Age of Adepts

The appearance of the mysterious Fourth Grades terrified the charging elves so much that they stopped dead in their tracks.

A Fourth Grade; there was actually a Fourth Grade among their enemies?

Before they could find the answer to this question, a new problem appeared in their minds.

If a battle broke out between the two Fourth Grades while they were standing here, wouldnʼt that be dangerous!?

The previously courageous elves turned back and started running without any hesitation. Many of the elves even activated the precious consumable speed-boosting items they had on them so that they could get away faster.

It was the first time Uzzah had experienced such ferocious and immense magical energy surging around her. Her gaseous form smiled wickedly at the fleeing elves as the arrogance in her heart caused her blood to boil with excitement.

It was important to note that many of these fleeing ants were individuals of the same grade as herself! Yet now, they had no choice but to flee at the very sight of her.

This…this intense joy of grasping the lives of enemies within her hands was intoxicating!

Uzzah let out an unrestrained laugh and immediately fell silent. A chilling and cruel smile appeared on her face formed of black smoke as she extended her right hand at the escaping elves.

At that moment, the faster elves were already a kilometer away, while the slowest still had seven to eight hundred meters of distance between themselves and Uzzah. However, this distance was no obstacle in the eyes of Fourth Grade adepts!

An odd sizzling sound rang out in the air.

A massive black phantom hand suddenly appeared behind the fleeing elves and caught five of them in a single swipe.

Four of these elves were Second Grade, while one of them was Third Grade!

The elves that were usually known as top-tier powerhouses on Garan had now become sheep to the slaughter. It didnʼt matter how they struggled or resisted; they could not break free of the phantom hand or its tremendous pressure.

As the ghostly black hand clenched tight, a shocking blood mist spurted out from its palm. All the elves had been crushed into meat paste, and their bones snapped and cracked from the pressure.

Blood, limbs, and pieces of flesh rained down from the sky.

The mad Uzzah opened her ghostly right hand and revealed the unrecognizable mess of flesh.

Blood, bones, limbs, and weapons had all been forcefully crushed by her terrifying strength and squashed into one entity.

At this moment, the five elves had utterly assimilated with each other. There was no longer any distinction!

The other elves watched this tragedy unfold with wide open eyes, but only a surge of helplessness rose from the depths of their hearts.

Low-grade creatures could not fend off a Fourth Grade powerhouse that stood at the very peak of the plane. Even the Third Grade elves could only flee helplessly.

The difference between the strong and the weak, and the living and the dead, was simply this large. It was so vast that it was difficult to compensate for the difference with numbers or technique!

”This is not your power!” Even though the Fourth Grade Sword Saint had just witnessed a terrifying scene occur before him, he had managed to see the truth because of it, ”You borrowed this power.”

The towering Uzzah made of black smoke let out a wild laugh.

”I couldnʼt fool you in the end, but so what if you saw through my power? The power of a Fourth Grade is still the power of a Fourth Grade, even if it is a borrowed power!”

As Uzzah cackled wildly, she waved the staff in her left hand, and thousands of dark spears manifested in the air before firing toward the Fourth Grade Storm Saint. Meanwhile, she unclenched her right fist and controlled the giant ghost hand to slam toward the remaining elves.

All those elves were a kilometer away from her by now. Sadly, when the ghost hand descended their usually light and agile bodies became incomparably burdened and heavy. Their movements were as slow as statues carved from mud, rendering them only capable of crawling forward with comically slow movements.

All the elves lifted their heads in terror and looked at the terrifying ghost hand that had enveloped the entire sky.

Despair and fear filled their faces. Unfortunately for them, they couldnʼt even complete such a simple act of changing expressions.

Yet, at this moment of life and death, a blinding gold light that transcended time and space erupted at the center of the ghost hand, instantly slicing it into five distinct pieces.