Chapter 155 Space Descent

Nevertheless, the prince wasn't a nobody, he moved like an abnormal being. His Efsa, Drepa and sharp teeth fought back the three blades, he sometimes used the Gleipnit to cause the long-range attacks.

With each passing second, their space grew, and a giant gap of 50 meters appeared between them.

But their attacks were nonstop, Carlo's three whip-like blades lashed at its opponent and Ezra Zephyr used the invisible chain and handled Efsa and Drepa as whips.

After countless collisions in the mid-air, soon the winning side came into sight. It was the side of the upper realm invader, he used one hand to fight and another hand that held the shield to defend.

~AWWOOOOOO~

The werewolf prince howled, as his mouth opened, the wind started to flatter and black bolts thundered, a shiny ball started to emerge.

"Glittering Wind and Light"

The prince used the Gamma layer skill that he knew, the power of that ball was now tripled, and the original 1-foot ball evolved into a 3 feet ball.

Like a spit, he spat the Glittering Wind and Light at the man in blue armour.

The latter teleported and reached a branch of a thick tree, he spread his hands and said.

"Gamma layer skill, Space Descent"

The spiritual energy around Carlo Aur started to deluge at a frightening speed.

The face of Ezra Zephyr changed, he could feel the danger that was coming.

Greyish energy became like a cloud of smoke and scattered everywhere, the spiritual energy of Carlo even reached the feet of Ezra Zephyr but he quickly jumped away.

As soon as he was about to land on a tree branch, the tree vanished.

The red werewolf was bewildered, he looked below and his eyes almost popped out, the entire land beneath his feet was gone.

Around 200 square meters in width and 70 meters in the depth of a land vanished into thin air, Ezra who was in the very middle fell hopelessly.

He tried to use gleipnit but he failed. Soon, the red werewolf fell into the big pit and right when he was about to reach the bottom, he something unbelievable.

The land that was missing suddenly came into mid-air and was falling into its original position at devastating speed.

Out of 100 times, Ezra Zephyr's probability to survive this attack was 0.

Such a huge chunk of land, who would dare to block it, push it back and move out at the same time?

It seemed that the fate of the werewolf was decided.

~DDHHAAAAAAANNNNNNNNG~

The land fell in its position, the entire forest was vibrating from the shock. Carlo could feel that the fluctuations from beneath the land disappeared.

He knew that his opponent is no more alive, and just when he said that, he felt dizzy.

"I used too much spiritual energy." He said to himself.

His legs shook a bit but he contained his composure, he looked into the sky for the mysterious voice but nothing came. That only indicated that Ezra was still alive or someone else who needs to be killed.

He turned to look at the black prison covered with his greyish aura, and an exhausting smile appeared on his face.

"Now, time to think of a way to defeat this savage undead." He said to himself.

He stepped forward, slowly taking his precious time to breathe, but with each breath, it became louder and louder.

He came close and waved his hand, the prison began to wither.

Carlo clenched his sword and was ready to hear the loud angry growl and just as he thought, a loud cry appeared.

~AWWOOOOOOO~

Carlo smiled for mili-second but soon it disappeared, that was not the growl of a bear but the howl of the werewolf.

His heart sank in despair and from the greyish qi, two shiny objects were shot.

The blue-armoured youth flinched and lurched his hands to knock away the weapons and he was successful in blocking Efsa and Drepa.

However, at that time something unexpected was happening in front of Carlo.

Ezra Zephyr was in a martial art stance, his both feet were synced while his right hand was stretched backwards as if he was loading an ultimate power.

Ezra Zephyr's eyes shone in red as if it was itching for killing.

"Art of Survival: Palm of Holiness"

Ezra Zephyr said the words aloud.

"What!" The heart of Carlo Aur skipped a beat when he heard that. "This can't be happening, how could he... learn a martial art!" He asked himself in disbelief.

But before his master could answer him, Ezra triggered his arm.

~PHHRAAAA~

A voice resounded, a martial technique that tore apart the air itself to make the way.

No one could clearly see what Ezra did, they all saw his hand which was stretched behind extended forward at lightning speed.

Before a blink of an eye, little bolts of black lightning flickered on Carlo's chest.

~PHHHHAAAAAAAAA~

With a loud slapping sound that quaked the whole forest, the man in blue armour bounced hundreds of meters away, smashing all the giant trees that came in his way.

After crumbling a lot of timber, the body of Carlo Aur stopped.

He felt as if his chest was devastated and his entire ribcage was cracked, his head was groggy.

He looked at his armour, a shallow print of werewolf palm was there along with a bit of dying black lightning.

Blood dripped out of his nose and his breathing became heavy.

"Carlo! hang in there." Said Rajah Indarapatra.

But before the exhausted Carlo could say, the reddish figure appeared in front of him once again, it was Ezra Zephyr, and he was panting as well.

"Who... *cough* taught you that?" Asked Carlo.

Ezra shook his werewolf head. "NO ONE, I MADE IT." he replied in a hoarse scary voice.

The eyes of his widened once again. "Impossible!" He uttered.

"NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE IN THIS WORLD, YOUR IGNORANCE HAS KILLED YOU." he said as he showed the neck of Carlo to his sword.