CHAPTER 144: CHAPTER 144: TIER 6 SHOWDOWN, FORCED RETREAT

Golden light collided with evil energy, and the terrifying energy waves spread outward.

The giant eagle was blown off balance, spinning several times in the air before hastily flapping its wings to stabilize itself.

Alon tightly gripped the back of the giant eagle’s neck, and only after it stabilized did he stand up, looking at the familiar figure ahead.

"Clan Leader!"

Alon shouted in surprise, not expecting that the Clan Leader had actually come along.

"Hm."

Nodolin nodded slightly, his gaze penetrating the evil energy barrier, a trace of sorrow and grief appearing in his eyes upon seeing the face inside.

Kaelan, his childhood acquaintance, though they belonged to different tribes, often met at the semiannual inter-tribal exchanges. Over the centuries, the two had become close friends, playing significant roles in each other’s lives.

However, just a few years ago, Kaelan suddenly disappeared during the war with the Dark Elves, never to be heard from again.

He thought Kaelan had died heroically in battle.

But he never imagined that upon reunion, they would have become mortal enemies.

Kaelan, leader of the Dark Elf warband, was the butcher invading their lands and destroying their homes, while he himself had to take on the responsibility of the Clan Leader to face his once-intimate friend in a life-and-death struggle.

"Nodolin!!!"

Kaelan glared at Nodolin, his voice almost squeezed through clenched teeth:

"Is this your doing?"

"Indeed! It looks like he did an excellent job."

Nodolin replied flatly, simultaneously hiding his hand behind his back, signaling Alon to retreat.

This time, Alon did not listen to the Clan Leader but hid nearby, unable to become a burden nor leave the Clan Leader to face the Dark Elf leader alone.

If the situation turned dire, he’d protect the Clan Leader even at the cost of his own life.

Swish~

The Elf Race Leader raised a virtual hand, and space twisted with a piercing hum, forming a massive energy bow in his palm.

As the bowstring trembled, three arrows entwined with ancient runes automatically set themselves on the string, each arrow’s tail burning with a sun-like radiance.

With the bowstring drawn to its limit, the arrows shot through the air, their paths carving three golden scars across the sky.

Kaelan let out a chilling sneer, ink-black evil energy gushing from his pores, transforming into a sky-covering tidal wave.

The stench of sulfur carried despairing screams, and where the wave passed, the air crumbled inch by inch, the ground fissured open as if torn by an invisible giant claw.

When the golden arrows pierced into the evil energy tide, they were instantly swallowed by the tar-like darkness, their explosions suppressed into muffled silence.

"He’s grown stronger," Nodolin’s pupils contracted, the holy mark on his forehead shining with dazzling golden light.

With a skyward roar, the sky seemed to tear apart a golden curtain, thousands of energy arrows pouring down from the depths of the clouds, each emanating the vitality of ancient forests and the mercilessness of moonlight.

At the instant the arrows of rain clashed with the evil energy tide, it was as if a second sun burst open between heaven and earth.

The roar echoed across the sky, the energy aftermath turning into a hurricane sweeping for miles.

Countless distorted demon faces emerged from Kaelan’s dark tide, while Nodolin’s arrow rain wove into a cage of light. The two forces were at a stalemate, yet at the contact point, they exploded into spatial vortices, engulfing nearby withered trees and fallen leaves into nothingness.

Miles away, Qin Tian, concealed in shadows, had a ripple in his eyes.

A leap from Tier Five to Tier Six signifies a qualitative advancement.

Tier Five Spiritualists could be considered the core strength.

But Tier Six had officially entered the high-end power level, and the aftermath of two Tier Six fighting could destroy a city.

"Nodolin, after all these years, you still haven’t progressed at all!"

Kaelan’s icy voice resonated across the heavens.

Nodolin did not get angry, calmly responding:

"My power is cultivated by myself. Does your power even belong to you anymore?"

Upon hearing this, a flash of anger crossed Kaelan’s eyes, and he exclaimed:

"Kaelan, by human standards, you’re just a frog in a well. The Elf Star is merely a trivial part of the vast cosmos, and even the Tree God you revere is no different. But the Evil God is the cosmos’s ruler, a true pinnacle power of the universe."

"Before the Evil God, the so-called Tree God is nothing but a sapling to be easily crushed. By following the Evil God, I gain unmatched power and the gift of immortality. This is the correct path!"

Nodolin remained silent, knowing Kaelan’s beliefs had been completely twisted, and nothing he said would be of any use.

There was only one path left now: to kill Kaelan and let the Tree God purify that lost soul.

Kaelan’s hand caught in the air, evil energy coalescing into a longsword. Having known Nodolin for centuries, he was well aware of their respective strengths and weaknesses.

Nodolin, being an Elf Mage, was not proficient in close combat, whereas he was born an Elf Swordsman.

Nodolin saw through Kaelan’s intentions at a glance, his eyes growing stern as golden spiritual energy became increasingly active, coursing and flickering around him.

Just as Kaelan was about to strike, he suddenly sensed a subtle energy locking onto him, though faint, it gave him a slight sense of threat.

Nodolin had help?

Kaelan recalled the previous explosion in the cavern, probably this was the human Spiritualist Nodolin invited, lurking around now like a coiled snake, poised to strike.

Giving Nodolin a deep look, Kaelan’s evil energy erupted, enveloping his body.

Nodolin stayed vigilant, ready with his golden energy yet holding back, but after several seconds, there was no movement within the evil energy.

Boom!

A golden energy arrow pierced through the evil energy, revealing nothing inside.

Kaelan, had fled!

"Gone?"

Nodolin frowned slightly. Today, he had come with the resolution to be gravely injured or even die trying to exchange life for life with Kaelan. After all, Kaelan’s raw strength surpassed his own.

But he never expected, just when the battle was about to reach its climax, Kaelan would escape.

"Clan Leader!"

Alon came flying on the giant eagle.

Nodolin looked at Alon, speaking with a tone of reproach: "Didn’t I tell you to leave first?"

Alon scratched his head but said nothing.

Nodolin understood Alon’s thoughts, the kid was worried and unwilling to leave him.

Yet Alon had no idea how terrifying an opponent Kaelan was; staying offered no help and would only sacrifice his young life.

"Don’t do this again."

Nodolin patted Alon on the shoulder.

"Yes!"

Alon promised, but whether he’d change next time was known only to himself.

"Let’s go back. I estimate Kaelan’s warband has been entirely defeated, and now, we can reclaim this land."

Looking down at the flaming crater, Nodolin’s eyes showed a hint of confusion.

Who is helping us?