Clarkin maintained a calm expression on his face despite taking a powerful punch. By contrast, the elders around him nearly fell over due to the airwave. Clarkin trembled as he raised his hand and summoning a nine-foot-long purple-gold spear. Ablaze with white flames and flickers of thunder, its aura was strong enough to make it difficult for a person to breathe. The space around it warped and disintegrated due to the intense fluctuations—a clear sign that it was a superior-quality spiritual treasure.
Clarkin displayed commanding poise as he held the weapon. His hair billowed in the air as he locked his gaze on Oskar and declared in a cold voice, "Show me what you've got!"
In an instant, Clarkin darted forward and swung his spear with ruthless force.
Unfazed by the attack, Oskar unleashed his level six royal paragon aura. He extended his hand and condensed a dark glow in his palm. He then smacked Clarkin and sent him hurtling away. The resulting shockwave created massive cracks in the ground.
Oskar sneered after sending Clarkin flying. "That's what you get for trying to act proud in front me." Without a second to spare, Oskar dashed toward Clarkin, who managed to react in just in time to thrust his spear forward. The weapon's cold glint pierced through the surrounding space.
While the two of them were clashing, Favian leveraged on the chaos to attack Severin. He glared nefariously at Severin and yelled, "Your life ends here, Severin!"
Favian brandished a golden dagger and unleashed his terrifying aura as he charged forward with murderous intent. The Gahrrs' other elders decided to join the attack and summoned their spiritual treasures too.
"Disciples! Come with me and defend our formation!" the Ninth Mountain's Lyka retrieved a compass and activated it in mid-air. Ripples emerged, transforming into pillars of light that tore through the void and obstructed Favian's advances.
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