Chapter 297: Charge, Brave Warriors! (2/2)

Bluish white particles gathered between his hands, forming a square metal shield which was enough to cover his entire body. It was a Materialization.

Bang!

Ayrin’s shadow ball crashed into the thick shield. It failed to penetrate through the shield, but the following explosion was enough to send the Evil Dragon Follower tumbling backwards, a loud cracking sound ringing out from both of their arms.

“A necromantic skill?”

“Interesting!”

The other Evil Dragon Follower, the balding middle aged man, mumbled to himself as he watched. But then, his pupils contracted as he watched Rinloran abruptly disappear from behind Ayrin.

“So fast!” he gasped.

Rinloran’s speed had surpassed his eyes’ limit! It was clear that Rinloran was moving towards him as faint blue spots of light emerged on the ground between him and Ayrin. But there were too many of them. How could he tell where Rinloran’s body truly was?

“Behind?!” he suddenly cried out.

The spots of light continued to dance on the ground before him, yet a sensation of coldness had begun to crawl across his back.

A sinister killing intent emerged within his pupils.

“Pit of Snakes: Devour!”

Lights of varying colors flashed all around him, forming countless toxic snakes.

Psssh!

A streak of blood abruptly spurt out from his left abdomen.

At the same time, the countless snakes all spat out colorful clouds of poison, revealing the outline of a human figure into which the snakes immediately sunk their fangs.

A smug look flashed through the middle aged Evil Dragon Follower’s eyes as he slightly turned his body right as Rinloran moved in that direction.

Rinloran’s body was covered with a dozen or so small wounds. Black toxins flowed out from them as his skin gradually became mottled.

“Hah, did you think that you could beat me purely with your speed? It’s a shame that your attack was too weak. Now you will lose your life,” the middle aged Evil Dragon Follower disdainfully sneered as he examined Rinloran’s mottled appearance.

But then, a look of shock emerged on his face.

As Rinloran coldly glared at the Evil Dragon Follower, numerous particles of starlight began to glow atop his body.

A pure and holy arcane energy emerged within the atmosphere, causing the wind to sing like a fairy of the forest.

Rinloran’s skin abruptly returned to normal, as if he hadn’t been poisoned to begin with.

“Gaia’s Blessing?!”

The middle aged Evil Dragon Follower subconsciously looked down towards the sword wound on his left abdomen.

His body trembled as he saw that the wound was cross shaped like a mark. A faint glow emanated from the wound like fading moonlight.

Whoosh!

Rinloran’s figure disappeared once more.

“Ah!”

The middle aged Evil Dragon Follower let out a miserable scream as arcane particles violently spewed forth from his palms, forming countless green chains which began to revolve around him.

But this time, Rinloran was even faster than before. He couldn’t even see the spots of faint blue light left behind by Rinloran’s movement anymore.

“So strong!”

“After using the Lunar Spring Essence and completing stimulating his bloodline’s potential, he has become so much stronger! The healing effect of his Gaia’s Blessing skill is so much more potent. And that was Cross Calibration… then now, he should be following up with Moonlight Erosion to deal the fatal blow!”

Seeing the scene unfolding before his eyes, Ayrin felt more confident in Rinloran than ever before.

He immediately turned his gaze back towards the short and fat Evil Dragon Follower. Their hands were trembling uncontrollably.

“Careful!”

This Evil Dragon Follower had been shocked into a daze by Ayrin’s prowess. But the sudden warning coming from the pale, snake eyed Evil Dragon Follower behind him caused him to suddenly regain his senses.

“What?!”

The short and fat Evil Dragon Follower’s glazed over as he turned his head and looked.

There was a large thicket of vegetation sneaking up on him?!

“Geez Ayrin, you really are strange. To think you stole the defensive role from me! Do you like getting hit that much?!” Stingham’s melancholy voice rang out from within the thicket.