Neasilis and his companions were startled by the successive roars coming from behind. How did the Mollen family get here? Do they also seek to claim the Kings' Acceptance?
Neasilis turned to keep a watchful eye on the enigmatic youth, but he was gone... vanished without a trace as if he had never been there at all.
"What sorcery is this?" Neasilis shivered inwardly, and the others were no less frightened.
"Retreat! We deal with the Mollen family first. A mere merchants' guild couldn’t defy us,” Lord Viperbane and the other champions hastily withdrew, charging toward the distant battlefield to confront the Mollen family's forces.
In the high-altitude arena of the combat, Jarad unleashed his formidable power, relentlessly thrashing Lord Viperbane with a storm of fists, driving him into Cloudveil Woods. Over five thousand meters, they fought, the sound of cracking bones echoing through the sky. From afar, onlookers gasped at the display. Jarad was ferociously strong. No matter how much Lord Viperbane resisted, he couldn't break free, continuously spitting blood and being forced to retreat.
The Grand Elder vanquished Commander Kashann's tenacious assaults time and again, closing in on him and shattering all dazzling lights. His dark iron cudgel struck thrice upon the Commander's chest. “You're beyond saving. Cease your futile struggle."
Commander Kashann's chest bone shattered. He spat blood profusely and was violently knocked back hundreds of meters, retreating above the ancient city's skies.
The Grand Elder, clutching his dark iron cudgel, advanced with imposing might, letting out a long cry, and twirling in mid-air. The cudgel, burning with fierce black flames, struck like an angry dragon's tail, aiming a vicious blow at Commander Kashann's head. "You serve no purpose anymore. It’s time for you to die."
"Traitor! Even in death, I'll drag you down with me! For the honor of the Organization!" Commander Kashann coughed up blood, summoning his last strength to form eight barriers of light in front of him. However, he was too weak, and his battered body was barely able to maintain any defenses. Accompanied by the sound of shattering, the dark iron cudgel smashed through all protective barriers, heading straight for Commander Kashann's face.
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