Chapter 111 : Chapter 111

Chapter 111. The Statue Shatters

Before Angmar could catch his breath, a ray shot toward him and pierced through his already battered arm.

“Ah!” Angmar cried out in pain. He tried to move his left hand, only to realize that the entire arm had gone limp and could no longer muster any strength.

At the same time, his right hand suddenly felt a tingling numbness. When he opened his eyes and looked, he saw that someone was already raising a greatsword to strike at him.

It was Welinte.

Just moments ago, she had thought she would be of no help at all. But Fulan had suddenly pushed her forward and told her to hold him off for a moment while she prepared something.

The greatsword slammed viciously into Angmar’s neck, leaving shallow wounds across the skin, yet no blood flowed out.

Angmar sucked in a sharp breath. He felt a little of his strength returning, so he immediately grabbed the greatsword and hurled it away with a violent swing.

Fortunately, Welinte let go in time, or she would have been flung away with it.

Seizing the opportunity, Angmar ignored the warhammer that continued crashing down onto his body. With one hand, he directly grabbed Welinte by the throat, intending to throw her aside.

But to his surprise, Welinte instantly seized his wrist and locked it down tightly, refusing to let herself be torn away.

He had only meant to shake her off so she could not keep entangling him, but who would have thought that she would latch onto his arm so firmly and restrain him instead?

This was bad.

His other arm could no longer rise, and it would be difficult to unleash 【Dragon Breath】 a second time in such a short span. It seemed he could no longer break free from her grip.

“That’s enough. Get back!”

Just as frustration welled up inside him, a voice rang out. His wrist suddenly loosened, and he instinctively flung his opponent away. Welinte was hurled through the air and crashed to the ground.

He turned toward the source of the voice—Fulan—and what he saw filled him with terror.

Fulan was hovering in midair, visible streams of air spiraling around her. The surging currents instantly formed a circulating vortex at her side.

“Howling Gale!”

The moment she saw that Welinte had been thrown clear, Fulan launched her attack.

In truth, even if Welinte had still been hanging there, she would have attacked all the same. She could already feel the Spirit Realm’s rejection pressing against her at every moment.

If she did not cast this spell now, she would be kicked out of the Spirit Realm before long.

So her shout had merely been symbolic. She had never intended to truly wait for anyone to get clear.

At the same time, the ‘Half-Dragon’ wielding the warhammer had gone mad with bloodlust. He paid no heed at all to Fulan’s warning and still brought the hammer crashing down.

The currents blasted toward Angmar, carving countless gouges across the floor along their path.

Angmar squeezed his eyes shut and covered his face with both hands, trying to keep the wind from destroying his eyes.

Then he felt as though his body were being torn apart.

It was as if countless wounds had been ripped open all over him. The itching and pain tormented his mind without cease.

Yet he did not dare scream.

He feared the wind would slice his tongue clean off. He still had things he needed to say to Fulan, so he could not allow that part of himself to be ruined.

Like a passing gust of wind, it brushed lightly over Angmar’s body, leaving his skin covered in bloody cuts. His clothes were shredded with tears, barely able to cover him.

As for the valiant ‘Half-Dragon’ beside him, his condition was even worse. His body was almost entirely drenched in blood, his face reduced to an unrecognizable blur, and the warhammer in his hand had broken into four pieces. Even the parts that had not snapped were riddled with pits and gouges.

Through the entire process, there was only a faint whistling sound.

Only a few people noticed it. Most merely saw a surge of air sweep through, and then those two ended up like this.

By then, Angmar had already collapsed to the ground, still clinging to a trace of life.

Welinte, having witnessed the whole thing from the side, felt a lingering chill of fear.

If Angmar had not happened to throw her away just then, she too would have ended up like those two, with not a patch of flesh left unscathed.

She turned her head toward Fulan, inwardly shaken.

After releasing such a powerful spell, Fulan looked as though nothing had happened. She showed none of the signs of someone who had overexerted herself.

At that moment, how could Welinte still not understand Fulan’s true identity?

She was a formal mage who had come to the Spirit Realm in hopes of obtaining a talent.

There was no way a person who was not a formal mage could possibly cast a spell of such terrifying power.

She knew that some formal mages would deliberately come to the Spirit Realm to seek talents by participating in the trials, but she had never expected to run into one herself.

However, she had also heard that the Spirit Realm normally gathered such formal mages together and made them undergo a trial of extremely high difficulty, rather than mixing them in with everyone else.

She had seen very clearly that most of those taking part in this trial were ordinary Spirit Realm excursionists who had not yet advanced. Why, then, had they been matched with a formal mage?

After turning it over in her mind, she could think of only one possibility: something had suddenly gone wrong in the Spirit Realm.

The difficulty of this trial had obviously exceeded what normal Spirit Realm excursionists could handle. How were they supposed to fight a First-Tier Professional?

Still, the matter ought to be over by now. Just by joining in the attack on that First-Tier Professional alongside the townspeople, the contribution she had gained from assisting should already be enough to make the Spirit Realm take notice of her performance.

She could not speak for anyone else, but she was certain she had passed.

As for whether Fulan would pass...

That still depended on whether this incident was judged to have a strong connection to the coming disaster.

If those priests were truly the masterminds behind it all, then she would certainly have passed the trial.

“Seize this High Priest and lock him up here for now. I still have questions for him.”

Fulan stepped forward and gave the order to the ‘Half-Dragons.’

Having just witnessed Fulan display such overwhelming strength and defeat such a formidable enemy, the ‘Half-Dragons’ did not hesitate in the slightest. They immediately began carrying out her commands.

“Take these two away for treatment,” Fulan said, pointing at Lyle and the ‘Half-Dragon’ with the warhammer, before continuing, “Go tell the people outside that the false god’s temple has fallen and that the leader of the heretics has been captured.”

The ‘Half-Dragons’ carried out the assigned tasks and filed out one after another.

Welinte slowly stepped closer and spoke softly.

“Hey, I never expected you to be a formal mage... So, do you think you’ll be able to obtain a talent?”

Fulan stared at the statue and replied without turning around, “No. I feel that the real disaster is not here. Our clash with those priests is an entirely different matter.”

Fulan’s words left Welinte completely confused. She did not understand what Fulan meant at all.

Following Fulan’s gaze, she looked toward the statue—and was startled.

Whether it had been struck during the chaotic battle just now or for some other reason, the statue was now covered in cracks from head to toe, as though it might split apart at any moment.

What frightened Welinte even more was that she felt, somehow, that the statue’s eyes were staring at Fulan...

She followed that gaze toward Fulan, only to discover that an exquisitely bound book had appeared at Fulan’s feet, and it was giving off a faint glow.