Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 38: The Reenactment of a Classic
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 266: If I See One, I’ll Kill One
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 754- Another way of control part 1
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 895 - Hidden Apex Power
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 753- Accumulation
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 774: Reformation (1)
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 203 - Do You Think That The 12 Of Us Can't Match Up To Him?
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 04.04 - Northern District's Haze
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Book 08 Chapter 072: Ancestor Mang Shan’s Bitterness
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Chapter 160: Salt-stealing Bandit
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 265: Finding a Helper
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 412.2: Clearwater Mountain - Part 2
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 247: Blood Addicted Queen
Is It Too Late to Leave the Chat Group?
Book 07 Chapter 001.1: Memories Finally Awakened, Part 1
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 37: The Romain Standard Spear
My Iyashikei Game
Chapter 928: Deep Inside the Black Box
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 264: Staying at the Ye Clan
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 752- Self created gold equipment
A terrifying hurricane ravaged the plains as rain began pelting down from the sky.
The clash between Roel and Duke Brookley brought aberrant weather upon the plains. Faced with Grandar’s almighty punch, the towering wall of fluid emitted a brilliant blue light and began undulating like the ocean, attempting to neutralize the incoming force.
It wasn’t very effective.
From the moment the two forces clashed, the fist clad in crimson flames and lightning began to vaporize the wall of fluid from within, triggering explosions after explosions within its compact form. This resulted in the fluid scattering all over the battlefield as searing hot rain.
Meanwhile, the soldiers beneath this hulking phenomenon were forced to stab their swords into the ground just to keep themselves from being blown away by the hurricane. The brawny horses were much less fortunate, as many of them were helplessly swept away by the tempest.
Even the massive trees in the jungle swiftly toppled under the winds.
It felt as if the battlefield had been reduced to a showdown between Roel and Duke Brookley, though this clash didn’t last for too long. The towering wall of fluid eventually dissipated under the force of Grandar’s punch.
However, Duke Brookley had made his escape in the meantime, knowing that the situation wasn’t in his favor.
He had already confirmed Roel’s identity from the moment Grandar appeared—’the young man who summons ancient gods’. This was an opponent he absolutely couldn’t let his guard down against.
He also knew what Roel’s goal was.
Similar to how he had targeted Alicia in order to defeat the Ascarts, Roel was thinking of forcing the Sezes’ elite troops to retreat by defeating him.
It was the correct choice, for this was the most plausible way for an individual to single-handedly turn the tables on the battlefield.
Had it been under normal circumstances, Duke Brookley might have just accepted the challenge. However, he chose to retreat this time around, not just because he was in a bad condition, but also because he was appreh
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