Chapter 792 River of Molten Fire
"I had an important matter that needed to be taken care of immediately," Orion responded.
Stronghold leader Seth nodded in understanding. He had already heard the details from his father, so further probing was unnecessary. "Let's commence then and get rid of the four-star Vylkr vines once and for all," he responded.
Orion nodded. "Where's Leftward Stronghold Leader Zogar?" he asked, looking around.
"He's on the west side of the Third Border City. He is waiting for our signal before commencing," the Village Chief responded.
"Let's begin then," Orion affirmed.
Stronghold leader Seth nodded. He led the way forward and stopped beside the edge of the wall. Stretching his arms outwards, he released his Vylkr energy from all four containers. The Vylkr energy surged through his veins, coursing through his body and igniting every fibre of his being. His muscles pulsed with immense power, roaring to life as the energy enveloped him.
Then, he unleashed his gift.
The ground over the wall outside the barrier cracked open like the dry surface of a desert. Tiny gas fumes erupted as though the earth's core boiled with intensity. Within seconds, molten liquid magma spewed from the cracked rocks and overflowed onto the surface.
Initially, it resembled a steady stream of water from a fountain. However, within several minutes, it surged like an ocean breaking out of the earth, forming an enormous wave reaching as high as 30 meters and casting a colossal shadow above them.
The Prismerions warriors stared at the scene in amazement. No matter how often they had observed the warriors, especially individuals as strong as Rightward Stronghold Seth, using his gift, they would never tire of it.
Of course, some could also pull out something like this with the right talent, technique and strength. However, the complexities and energy needed to sustain it couldn't even be compared to the warrior's instantaneous use of their gift and effortless control of it.
Stronghold Leader Seth then refocused his attention on the Village Chief. "How about we head over to the west side and observe Leftward Stronghold Leader Zogar handle his side?" he suggested.
The Village Chief nodded in agreement. "I was thinking about heading there, but since you want to come along, let's go," he said before shifting his attention towards Orion. "Do you want to come with us?" he asked.
Orion nodded without hesitation. Knowing Stronghold Leader Zogar's gift, he knew how he would take care of his side and was as interested as the others in watching.
The Village Chief leapt into the air, transforming into his giant green-horned owl form. He swooped downwards, grabbing Rightward Stronghold Leader Seth and Orion with his claws and soaring straight towards Stronghold Leader Zogar's direction.
Within several minutes, they arrived.
Stronghold Leader Zogar raised his head and smiled upward, sensing their presence. "Since they are done, it should be arriving soon," he muttered, already feeling the intense heat in the air, standing outside Aegis of the Arctic Deity's barrier.
He refocused his gaze forward and swung his cutlass at the two-star Vylkr creeping towards him; his strikes cut down ten of them at once. He repeated the gesture several times until all that remained were the sliced remnants of one and two-star Vylkr vines.
After twenty minutes, the intensity of the heat suddenly increased by a hundred times, followed by the resounding tremor emanating from the ground and echoes of enormous masses of water crashing against each other. However, it wasn't water but something more dangerous -
A sea of molten magma!
Leftward Stronghold Leader Zogar turned to his left and faced the sea of molten magma before walking towards its direction, noticing that it had arrived much more quickly than on the other side.
As he drew near, the sea of molten magma crashed upon him, drowning him within its fiery depths; if it had been any other warrior, they would have most likely been dead. However, such a rule didn't apply to Stronghold Leader Zogar.
