Age of Adepts

What level of power had you reached?

For a long time, Grim has had this question.

Having faced enemies in the past, or schemed, or compromised, or avoided the truth, Grim almost never indulged in the exercise of the power he possessed. Moreover, his power is still always in a state of dynamic change and wild progress, and there are clearly some qualitative benchmarks that are lacking if one wants to assess and measure his true combat power in detail and with certainty.

Today, however, this Son of God, Mitzel, had clearly become a millstone for Grim to validate his strength.

When the idea of the Witch Demon agreeing to cooperate was relayed to Grim's mind, he unleashed his most violent and swiftest attack without hesitation.

Numerous dark red dots suddenly appeared on the battlefield space, from which a steady stream of terrifying flame energy spewed out. These flame energies did not disperse, but rather wildly converged together, solidifying into a terrifying flame giant with a stature of over ten meters.

Regarding the issue of gigantic figure, every higher creature could actually achieve this through energy infusion. However, without the support of a strong and constant flow of energy, this kind of gigantic transformation would only deplete their strength and dilute their defensive strength, and would not bring much benefit to their real battle strength.

Therefore, all higher creatures would only choose a body of the right size to carry their will. Such a body would maintain a kind of dynamic energy balance while also maximizing their powerful battle strength.

Therefore, the first thought of the Wraith Kangonas when it saw Grim's energized, gigantic body was that it was too stupid and arrogant, completely unaware of the proper size to bring out its proper battle power. But when its keen spiritual perception detected the wildly pulsating Heart of Rule in Grim's tall chest, it had to revise its opinion.

Such a powerful Heart of Rule did indeed need a huge body to carry it.

In its perception, the heart that was no more than the size of a fist was pulsing wildly, pumping out a surging and vastly terrifying flame energy every moment. If Grim's anthropomorphic body was too small, I'm afraid that this flame energy would be a huge burden to carry for himself.

"Flames... flames... I need more flames!"

The moment the tall and majestic Flame Giant appeared, he raised his hand to the sky and let out a deafening roar, wielding a ring of flame that covered an area of a thousand meters square. The aura was so large that it enveloped the entire battlefield, dumping Mitzel and the Witch Demon as well as the dozen or so tall buildings around them.

Wherever the Ring of Flame passed, houses collapsed and the earth scorched and cracked, and everything in heaven and earth was engulfed by the sea of fire.

The wild and tyrannical flames licked the bodies of the two 4th rankers, burning through their protective force fields, burning through their magical shields, and burning directly into their very bodies.

Jude's Wraith Kangonnas was not affected much, it was after all a Wraith body, it no longer had the fragile, cumbersome and useless flesh and tendons on its body. Most of the remaining Witch Demon torsos were also refined by it into some sort of bizarre magical weapon, which was not at all afraid of this level of dispersed energy attacks.

But the divine son Mitzel who was in the middle of a fierce battle with it was still intact flesh and blood.

Stripped of his divine magic aura and stripped of his divine power, his body was a hundred or a thousand times stronger than an ordinary human, but it was so fragile when compared to a 4th rank Witch Demon.

When the flames imbued with the power of strange laws burned his body, Mitzer screamed hoarsely and had to activate the only remaining defensive divine art in the Wisdom Sacred Book.

Yero's Blessing!

Dense and rippling divine light flowed rapidly over Mitzer's lean and tall body, isolating the effects of all attacks on his own body. Even some of the remaining traces of battle on his body quickly faded away in the brilliant and brilliant light.

The Witch Demon Kangenas waved a small grey bone staff in his hand and radically* shot out three arrows of death that struck the divine brilliance were all instantly melted away by it, not having any effect on Mizer.

Damn...what a strong defensive ability.

However, what was even more annoying was that this divine Art also seemed to have restored Mitzel's condition back to its peak.

A brand new Mitzel that couldn't be beaten....

At this, even the always cold and ruthless Witch Demon Kangonas had a headache.

"This Divine Art is expendable... our attacks can't hit it, but they can consume the power of the Divine Art inside!" As Connors hesitated, unsure if he should continue his attack or choose to swim away to stall for a bit, Grim's deafening roar rang out once again.

In the next second, a shockwave of flames as thick as two meters spanned hundreds of meters and washed over the standing Mizer's body. The violent and unparalleled flames and the brilliant and radiant divine glow intermingled together, creating wave after wave of energy storms within the arena.

With the tentative attack just now, the Witch Demon Kangenas did not notice the details of the energy changes on Mitsel's body. It was only now, as it saw the Grim Flame attacks continuously washing over Mitzel, that it noticed the subtle energy differences on the other side.

That indestructible divine glow did indeed show some tiny energy decay before and after the Grim's attack. This also meant that the two of them could have drained this divine art with an energy charge.

With the hope of winning, the Wraith Kangonas was immediately energized, swimming a short distance to Mizer's side and began desperately exchanging damage with him with the deadly shockwave. The Mizer, who had been spotted by Grim, naturally wouldn't be foolish enough to wait here to die, and tried with all his might to break out of the encirclement.

Unfortunately, the tall flaming giant that Grim had incarnated was guarding the outside, and no matter which direction the opponent broke through, he would appear ahead of the opponent's escape route and slap him back with that terrifying pair of flaming hands.

With the strict defense of the Wraith and Grim, Mitsel struck back several times, and was never able to break through the tight blockade of the two powerful enemies. The defensive divine art outside his body also gradually began to dull its glow under the intentional consumption of the two.

With this defensive divine Art, Witch and Grim couldn't do anything against Mitsel, but once the defensive divine Art was used up, it was easy to imagine what would happen to this Mitsel.

By now, Mitsel had given up on escaping from the two, and began to use the last bit of time that the defensive divine Art existed to frantically attack the Witch and Grim.

Every single one of his attacks was so earth-shatteringly sharp and powerful.

An astonishingly powerful and terrifying divine Art of Attack poured out from the Wisdom Sacred Book in an unceasing stream, pouring a thousand-meter radius under a terrifying divine radiance. The Wraiths and Grim who were being swept east and west by the divine light and could barely hold their own were dodging while gritting their teeth and returning the color.

Gray instant-death spells, black negative curses, pale bone spears or skeletal arrows, plus Grim's stormy flame shockwave... all the attacks were rattling each other, clashing with each other, annihilating each other, churning the entire battlefield into a terrifying dead zone that was hard for outsiders to stand on.

The Holly Witch and Mangus siblings who came from the rear stopped in unison a thousand meters away, looking at the terrifying battlefield in front of them that seemed like hell on earth, the shock and horror within them could no longer be completely concealed.

Through the battles along the way, they naturally already knew about Grim's power.

However, when Grim let go of his mind and fought with all his might, they were still surprised.

They were vaguely aware of Grim's power, but they didn't know that he had become so powerful that he could be on par with the Wraith and the Son of God!

Not to mention, this Wraith Kangonas alone, although he was only a 4th rank intermediate, with that Wraith body that was immune to most of the low and middle rank spells, he was enough to rival the vast majority of 4th rank strongmen. The same was true for that God Son Mitzel, who, with the existence of the Wisdom Sacrament, could not lose a single point even when fighting against some advanced 4th rank powerhouses.

However, even such a powerful 4th ranked Godchild was forced to a moment of life and death crisis by the Wraith and Grim together.

This also made the two of them no longer able to rise up to the idea of hostility or obstruction with Grim!

The terrifying noise caused by the three men in the fierce battle naturally attracted many predators with ulterior motives, but when they saw that Witch Demon Kangonas within the battle circle, they naturally dispelled the idea of 'black eating black' and retreated away again.

The name of Mitsel might be nothing, and Grim was even more of a nobody, but the Witch Demon Kangonas was the number one fighter in the Witch Demon Alliance organization, and his individual strength was also terrifyingly strong.

In order to avoid causing unnecessary trouble, those who were not strong enough or could not afford to provoke the Witch Alliance could only abandon the battlefield and look for an advantage elsewhere.

On the Floating Sky City that was slanting down, there were as many as seven or eight battlefields like this.

So they weren't worried about finding suitable prey!

"The Floating City is coming down!"

It wasn't known which guy had suddenly shouted out, which made the many wildly fighting otherworldly predators realize that the battlefield environment was not right.

However, they had been fighting with each other up to this moment, and it was already a critical juncture in which they could easily distinguish between life and death. Even if the Floating Sky City beneath them was to fall apart, they would fight to the last moment.

The glow of the divine Art outside of God Son Mizer's body had long since dimmed, but he still attacked the two enemies with vigor, and waited silently for that point in time to arrive.

In the midst of his thousands of calls and waits, the Floating Sky City finally fell above the Plains of Ten Thousand Flowers....