Chapter 405: Elite (2)

Chapter 405: Elite (2)



Sylas' gaze flashed. This team was too cohesive. Not only were they too good at working together, but their knowledge of this world far surpassed his own. He could already see that Aerwyna had come to understand several of his weaknesses in a single false exchange.

He had seen others negate his telekinesis before, so he knew that it was possible. Licius had done it, for example. But this was an even higher form of exactly that.

Even if everyone didn't have telekinesis, everyone had Will. Within certain parameters, and given the right circumstances, so long as they could set their own battlefield, their Will could circumvent and supersede his own.

The three shieldmen were combining their Wills and Aether to counter Sylas' telekinesis, and as though that wasn't bad enough, they had the ability to work off one another's skills, actually using what was originally a defensive skill, and turning it into an offensive one.

Sylas dashed to the side, a green glow enveloping his body. His 296 Speed felt almost like double that with his weight halved.

BOOM!

His gaze flashed as he dodged another, then another.

'The boulders are too heavy for me to use with my telekinesis...'

He just tried to move one, but they must have been at least 400 to 500 pounds each. And if he picked them up with his hands, the Scorned Wraps would destroy them.

He was forced to retreat again and again, his forward momentum having been entirely crushed.

The two archers appeared on the top of the wall next, their gazes cold as they charged up an attack each. Now that the task of pinning Sylas down was being handled by the two staff

wielders, there was no longer a need for them to do it. Instead...

They could focus on sniping.

SHUUUUU! SHUUUUU!n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Two more arrows cut to the skies, both aiming not for Sylas, but rather the locations he could dodge to in order to avoid the next barb-laden trees.

And as though all of that wasn't bad enough...

Sylas looked up, his ice-cold eyes flickering at the incredulity of it all.

The two staff wielders that stood on the wall had stopped attacking him with boulders because he had retreated too far, but that didn't mean they had stopped completely.

They held their staffs up high, their Aether surging as bits and pieces of the ice wall rose high into the skies, forming an enormous meteor of ice.

From one meter in diameter to two... and then from three to five... then from five to ten.

If dropped from that high... Sylas couldn't help but wonder if it could flatten a city.

'A city, no... but a small village like Casstle Main?'

It seemed to finally set in the kind of monsters he was dealing with. This was the strongest attack he had ever laid eyes one, and he had never seen such seamless teamwork in his life, and he realized that if he kept trying to outsmart them with on-the-fly plans, he would end up deader than dead, and he might not even be conscious of how it happened.

Sylas was forced to cast <Arctic Howl Mutant> again, dodging in the direction of one of the arrows regardless of the cost.

His fingers gripped at the air, forming a green hand that extended from his palm and caught the frozen arrow out of the air the instant his defensive skill stopped it.

With a grunt, he torqued his hips and threw it back at the wall with all the strength he could muster.

'Something is wrong,' Aerwyna felt her heart skip a beat for an inexplicable reason.

Her mind thought through several possibilities, but what she didn't expect was that Sylas would suddenly just turn and run.

BOOM!

At that moment, the arrow collided with the ice wall.