Chapter 110 : Chapter 110

Chapter 110. Attrition

Before Fulan could even give the order, Lyle and the others had already charged forward.

Angmar did not dodge or evade. He simply stood there as the half-dragons rushed toward him.

Lyle raised his claws and swung them viciously toward Angmar’s face.

However, before the attack could land, Angmar merely opened his mouth slightly wider, drew in a breath, and released a roar.

BOOM—

The thunderous sound shook the entire temple.

Dust and fragments of stone rained down.

The inhuman wave of sound carried a powerful shock that instantly disrupted the charging half-dragons, causing them to stumble and collapse to the ground.

Even Welinte, who stood farther away, could barely maintain her balance and keep from falling.

At that moment, layers of scales suddenly appeared on Fulan’s hand.

Under the assault of the sound wave, the scales shattered one after another, breaking apart and falling to the ground where they turned into fine ash.

Fulan herself, however, was completely unharmed.

She clenched her left hand, and a spell shot forward.

【Brittle Armor】

The spell struck Angmar while he was still releasing the sonic attack.

Angmar frowned.

He had noticed the scales on Fulan’s hand had helped her resist the sound waves, so he knew he could not continue using that technique.

Although the spell that struck him left his body feeling slightly strange, he remained convinced that his strength surpassed hers.

He stepped forward and dashed toward Fulan.

His fist shot forward, accompanied by a powerful gust of air.

Fulan jumped on the spot and raised her arm to block the incoming punch.

The tremendous force sent her flying through the air for a short distance.

At the same time, she lifted her other wrist and released a cloud of purple mist directly toward Angmar.

From the moment she sensed his aura before the battle, Fulan had known he was a First-Tier professional.

That was why she had not attacked recklessly.

Instead, she chose to apply negative effects first—weakening him even slightly would be beneficial.

Angmar frowned again.

His powerful strike had felt as though it had struck cotton. The distance she gained in the air had neutralized most of the force.

As for the poisonous mist she released, it might not affect him immediately, but if he allowed it to linger, problems could arise.

“Is dodging all you know how to do?”

He snorted coldly and prepared to close the distance, intending to deny her any opportunity to cast spells.

But just as he attempted to step forward, he suddenly felt his leg restrained.

He looked down.

“Don’t even think about leaving!”

Lyle, seemingly fueled by some unknown courage, had rushed forward and wrapped his arms tightly around Angmar’s leg.

Angmar showed him no mercy.

His fist slammed down onto Lyle’s back, sending shards of stone flying from the shattered floor.

“Ah!”

Lyle cried out in pain, yet he refused to release his grip and endured the attack while continuing to hold Angmar in place.

“Hiss—!”

This time, it was Angmar who cried out.

A Life-Destruction Ray shot directly toward his arm, tearing open a large wound.

Angmar gritted his teeth and kicked Lyle’s head with his other leg, breaking half the scales covering his skin.

Yet Lyle’s grip did not weaken in the slightest.

Hidden from everyone’s sight, a golden light glowed faintly from Lyle’s chest.

Seeing this, Angmar realized he could not continue wasting time with Lyle.

He knew exactly how durable someone became after drinking Divine Water.

If it had been Luca instead, he would still have needed time to kill him.

And Lyle, who possessed draconic traits, was even tougher.

Angmar glanced behind him.

Several half-dragons were rushing toward him, intending to restrain him just as Lyle had done.

Others were picking up weapons scattered across the ground, preparing to strike him with everything they had.

This could not continue.

Angmar clearly understood the situation.

If these enemies had been the only threat, it would not have mattered.

But the real problem was—

A massive fireball suddenly exploded beside him.

The scorching flames burned across his arm, reminding him that Fulan was still secretly casting spells.

Making up his mind, Angmar simply ignored Lyle, who was still clinging to him, and began walking forward while dragging him along.

The extra weight slowed his movement, but his strength remained unchanged.

Closing the distance instantly, he threw a punch straight toward Fulan’s face.

If that blow landed—

But Fulan merely sidestepped, narrowly avoiding the attack.

She steadied her breathing and immediately activated Sword Dance.

A subtle aura spread from her body.

Without hesitation, she struck.

The purple dagger left a blurred trail as it slashed across the arm Angmar had used to punch.

A bloody wound immediately appeared on his arm, and drops of blood trickled down.

Angmar ignored the injury.

He swept his arm through the air, producing a sharp WHOOSH as the strike rushed toward Fulan’s face.

But the attack missed.

Not only that one.

His next three attacks also failed, each narrowly avoided by Fulan.

The closest strike only managed to hit the scales on her hand, causing no real damage.

Angmar realized something.

Lyle’s grip on his leg had slowed his movement, preventing him from unleashing wide, instantaneous attacks.

He had to deal with that brat first.

Otherwise, Fulan alone could bleed him to death.

He gently pressed a hand against the arm that now bore several gruesome wounds and stepped back slightly.

Fulan noticed the movement but remained still, waiting for his next attack so she could evade it.

“Let me show you the miracle my god has granted me.”

Angmar roared.

A red glow erupted from his throat, as if something inside was about to burst forth.

He aimed his face toward Fulan, preparing to unleash the attack.

But it was only a feint.

In the next moment, he suddenly lowered his head toward Lyle, who was still clutching his leg.

A blazing beam erupted from his mouth.

The floor instantly ignited with crimson flames.

Angmar felt the restraint around his leg loosen.

He knew Lyle could not possibly withstand such power.

Looking down, he saw a human-shaped figure burning.

His skin had turned crimson, motionless as if lifeless.

Yet faintly, a golden glow could still be seen flickering from his chest.

“Lyle!”

Seeing this scene, the half-dragons were filled with rage.

One of them stepped within half a pace and raised a spiked hammer high before slamming it into Angmar’s body.

Angmar did not dodge.

He allowed the blow to strike him directly.

Under the effects of 【Brittle Armor】, the attack inflicted considerable damage.

But he had no choice but to endure it.

The attack he had just used was a divine miracle granted by his god—

【Dragon Breath】

Originally, he had intended to use it after restraining Fulan.

If it struck her directly, she would certainly die.

But he understood that he might never get such an opportunity.

So he had decisively used Dragon Breath on Lyle instead, eliminating the reckless obstacle.

That single attack had consumed a tremendous amount of his stamina.

For the moment, he had no choice but to pause and recover before attacking again.

However, after witnessing Lyle’s fate, no one else would dare risk their life to restrain him.

As long as he could strike first and kill Fulan, the remaining half-dragons would be nothing more than a scattered mob.