Chapter 362 Interrupted

Chapter 362 Interrupted

At that close proximity, even Atticus wasn't sure of coming out of that attack unscathed.

And this was even more so as he couldn't use the space element to block an attack as intense as that.

Atticus swept his gaze around the hallway, observing the devastation that was currently unfolding.

The intense explosion that had just happened was still ongoing, the scorching red wave of fire spreading out through the hall on both sides.

"Hm?" Atticus muttered, his right hand gravitating towards his forehead. As soon as his hand touched it, Atticus couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in slight shock as he felt a slight amount of sweat marring his forehead.

'I'm sweating?' Atticus's shock was completely justifiable.

He himself knew how crazy his tolerance to fire and the other elements was. It would require an intense amount of heat, enough to turn thousands to cinders just to make Atticus sweat.

But now, just the crazy temperature of the attack that had already left his spot was enough to make him sweat?

Atticus was confident that Seraphin couldn't radiate nearly enough heat to increase the surrounding temperature enough to make him sweat.

'That artifact truly is powerful,' Atticus thought, his thoughts shifting to the armor Seraphin had worn.

Atticus forced himself out of his reverie. The situation wasn't over yet.

Atticus gazed at the hallway. The explosion had already died down but his vision was still obscured by the thick amounts of smoke covering the hallway.

With a simple focus, an intense amount of wind materialized around Atticus's form, sweeping outwards and clearing out the smoke in the hallway.

As soon as the smoke cleared, Atticus's penetrating gaze instantly landed on Seraphin's pathetic form.

Atticus slowly raised his right arm, tendrils of lightning crackling around it.

He had always made sure to be absolutely thorough anytime he wanted to nip the bud.

The point was to make sure that Seraphin wouldn't be a bother in the future again, and there was only one way to do that: break him.

The tendrils coalesced in his hand, and he deliberately stretched out his hand to touch Seraphin's stationary form.

Seraphin's eyes widened as he instinctively closed his eyes, bracing himself for the impending pain.

Just as Atticus's hand was about to touch Seraphin, Atticus's gaze immediately narrowed as the air suddenly distorted around Seraphin's form, effortlessly blocking Atticus's hand from advancing forward.

Just as Atticus was about to turn his gaze, he suddenly felt the temperature in the air increase to staggering levels, much higher than what Seraphin could personally achieve.

With the swiftness of lightning, Atticus promptly activated his lightning bloodline with mana, propelling his form backward several meters in an instant.

And in the next instance, a fiery figure descended to the ground between Atticus's previous position and Seraphin, akin to the impact of a meteor, unleashing a torrent of blistering golden flames in all directions.

Atticus's figure materialized a few meters away from his previous location, his narrowed eyes fixated on the newcomer or rather, 'There are two of them,' Atticus noted.

'Did they just get out of the elevator?' His thoughts raced. Atticus thought it was weird that he didn't notice both of them until they attacked.

He had long since known that the academy walls were made of special materials. Regardless of how much he tried, he hadn't been able to sense anything through these walls. And the elevator was made with the same materials.

And the elevator was constructed from identical materials.

"This altercation ends now!"

A resounding, thunderous voice erupted, its authority reverberating through the hallway like a divine proclamation.