385 Chapter 385 - Crossing the Wall of Flames (1/2)

”Let's evade it before we discuss this further!” Drifting cried out as everyone stepped into the firestorm before them once more. The Blazing Tree of a Thousand Infernos slowly but surely depleted everybody's HP, but they had no choice but to bear it.

Seeing Flame Singed Clothes hide behind Southern Lone Blade's shield as he continued to display his prowess, War Without Wounds could only grit his teeth and bottle up his anger inside him.

”Drifting, Cast your own spells to match his! Let's see who dies first!” War Without Wounds spat acidly.

”No way!” Drifting and Royal God Call both cried out at the same time. Royal God Call once more revealed an expression as if he had just swallowed poison, allowing Drifting to explain to War Without Wounds, ”That guy's cooldowns are reduced to the point where its unreasonably short. I reckon in the time I can cast two spells, he would be able to toss out five in response. Who do you think will die first?”

”F*ck, does that mean we are doomed to die like this? Should we call for help? Miles, perhaps?” War Without Wounds grumbled.

”It would only take a single Blink to get over to them had Miles been with us…” Brother Assist said. These experts were usually rather irate with how Gu Fei's indomitability would often relegate them to a lesser role, but now that they were at such a critical juncture, each and every one of them missed him terribly.

”I'm afraid that guy won't be able to make it here in time unless he falls down from the heaven right now!” the others yelled, even as they once more escaped from the sea of flames and back into the dead end.

”Don't just stand there, toss a spell over!” The experts felt disgruntled when they saw Flame Singed Clothes recast his Blazing Tree of a Thousand Infernos arrogantly upon the exact same spot the moment the previous one was about to extinguish. Drifting acquiesced to the request of the crowd, raising his magic staff to toss out a Blazing Tree of a Thousand Inferno of his own. In the end, the enemy had already retreated back after finishing casting their spell, easily escaping to an area where Drifting was unable to reach them with his spells.

They were all speechless. This was the difference between the terrain either side had to work with! The enemy had an escape, while they had nothing.

”Got it! Use your spell the next time he steps up. There's no way he can defend against flames that rise from the ground right, wouldn't you then be able to interrupt his spellcasting in this manner?” War Without Wounds looked to be as elated, as if he had just discovered the new world.

Drifting and Royal God Call stared at him together, but because Royal God Call was more familiar with him, he brazenly glared at Wounds as if he were looking at an idiot.

”Don't blindly hazard a guess if you don't know anything. When it comes to a battle between two experienced Mages, unless they are using instant cast spells, there's no way they would be able to create a situation where they could interrupt the other's spell. You can go and mull over the reason for this by yourself!” Royal God Call chided him.

With that, he added, ”Man. Mile's Lightning spells would be able to interrupt the enemy's casting if he was here. It's such a pity we got this useless trash with us instead!”

”Are we unable to survive this without Miles with us?” War Without Wounds was in tears as he spoke.

”Watch what I can do!” Royal God Call triumphantly boasted. At this moment, the enemy's four-man squad was now back to their original position. Flame Singed Clothes raised his staff and got ready to toss out a Descending Wheel of Flame yet again when Royal God Call roared, firing off an arrow with his arched bow, landing a hit right onto Southern Lone Blade's shield. Flame Singed Clothes had finished his incantation, so the sky glowed fiery red once more as the seven men ran back towards the sea of flames with their hands covering their heads.

”Watch your d*mn head!” War Without Wounds berated Royal God Call. He originally thought that arrow of his was going to turn the tables, yet nothing changed.

”What do you know!” Royal God Call replied.

After suffering the usual damage they took from standing in that sea of flames, everybody retreated back to their original position. Right at the moment that Blazing Tree of a Thousand Infernos was about to die out, Royal God Call once more drew his bowstring back and sent another arrow flying out.

”Just what does that rascal think he's doing!” Even though there was a wall of fire and a sea of flames between the two teams, Southern Lone Blade and the others could still clearly see the action they were taking, so if Royal God Call knew there was be a Warrior holding a shield blocking the attack, what was the point of him taking potshots like this for? Was he trying to use this method to slowly shave his HP down?

Southern Lone Blade could not help but chuckle to himself mirthlessly. Even though Royal God Call's ranged attack was far more fearsome than the average Archer, he felt that Royal God Call's attempts at reducing his HP would only result in those seven men dying before he did.

He continued to block with his shield as he thought about this, not feeling at all surprised when he heard the resounding thunk of each arrow meeting his shield. But suddenly, he felt a sensation that he had never felt before travel through his shield. It was an attack that seemed to possess a sort of continuous force to it, nothing huge, yet it felt extremely swift. Before Southern Lone Blade could react to what could have caused this, he felt that force penetrate through his shield, even going so far as to pass through his body, as well!

”Am I about to die?” Southern Lone Blade felt his heart lurch in that moment, but a quick glance at his HP saw that it had only lowered insignificantly, dealing the same amount of damage a basic attack would. Just as he calmed himself, he promptly heard a cry from behind him, ”F*ck me!”

”How did he shoot me?” Flame Singed Clothes lowered his head and stared at his chest. There was no arrow stuck to him, yet he had felt a force pass through him. The damage was slight, yet it had managed to interrupt his spellcasting!

Royal God Call knew he had succeeded the moment the Blazing Tree of a Thousand Inferno had ended, yet the new spell had yet to be unleashed. He turned round to raise a V sign to the other experts with him, ”Oh yeah! Piercing Attack!”

Royal God Call's third bow, Point of Ephemera, had a 10% chance to Pierce, and had procced for this shot.