Chapter 1616 - A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

Create Chapter Chapter 1616: 445 Power of the Phase and Star Realm Fish Head_2 The bamboo stick swung in advance effortlessly tore through the Patrol’s thigh-thick Armor. To onlookers, the scene seemed somewhat inexplicable. It was as if Tyraste swiped at the air, and Patrol Wuken involuntarily came up to fake an injury! Obviously, this round of combat was hugely profitable for Tyraste. But see, his attacks on Wuken’s thigh and groin Armor were orderly, each sword leaving wounds that were bone-deep! One must understand. Patrol Wuken, in essence, was nothing more than the vengeful spirits of the Trolls, a number one combatant, and the visible wounds were often trauma to his spirit body! This kind of damage was irreversible. Soon. Matthew noticed the Bamboo Leaf Mark on Wuken’s head was rapidly diminishing. From the initial forty-one leaves, it had changed to thirty-nine, then in a blink to thirty-six, followed by thirty-five, thirty-four… The scene struck observers with a shock that transcended the visual realm. Every sword Tyraste swung brought Wuken a step closer to his downfall. Compared to Tyraste’s attack, which was ridiculously slow. Wuken’s counter attack seemed somewhat helplessly furious. He launched a powerful Gravity Field only to find that his usually unbeatable gravity vortex had no effect on Tyraste! He also tried to predict the Elf Elder’s next position, only to be made a fool of, naturally. In a fit of rage, he initiated an attack with an extraordinarily wide range, only to find that Tyraste’s seemingly slow movements even allowed him to casually dodge area attacks— “He can accurately predict every spot where area attacks will land!” “Unless it’s a simultaneous attack across the entire range at once, it’s impossible to harm him. And even if you can execute a fully synchronized area strike, it’s not guaranteed to succeed…” Matthew’s mind was filled with amazement. This was the first non-spellcaster to cause him such a deep shock. As an outsider, he simply couldn’t understand how Tyraste managed it. He looked so slow in his movements… “No!” “Tyraste is not slow!” “It’s Wuken and Urmas who are too fast!” Matthew suddenly had an epiphany. Indeed, compared to their size, the speeds at which these two Super Limit Strong People had shown were unbelievably fast. If Matthew were to take Tyraste’s place, he might only have a chance to dodge the lightning-fast attacks of the two powerhouses by frantically casting Blink! “The portal simply is too slow, opening it is asking for death.” “At most fifteen seconds, and I would have to use Undead Substitute. An undead body couldn’t avoid the damage…” “Let alone the Blood Angel’s sword, just Wuken’s Gravity Field alone is enough to instantly kill most people!” “Even a regular legendary couldn’t last three rounds!” As his understanding of the situation grew clearer, Matthew felt increasingly shocked. This feeling was different from watching a Heavenly Mage casting spells. However powerful the spells, he understood the principles behind them, and while he might admire and lament them, they did not shock him like this. Only when someone outside the ranks of spellcasters stood at the pinnacle of power could they unleash such might that made Matthew’s heart surge with emotion! Boom! In the center of the market district. Building after building collapsed, and clouds of dust rose into the sky. The two Super Limit Strong People had changed their strategy, now besieging Tyraste from two directions. They were gradually eating away at Tyraste’s space to move, trying to reclaim the initiative in battle. This tactic was indeed effective. Tyraste, now restrained from two directions and with the enemy no longer recklessly advancing but instead opting for a strategy that was part defensive and part compressing his space, started to appear somewhat cramped in his movements. More and more buildings were leveled. Black holes of force fields appeared in both the earth and the sky. The space for the Elf Elder to maneuver was shrinking. But he himself didn’t seem to be in a hurry at all. He continued to walk leisurely, occasionally striking with his sword. The Bamboo Leaf Marks on the heads of Wuken and Urmas were still decreasing, just several times slower than before! And so, the trembling continued for another seven or eight minutes. Seeing the moment was ripe, both powerhouses deployed their long-planned powerful moves. The Blood Angel raised his sword high and then stabbed it forcefully upwards. In an instant. The sky seemed to be pierced by the sword. A vast amount of dark purple lightning coiled around the sword, and a loud Holy Song emanated from the clouds. The lightning, as if from heaven, surged down the sword, turning into an unceasing river of thunder and electricity. “Elf, you have successfully roused my anger… And my appetite!” “Come, let me see if, after a thousand years, there is still anyone who can withstand my move—” “Heavenly Split Slash!” In a flash. The purple lightning locked onto the space below. And just as the lightning was about to strike, Matthew, who was just preparing to flee, was whipped up by The Beholder Sword Saint’s tentacle. In the blink of an eye. He emerged atop a tall tower three miles away! “These people are indeed irresponsible, with not the slightest restraint on the spillover of energy…” The Beholder Sword Saint said, filled with dissatisfaction. Matthew looked up. Most of the market district’s sky was covered in purple lightning. He couldn’t even locate Tyraste for a moment! Meanwhile. Another terrifying power was also brewing like a storm, and it was accumulating rapidly! Compared to the Blood Angel Urmas, Patrol Wuken’s actions were much more discreet; hundreds of hand-like phantoms appeared behind him.