The Wizard World (Part 2)

Chapter 392: Approaching and Striding (1)

Translator: Leo Editor: Frappe

"What can you do if you can't move!" Night Devil spoke cryptically while she was trying to compose herself.

The girl raised her right hand. As she did so, rays of red lit up out of the magic circle drawn on the ground such that it surrounded Angele in the middle.

Angele could only stand amid the magic circle quietly. He could not move freely due to the effects of the magic circle, which rooted him to the earth. The rays of red light were like oil climbing up his body.

His field of vision had been overlapped by the red light, so he could not see anything else. It felt like he was standing in a pot of boiling oil.

Blue light flashed in his eyes, but it disappeared seconds later. Disappointment took over Angele's expression.

"Not bad. I didn't expect that you could set up such a trap. It's impressive," Angele smiled and spoke aloud, "You can actually bind…"

Bang!

A towering stone fist bashed him from behind, hindering him from saying anything else.

The fist had a black-brownish color and the size of a wheel. It had been formed out of the deposits of rocks and mud.

Angele could sense another oncoming attack from behind. It was the feeling that something was about to strike him really, really hard. He frowned and tried to turn to where he was being attacked from, but the stone fist was much faster than his reflexes.

Thud!

Immediately, the strike landed on him. Angele knew, of course, that the fist had already hit him without him having been able to completely turn around.

Crack!

The stone fist cracked and reverted to countless rocks mixed in with mud as it dropped to the ground.

Chi!

A silver string drew a line in the air and disappeared into the red light at the back.

Following the attack was a roar that sounded like it came from a beast's, coupled with the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

"An earth golem?" Although Angele's eyes were still blurry, he could hear the roar from behind, one that he had already heard of many times during the time he was back in the laboratory.

"That's a high-rank golem. Why would you waste it here?"

Angele did not even look back.

Pa!

With a flick of his finger, black rocks of varying sizes floated up above the ground.

All of the stone pieces slowly reshaped into shards that were completely sharp and were seemingly aiming at all angles.

A trace of silver light flashed on the scars on Angele's face.

Chi! Chi! Chi!

Like droplets of rain, the stone shards darted toward all angles. The red light was affected by the explosive shockwave his relentless attack caused.

Angele was fully concentrated on listening to the noises around him.

Ahead of him was a sound similar to that of a stone hitting the surface of the mountain. By his left side, the stone had not seemed to have caused an effect. The same thing could be said for the one by his right side. However, when the stone struck toward the river, he heard the girl grunting in pain.

He remained standing at his original position, while at the same time, many silver needles materialized around him.

"Strike!"