??Chapter 318: Chapter 313 Power
Chapter 318: Chapter 313 Power
“What is your relationship with the Dragon Prince?” the Tower Spirit asked from outside the room where the Elental Pool was located, anxious as he watched over the human, the Giant Dragon, and the White Tiger.
All these lurking around in a jumble did not seem to care about what was going on. The red-haired human teenager was even sitting cross-legged on the floor, holding the Fire Elent Crystal, refining his breathing thods.
“Who are you asking?” The Red Dragon, Otlis, who was feigning sleep on the ground, slightly opened one eye.
“I’m asking this White Tiger Your Excellency.” The Tower Spirit ignored the Five Colored Dragons which were beginning to fall asleep.
According to their descriptions, they should all be followers of Muria, yet, as Muria was fighting inside, they seed uncaring, showcasing the inherent indifference of the Five Colored Dragons.
“You’re asking ?” Troy, the White Tiger, glanced lazily at the Tower Spirit. “My relationship with Muria is one of companionship. We’re comrades who have faced life and death together.”
“Then why aren’t you worried at all?” The Tower Spirit was rather confused at Troy’s words. In his opinion, their attitudes were too indifferent.
“What do I have to worry about with Muria?” Troy looked up, sowhat taken aback at the Tower Spirit’s comnt.
“Beyond this door, there are almost ten Elental Lords present. Although most of them are in a sleeping state, if even one Elental Lord awakens…”
“Just that?” Otlis interrupted the Tower Spirit before he could finish speaking, disdain clear on his face: “Not to ntion one Elental Lord waking up, even if all of them awakened, they wouldn’t be able to do anything to Prince Muria.”
As the Red Dragon, who had personally experienced the toughness of the Saintly Imperial Abyss, he was the most confident among the Five Colored Dragons about Muria’s survival abilities. Those were defences that could even shatter his teeth.
“There’s absolutely no need to worry about Prince Muria’s safety. Instead of worrying about him, we might as well worry about ourselves.” Fiona, one of the older Green Dragons who had also encountered the Saintly Imperial Abyss’s formidable defenses, comnted indifferently.
“What I’m more concerned about is whether one of those Elental Lords you ntioned will escape from this door after awakening. Although the Prince has nothing to fear from them, we can’t afford to be as fearless.”
“I don’t think that will happen.” The Tower Spirit glanced uncertainly at the broken door.
“Hey, do you know what’s going on in that room? How is Prince Muria?” Otlis, the Red Dragon, extended his dragon claw and pointed it towards the Tower Spirit.
“I don’t know.” The Tower Spirit awkwardly shook his head. “After these Elental Pools began showing abnormalities, I lost control of what was going on in there.”
“Useless Tower Spirit.” Upon hearing that the Tower Spirit was powerless, the questioning Red Dragon, Otlis, looked at him with a face full of contempt. As a Tower Spirit, he couldn’t even control his own “body”, especially since it was the core area that was out of control, enough to justify calling him useless.
Upon hearing Otlis’ insulting words, the elental substance the Tower Spirit had condensed twisted, undoubtedly irritated by Otlis’ comnt, but also feeling wronged.
His master, Heinal, had caused all of this. He had been aware when the Elental Pools began to mutate due to the accumulation of leftover elents, but he could only stand by and watch everything escalating out of control because of his identity as a Tower Spirit.
Therefore, the Tower Spirit really felt helpless.
…
As the semi-plane’s night sky turned into day with the rising sun in the Main Material World, Muria, holding the sleep-glazed Yingdila, walked out of the shattered door.
“Prince Muria!” “Muria!” … A few worried shouts rang out.
“Hmm.” Muria, holding the slumbering Yingdila whose sleep was probably brought on by eating too much, just nodded in response.
“What’s the situation?” The Tower Spirit asked Muria, whose face showed a hint of exhaustion, his face flushed with emotion.
“You are the Tower Spirit, why not feel it for yourself instead of asking ?”
At Muria’s words, the Tower Spirit’s figure suddenly disintegrated into specks of light and mingled with the array patterns around it.
In less than ten instants, enough ti for Muria to hand the sleeping Yingdila to Fiona, the elder Green Dragon, the figure of the Tower Spirit reappeared in front of Muria, his human-like face full of joy.
“All those Elental Lords, they’re all gone. How did you do it?”
“They were all in a sleeping state, so I just killed them.” Muria replied calmly as if what he had done was quite a simple task.
“You killed… the guards of those Elental Lords?”
“Of course, they were all killed.”
“How did you kill all those powerful guards?”
“I just killed them one by one.” Muria answered carelessly without ntioning the arduous battle he had just experienced.
The battle with the Earth Elental Lord had already startled all the elental beings in the area, especially the Elentals Elders who had wisdom comparable to humans. They were all extrely watchful of Muria’s actions and had called upon their elental bodies well in advance to prepare.
However, it only resulted in Muria spending more ti. With the Elental Lord asleep and unable to awaken, the relationship between Muria and these elental beings is akin to a hungry tiger and a lamb, killing however they want.
Muria took the lives of one Elental Lord after another while they were still sleeping, and destroyed one micro elental realm after another. Towards the end, the remaining elental beings had even united in a vain attempt to oppose Muria.
It was obvious to what extent Muria had pushed them, but it was in vain as they could not escape the end of having their bodies and souls destroyed. Except for the Earth Elental Lord, not another Elental Lord awakened. All the Elental Lords’ states were problematic and were at Muria’s rcy.
Muria’s brutal answer left the Tower Spirit speechless. He didn’t know how to respond, as he had not found anything similar to Muria in his database.
“Give it to !” Muria extended his hand towards the Tower Spirit.
“What?” The Tower Spirit looked at Muria, sowhat baffled.
“Hand over the power to control this semi-plane.” Muria, with a smile on his face, spoke matter-of-factly, when he saw the hesitant Tower Spirit, he added, “Don’t force
to use violence.”
“You’re a Golden Dragon, how can you rob others of their property?”
At the Tower Spirit’s words, Muria stared at the Tower Spirit as if he were an idiot: “This semi-plane and this Mage Tower have both lost their master and are now up for grabs. Of course, it’s a matter of survival of the fittest.”
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