Chapter 116: Danger, counterattack! (2/2)
A green beam of light fell on Moss.
Many dozens of green vines thick as an arm appeared seemingly out of thin air and twined around Moss. Moss had jumped in the air only moments ago, but now the vines forcibly pulled him back on the ground.
These vines constricted rapidly. Not only they bound Moss’ hands and feet, two vines even bound his neck and tightened nonstop, to the point he couldn’t even breathe. His stone-like face started to turn purple!
Makkany no longer spared any glance for Moss. Moss was already a dead man for him.
He continued his slow walk in Ciaran’s direction.
The earth in front of him spread apart like water. A faintly magenta vine rose from the ground like a strange giant earthworm, quickly boring its way towards Ciaran.
“Any last words before you die?” Makkany asked with a faint satisfied smile, looking at Ciaran.
“You think that you can ensure victory just like that?”
Ciaran laughed grimly just at this moment.
Makkany suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of danger.
At the periphery of his vision, he saw a small blue rope tied around Ciaran’s right wrist. This small blue rope strangely attracted part of his attention, then he immediately saw that inside Ciaran’s sleeve, what this small blue rope was tied to looked to be like a very small wine cup.
In this split instant, Ciaran suddenly spat out crimson air from her mouth.
“Elemental Erosion! You actually learned this arcane skill!”
Makkany’s proud and complacent face instantly turned deathly white. Under the shock, even the hair on his whole body stood erect.
As if his body weren’t under his control anymore, arcane particles poured out from the bottom of his feet like torrents, without holding anything back. They transformed into yellow waves of dust and earth, and pushed him flying backward at a speed he could never reach in ordinary times.
When faced with the threat of imminent death, everyone would break out with their entire potential.
At the same time, Ciaran suddenly raised her hands that had always been hanging down until then, suddenly lifting both her palms.
“What!”
She hadn’t unleashed the terrifying arcane skill Makkany’s intuition had screamed at him. After losing momentum, the crimson breath dissipated into incomparably chaotic gusts of wind in front of Ciaran, blowing up her short hair and her red scarf.
And at the same moment, a black light flew out from under Makkany at a speed difficult to imagine.
“Puff!”
A deep wound slashed deep from Makkany’s belly all the way to his chin. Fresh blood gushed out from the wound.
“How did it turn out like this!”
At this instant, a hair away from being cut in two, Makkany didn’t even feel pain. He was brimming with a tremendous chill, a tremendous dread.
Ciaran looked at Makkany flying backward, blood gushing out of him. She said frostily, “You keep talking about the Holy Dawn Evil Six, did you actually forget my nickname from back then? Even if I can’t use finger skills, I’m not someone who’d be killed by an arcane master of your level.”
Then she slowly stood up.
“Ambush Specialist Ciaran!
“Although she learned a taboo skill like Elemental Erosion, she only used it to give me a lethal threat. The real attack was instead the ‘Hell Sword’ trap she arranged beforehand!
“She already laid out the trap and had been waiting until now for a moment like this to launch it, until my state of mind is wholly intimidated by Elemental Erosion, until I use my whole strength to retreat and can’t do anything else!”
Makkany started to tremble violently. Recalling Ciaran’s nickname from former days, he immediately realized he made a huge mistake, a mistake he was going to pay with his life!
“You can actually ambush even at a time like this!”
“Let us die together then!”
Makkany fell into his final insanity. The moment he fell on the ground, the moment his feet touched the ground, he squeezed out every last arcane particle out of his hands. Beam after beam of arcane particles, as if lit on fire, stretched out several meters in the air.
“Hatred – Final Combustion!”
One after another, scarlet vines drilled out from the ground around Ciaran, instantly radiating startling heat, becoming strip after strip of terrifying flames quickly gathering together.
“At the very least, they’re going to survive.”
Such a thought appeared in Ciaran’s mind at this moment.
She wasn’t entirely certain she could block Makkany’s final crazed attack.
“Holy Body Ignition!”
“Fire Embers!”
But just at this instant, she heard a fierce roar.
Surprised, astounded, she turned her head around. At this most critical juncture, she couldn’t help but faintly freeze.
She saw Ayrin who’d been “passed out dead” until now jump up with an explosiveness hard to imagine and flash in front of her.
Countless arcane particles fluttered around Ayrin, becoming flames dancing madly in the wind like autumn leaves. Embers appeared in the air, the aftermath of combustion.
Those weren’t utterly cleansing snow-white embers like those Donna invoked, merely black embers. Yet, it was enough to make Ciaran happy at this moment. She relaxed all of a sudden.
“So it turns out he was also faking it all along and was waiting for the opportunity to strike back.”
“Only, we rushed here from Holy Dawn Academy, and he didn’t have all that many opportunities to practice on the way, but against all odds, he directly grasped Fire Embers and put it to use…”