The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 383

The cataclysmic battle between the Archmages had finally commenced, and the ferocity of the conflict surpassed everyone's wildest expectations. They knew there would be no easy escape, but it wasn't until they were embroiled in the melee that the savage onslaught from Jarad and Banneth, coupled with the fierce valor of the three Iron family Archmages, made them grasp the true meaning of "no easy withdrawal" — it was either fight or perish!

Jarad vs. Lord Falconcrest!

Banneth vs. Lord Warbringer!

The Iron family patriarch vs. Lord Skyveil!

These three confrontations ignited the battlefield in the skies. Their unrestrained power trembled through the fabric of space and shattered the wilderness below, stirring up endless dust storms raging between heaven and earth. The energy from the conflicts engulfed an area of thousands of kilometers, creating a catastrophic scene reminiscent of colossal beasts locked in a frenzied death match. As they fought more wildly and displayed more splendid combat prowess, the battlefield became submerged in various tempests, obscuring the view of the specific clashes from the outside.

The Iron family patriarch's might exceeded Lord Skyveil's expectations. After hundreds of exchanges, Lord Skyveil was struck thirty-eight times by the patriarch and forced to retreat to Cloudveil Woods. Lord Mountguard was compelled to join the fray, teaming up with Lord Skyveil to battle the Iron family patriarch. The other two Archmages from the Iron family decisively entered the battlefield, joining their leader against Lord Skyveil and Lord Mountguard.

The Archmages under Lord Falconcrest and those under Lord Warbringer both joined the fray, intending to restrain the Iron family's two Archmages. But the Iron family's combat prowess was

formidable; without fancy techniques, just a warrior and a blade united, they were unstoppable. Eventually, even the three Elders from the Blessed Citadel were forced to join the battlefield.

Thus, the first Archmage's chaotic battle circle was formed! They fought fiercely in the high skies at the edge of Cloudveil Woods, their raging energies destroying mountains and forests, fissuring the ground. Mountains collapsed, massive trees were uprooted, and the earth itself was torn asunder, with broken leaves fluttering in the sky and mighty river tides surging across the heavens to crash into the battleground, creating a scene akin to a terrible natural disaster.

Lord Viperbane, allied with the Grand Elder, seized the opportunity to ambush Stormcast, but their severe injuries meant that their successive assaults failed to penetrate the defenses of the Floral Enchantress Commander. Moreover, within the city, an Archmage of the Earthbound Spirits stood guard, as did the Starlit Echoes Commander. With their combined strength supporting the barriers, Lord Viperbane found them impregnable.

The brutal conflict continued for two full hours, from midday to evening, not waning but growing more intense. The surrounding lands for miles were leveled, leaving a scene of utter devastation, with roiling clouds overhead casting an ominous pall.

In the midst of the battle, one of the Iron family's Archmages met a tragic end on the field, enraging the patriarch. Soon after, the other Iron family’s Archmage, faced dire straits. NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

Lord Skyveil and Lord Mountguard fought back fiercely, seizing the chance to inflict heavy damage on the Iron family patriarch.

However...

On a distant part of the battlefield, Banneth suddenly went berserk, like a wild beast unleashed, relentlessly overpowering Lord Warbringer and driving their personal battle into Cloudveil Woods. Like a surging tsunami, Banneth's assault broke into the Iron family's fray. Amidst the chaos,

Banneth tore apart one of Lord Warbringer's Archmages and joined forces with the Iron family patriarch to sever one of Lord Skyveil's arms, nearly beheading him.

The ghastly scene on the battlefield caused distant onlookers to gasp in shock. Matters had escalated! It was no longer about seizing the Kings' Acceptance; it had turned into a blaze of fury. If the turmoil continued, the life-or-death struggle between the Eight Orders and Five Lords would be enacted that very day.

The Iron family patriarch, Banneth, and the remaining Iron family’s Archmage withdrew from Cloudveil Woods. With their strength spent and their injuries grave, they were in need of recuperation. But the thoroughly enraged Lord Skyveil and Lord Mountguard, along with the three Elders from the Blessed Citadel and an Elder under Lord Falconcrest, launched a frenzied counterattack. These six mighty Archmages, with their twofold numerical advantage, gradually gained the upper hand, repeatedly dealing heavy blows to Banneth and his allies, threatening to encircle and defeat them.

The Stellar Precepts Commander, unwilling to see Banneth and his companions defeated so swiftly, weighed his options, left the Hidden Essence Commander and the Skyborne Rivers Commander to keep a vigilant eye on Stormcast, and joined the fray himself. As the foremost warrior of the Northlands, the lethality he brought was overwhelming. Upon arrival, he shattered the assault wave of Lord Warbringer and his allies, buying Banneth and his comrades a much-needed respite.

The intent of the Stellar Precepts Commander was to turn the tides of battle, leaving both sides grievously wounded.

However, after a series of fierce battles, the Stellar Precepts Commander shockingly struck down one of the Citadel Elders, moving the crowd and enraging the other two Citadel Elders.

The battlefield spiraled further out of control, and the Stellar Precepts Commander, joining forces with the Hidden Essence Commander and the Skyborne Rivers Commander, launched a ferocious

assault on Stormcast.

Jarad, Banneth, and the patriarch of the Iron family all retreated, and the tumultuous battlefield shifted above Stormcast, transforming into a series of violent storms that swept up the Stellar Precepts Commander and his allies, forcing even the Starlit Echoes Commander from within the city to join the fray.

Total chaos ensued, and due to the madness of Jarad and others, many who wished to flee found themselves unable to do so. The collective combat of over a dozen Archmages caused the very fabric of space to twist. It’s like a boiling tempest, complete with howling winds and rain so dense that it obscured all vision.