Supreme Magus novel Chapter 2895

Chapter 2895 Full Power (Part 3)

2895 Full Power (Part 3)

The hole in Thaymos' Spirit Barrier widened faster than its enchantment could repair it, leaving the lost city exposed to the onslaught.

He roared in fury and outrage, severing his right arm to break free from Tyris' hold. She was caught by surprise and failed to react in time. The colossal left fist of the lost city hit her square on her eagle head, producing a second, devastating shockwave.

["Not bad."] Tyris replied with a flat tone that shocked her opponent.

Her neck was twisted to the side and her beak bore a hairline crack.

["But it's not enough."] With both of her hands free, the Griffon unleashed a flurry of fists that lifted the Eternal Fortress off the ground and then threw a front kick that sent him flying.

Thaymos crash-landed right in front of the advancing Black Tide, killing their frontlines.

"What an idiot." Zagran chuckled while sharing with Salaark the refreshments she had prepared. "Inviting a Griffon to a slugfest is like planning your own funeral."

"You can say that." From so up close, the Overlord could feel the forbidden magic animating the lost city and her skin crawled for it. "Still, I don't get how that thing is still free. He said you have defeated him in the past. Why didn't the Council seal the lost city back then?"

"Because of that." Zagran pointed at her scrying mirror.

The two warrior Guardians were watching the fight from the Garuda's turf via a surveillance device. From the mirror's surface, Salaark witnessed Thaymos' right arm regrowing before his body touched the ground.

By then, every damage that Tyris' blows had inflicted upon him had already disappeared.

"No matter how badly I beat him or how small the fragments I reduce him into, the bastard gets back in one piece and runs away before an array can fully form."

"Even away from a mana geyser?" Salaark asked in disbelief.

"You bet. I have no idea how something so old can be that strong or how the old people of Jiera succeeded in sealing it." Zagran shrugged.

Once again, Thaymos stood without bending his knees or pushing himself up with his arms. His back lifted from the ground as if a crane was pulling him up or Mogar was rejecting his presence.

The Eternal Fortress ordered the Black Tide to retreat to a safe distance in a guttural language lost to time and they obeyed.

["Maybe it's not enough, but it's a start."] He pointed at the hairline crack on Tyris' beak that had yet to heal.

She replied by brushing her thumb over the injury and making it disappear.

The lost city snarled and then conjured one Cursed Star from each of his hands. The emerald energy accumulated in the form of perfect spheres the size of a small village that upon their release left a blazing trail in their wake.