imbibed energy is greater. But really needles collide together, a blow and broken must be the strength and sturdiness of the ostrich egg more dispersed.

The reason why the broken face Gallo was able to condense the power to such a degree, I'm afraid the most with the help of power is the magic sword in his hand. At least in Grim's elemental vision, Smashed Face Gallo's danger level was far lower than the magic sword in his hand.

According to the chip's analysis, the magic sword was on the verge of reviving its self-awareness, or what was commonly known as 'instrumental spirit'. Once it succeeded in reviving, it would most likely leap into a 4th stage Demonic Sorcery in one fell swoop, its power even more astonishing.

But for now, it was still just a 3rd-grade magic weapon that could extremely harden the user's own power!

With the extreme urging of the Shattered Face Gallo, a seemingly insignificant red thread of power formed a sparse but impermeable net, chasing after Grim at headlong speed. Grim, on the other hand, did not hesitate to flee at full speed, and as he fled, he commanded the terrifying flame stream to retard and impede the approach of the threads of power.

It was only after retreating for a full two hundred meters that these threads of power could no longer maintain their solid energy structure and form, and began to rapidly crumble and disintegrate. The energy frenzy that dispersed out in turn created a terrifying energy storm in place.

As for Grim, he was only swept away by the aftermath of the energy storm, and the Flame Shield outside his body beeped and burst most of the way.

However, before Grim could slow down that much, the incoming Shattered Face Gallo roared and rushed up, pulling him into a melee with another stormy and swift attack.

Thus, the two sorcerers, who were also standing at the peak of the 3rd rank, fought together in such a way that once again set off a chilling energy storm on the battlefield....

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The battle continues in the distance.

The many sorcerers waiting in front of the magic water curtain were all holding their breath, observing this high-level sorcerer battle with an almost respectful attitude.

The strength of the Bloodline Sorcerers and the fierce firepower of the Elemental Sorcerers were all vividly displayed through this battle.

Even those 3rd rank witches who were organization leaders or power leaders, looked at others and thought about themselves, sweating profusely as they watched. In the area they were in, they were also all objects of admiration for others, the elite within the sorcerer.

But compared to these two peak 3rd rank witches in the light curtain, they had nothing to offer!

The past pride and hidden disdain were immediately swept away, and all that remained were reflections on their own past narrow-mindedness and foolishness of 'sitting in the well and watching the sky'.

And among the many castle chambers watching the battle, there were only two silver-robed sorcerers inside one of them.

As they watched the battle, they were talking with a heavy look.

"...How is it? Can we detect the strength of their attacks? ......."

The other silver-robed sorcerer had several magical crystals of various colors floating in front of him, pointing their diamond-shaped tips at the magical water screen, and the rear crystal plane was constantly refreshing with various data, most of which was red and blinding.

"...760 degrees...830 degrees...910 degrees... "

As he watched the numbers continue to soar and become more and more piercingly red in color, this silver-robed wizard's forehead couldn't help but break out in a layer of cold sweat.

It was only two 3rd rank wizards fighting in the light curtain! Although they had reached their peak state, they were still 3rd stage after all. And the terrifying power they exerted by raising their hands and feet was already approaching the scope of a 4th ranked sorcerer.

Wouldn't this foretell that either of the two singled out had a terrifying power that would be enough to rival a 4th rank Junior Sorcerer! And the shadow of rule power could be seen on all of them.

This also fully displayed the terrifying development potential of two peak 3rd stage sorcerers that were the slightest bit intimidating.

Even without any external assistance, it was probable that such two sorcerers would advance to the 4th rank within a century or two, even without any external assistance.

After all, the power of rules was a strange power that only a peak 4th rank sorcerer could possess!

"With the strength of the two of them, placed inside our Silver Alliance, they're at least at the elite level, right?" A silver-robed couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice.

"I'm afraid it's more than just the elite level..." another silver robed shook his head, "If you consider the hint of rule power they already possess, I'm afraid even those witches at our core level won't be able to stabilize them! "

"Core Sorcerer..." that silver robe couldn't help but gape.

Within the Silver Alliance, there was also a strict division of rank and strength for the group of witches.

In addition to the various silver-robed witches who maintained and upheld the internal ruling order of the Silver Alliance, the Silver Alliance also selected some battle witches from among the silver-robed witches to form elite battle teams. Most of them were even higher than those silver-robed Enforcers and Silver-robed Correctional Officers.

On top of the elite sorcerers, the Silver Alliance would also select those who had exceptional talent and development potential among the battle teams and introduce them into the core circle of the Silver Alliance, becoming the true core sorcerers. Their strength was even more astonishingly strong, and was a core force that had maintained a stable structure for the Silver Alliance for hundreds of thousands of years.

In all seriousness, they were actually the alternative to the 4th ranked witches!

Once the existing 4th stage sorcerers in the Silver Alliance suffered casualties and the power structure was lacking, the Alliance would spare no effort to cultivate a few core sorcerers and let them advance to the 4th stage as soon as possible to fill the gap in the Alliance's power.

And this was the fundamental meaning of the existence of these core sorcerers!

The two rank 2 silver robes in the chamber at the moment were clearly law enforcers sent over by the Silver Alliance to routinely gather information on the Dispersal Tower Forest, so their evaluation was more objective and fairer.

............

In addition to the Silver Alliance sending people here, the Northland Witch and the Sorcerer's Association naturally had no less.

The one sent from the Northland Witch's side was none other than that 2nd rank witch, Nina.

As the representative of the Fraudulent Sorceress lineage stationed in the Scatterland Tallinn region, she naturally had to know the entire event that was happening in the middle of the continent. The main reason why she was so enthusiastic was that it was the turn of the Fraudulent Witch to preside over the public affairs of the North in this century.

At the next meeting of the Witch Chiefs, if a Witch Chief asked about the major events happening in the middle of the continent, if she, the family representative, was negligent in gathering and organizing information, it would bring shame to the entire Fraudulent Witch line.

Moreover, she was a bit more familiar with this Legendary Fire Witch than the others.

To be honest, she had already dealt with the other party when she was still a rank 1 Minor Sorcerer. And the other party had left an extremely deep impression on her.

At one point, Nina Witch even had the idea of getting the other party and turning her into her 'favored lady'.

However, with the connection between that Grim and the newly born Destiny Witch Leader Alice, Nina was forced to give up this hot idea. She had suffered for a long time for that.

But now, once again, she saw that Grim on the light screen, and the other party had become a terrifying 3rd rank pinnacle existence that she could only look up to.

If... if this guy took it a step further... then... wouldn't he be on par with the Clan Leader?

The thought of it made the Nina witch unable to stop her body from trembling and her soul from shaking.

Damn it, compared to the one he was in the light screen, had he been living on a dog all these years?

Regardless of how mixed feelings this Nina witch had, within the other chamber, a middle-aged wizard wearing orthodox wizard robes and a pointed hat, with a long witch staff leaning against the back of the chair beside him, was gazing at the light screen with a solemn look.

The middle-aged wizard's face grew heavier and heavier as the two peak level 3 wizards fought more and more fiercely in the light screen.

Finally, he pulled out a clarified and pure communication crystal, fought with his right hand on it a few times, muttered a few words of activation spells that no one could hear clearly, and immediately the crystal ball lit up.

"I need everything I can get on this legendary fire witch Grim immediately, the more detailed the better, the sooner the better... Yes, put him on our watch and contact list as well. The location...let's put him in front of that Gallo!"

After a moment, the crystal ball's light began to dim.

The only light source left in the chamber was the magic water curtain, reflecting the middle-aged sorcerer's stark face that was bright and indistinct.