Chapter 472 472. TOO STRONG

The sky trembled as two figures engaged in a violent brawl, traveling at terrible speeds. The collusion of the fists of these individuals had enough power to make cities suffer. Simply their mere punches!

The person in this said brawl of untold consequences was the man who had been leading the emissaries of the guild council, and his opponent was the man sent by the elves.

"You're strong," the black-clothed expert commented as he threw punches many times the speed of sound. His opponent clothed in silver attire blocked it with expert arm movements, but all that force needed to go somewhere.

Waves of pure power generated by those existences barreled out into the world. Thankfully they were already far from the point of the ambush, meaning only the sky suffered it. They were too weak to properly affect it, however.

Nevertheless, the resultant sound of their attacks swept the miles surrounding them. Chaos erupted in the forests filled with powerful beasts, as two beings far more powerful than them, were headed their way.

The tier 5 guild council man, remained silent. Truth be told he felt highly disappointed in himself. He had let the group he led be wiped out. He truly deserved death. Notwithstanding, he would take that man with him if it was the last thing he did.

The leader of the ambush snarled at that silence and delivered a kick to his opponent's arm. The attack sent the expert shooting across regions of the sky spanning miles in length.

The guild council member stopped himself with ease, however. He had not sustained any injuries during the flurries of blows his opponent threw.

He knew that wouldn't be the case if things drew out for a long period, yet he couldn't call upon his full power or didn't want to yet. His bond would suffer it. He didn't want her to die. But he had to make sacrifices.

She had been in a fight with a woman utilizing silver sparks. While the second woman decimated the group with her flames. She was violent, her chuckles made him feel sick.

With deep coldness and fury welling up in his heart, the expert called upon the power he shared with his bond.

She would be weak only for about half a minute, but that was already too much time. He could only hope she remained in one piece until he came to get her.

"Tell me. Why?" The expert spoke as a wave of power flowed between the connection he shared whilst he called upon his personal power.

A heavy aura unfolded in the world at that event. The air seemed to grow stale and the regions touched by his consciousness saw huge cracks opening in their terrain.

His aura was so dense it felt touchable. His opponent took note of the event and called upon his power, ignoring the question thrown at him. Crimson tornados formed, generating a powerful pulling force on the environment.

Chunks of the ground below them flew into those constructs and were instantly ground to nothingness.

"No response. I see. Then I'll simply take it from your mind," the guild council member roared, before disappearing from his position high in the sky.

Alerted, the black-clothed man reevaluated the strength of his opponent and his expression went dark. The cold smile he had on before vanished as he now believed he could die there.

How would allow that when he wanted to be part of the event the elves were planning? He forcefully summoned his associates even if they were at different points in the battlefield.

Before they arrived, however, the very air around him turned into a huge river that caught him and his tornados in its violent currents. His constructs dispersed at that event.

Sharp pain reached the man's mind barely a second after that point.

Shock.

Merely instants into the real fight and he had lost his right arm.

Primal fear erupted in the expert's head while his figure continued to be carried by that oppressive brown liquid. His red wind tried to form but it disappeared before it could become anything dangerous.

A portion of the now whirlpool-like structure suddenly went void and a figure flew through it to land on the man's chest.

The shiny surface of a sword gleamed In his eyes, and he swore he would die.

Unfortunately, luck wasn't on the side of the guild council expert.

Two arms arrived in the path of his swords and purple flames erupted in his face destroying his whirlpool and making him fly away from his opponent.

Stopping himself after traveling a few kilometers, the man noticed his burnt attire. Even with the purple flames, he had remained unhurt. The combined power of his bond and his power produced spectacular results.

Thankfully he could still sense her presence. She was weak but alive. That was all he needed to keep moving.

Due to the burnt attire, the shining symbols flowing up and down the man's body were out in the open.

They shone with an oppressive yellow light. And now that he would need to battle more than one expert. He figured he would not hold back.

His brown hair saw precisely half of its mass turning purple. His black eyes saw their color changing until his eyes shone with a bright, almost blinding purple light.

His arms saw purple feathers growing scantly on their surfaces. His face remained the same but his skin turned darker, while the symbols flowed to his face too. Their radiance was more dominant now, making his figure shine in the sky.

He was too bright to miss.

Right after the completion of his transformation, the expert felt his instincts react to a movement that had not even happened yet.

He sprinted forward with horrendous speed. The sky didn't tremble until he was long gone from that region.

His motion created a streak of light, but he toned down the light since they wasted mana.

With his destination already in sight, the expert unleashed an enormous jet of brown liquid.

He had not been precise with his discharge, but he never aimed at precision, to begin with.

The three figures who were his opponent saw this and moved. They spread out in three different directions, just to escape the liquid. But the mass detonated, clouding the area with brown droplets.

Those droplets suddenly began to emit a churning sound, and the next thing; they went up in flames of diverse colors.

A spectacular light show unfolded in the night sky. Many miles saw this event happen, but what came with beauty was incredible destruction.

The flames those droplets released were capable of wiping out peak tier 4 cultivators and injuring tier 5 experts. One could imagine what they did to the environment.

An immense chunk of the ground quite literally disappeared. Turning black.

The three experts had been caught up in the event. Thankfully they fared better than the more than 100 miles of ground suffering damage.

Locating them amongst the explosion, the guild council member ignored the consequences of his attack to shoot forward.

His figure almost instantly arrived before the black-clothed man.

He grabbed him by the shoulder, or what seemed to be his shoulder, since to his shock purple flames covered his figure again. But this time they turned into chains that latched onto his neck, arms, and legs. Binding him.

They could only do so for a second, however, since they shattered when he expressed his strength on them.

Nevertheless, that one second was enough for all three of his opponents to arrive in front of him. He had managed to seriously wound them in his former attack since their figures bled even when they executed their spells.

"He's too strong," he heard a calm female voice reach his ears, she had been the one with silver lightning bolts. He wondered what they were going to do.

Time had long since begun to move in slow motion to him. He was a tier 5 expert after all. Only this time, his primal fear made things look slower.

Purple flames, crimson gales, and silver sparks in the shape of huge skulls landed on the expert's body.

Deep pain reached his mind when a spectacular explosion far more powerful than his, barreled out in all directions

Three nuclear bombs seemed to have gone off since a tremendous portion of the sky and the regions below suffered the event.

The sheer size of the multicolored explosion would be the size of cities.

Settlements far away from that battlefield were caught up in the event. Tens of thousands died without knowing what had been the cause of their deaths.

It took many minutes before the commotion settled. A gigantic mass of silver smoke rose to the night sky. The sound of the explosion had been so loud that it reached even the central city, only those with powerful bodies and senses being able to notice the fluctuations.

The consequences were great.

The three individuals had also suffered from their own attacks, even if defensive techniques had been in place. Having lost whole chunks of their powerful bodies. They fared better than the guild councilman who had died moments after the activation of their trump spells.

The joint attacks of three lower-stage experts had only left one of his arms shooting through the sky to arrive at an unknown location. His bond died instantly too. It had been on its way there. Its body was intact, however.

Although they had won the battle. All three individuals gazed at that destruction with cold expressions. They might have set in motion events far too terrible and heavy even for them. And that was exactly what happened.