The Legendary Mage (Alavin) novel Chapter 369

“Commander Jarad! I've longed to witness your secret art, Blood Elf. Engage in battle, Earth Fury Fist!" Lord Viperbane charged with swift ferocity, soaring through the air like a tempest, twisting and turning as he descended from the heavens. His energy fists were aimed violently at Jarad's head. The energy fists thundered with a force that seemed to crush the very air, emanating boundless power and magnifying fiercely in Jarad's sight.

Jarad's pupils narrowed into vertical slits, radiating malevolent energy. In an instant, he unleashed twin beams of blood-red light, and with a crack, the earth and skies trembled as if shattered by the sound. The blood-red beams, swift as lightning, struck Lord Viperbane's energy fists, and a deafening roar erupted, like a giant axe cleaving a mountain or a vast ocean crashing against cliffs. Incredible energy swept out from the point of impact, engulfing everything in its wake.

Lord Viperbane's assault was forcefully halted as his body was flying wildly. However, he forcefully regained control mid-air, rapidly spun and unleashed a flurry of energy fists, raining down like meteorites to overwhelm Jarad.

Jarad, his hair wild, his aura blood-red and towering, showed no fear of the energy fists. With a fierce cry, a flood of blood energy collapsed from the clouds like a deluge breaking free from a dam, engulfing and raging forth. Amidst the crimson tide, a multitude of blood energy formed into ferocious beasts that roared hoarsely and charged relentlessly at Lord Viperbane.

The scene was vast and intensely fierce.

"Ha-ha, the same moves will not defeat me! Celestial Quadrant Mantra!" Lord Viperbane, like a warrior possessed, burst forth with intense battle energy that boiled over like surging waves. The energy formed into titanic figures that towered to the skies, withstanding the crashing tide of blood energy with indomitable strength. The clash was tremendous, like a duel between gods, stirring the magic of the wilderness into an uproar.

Lord Viperbane charged once more at Jarad. Fearless and unstoppable, he unleashed his full power, no longer daring to underestimate his opponent,

The Five Lords of the Northlands were not to be restrained by the Eight Orders alliance merely through reputation, but through raw strength.

The Grand Elder spat forth a dark iron cudgel, which tumbled through the air and quickly restored to two meters in length. He grasped the cudgel tightly, its black surface swirled with dark energy and was scarred with countless marks of battle, only highlighting its illustrious wartime feats. "We need not have come to this today. You forced my hand."

"Stop making excuses," Commander Kashann said as he launched the first strike. His eight expansive tidal waves danced in the sky like robust whips, viciously lashing out at the Grand Elder. “A final reminder, the treasures of the world go to those destined to have them. The Kings' Acceptance is not yours; even your life cannot claim it."