The Evolution Of A Goblin To The Peak - Chapter 996: Witch Hunt: Power

Boom!

Red Mist emerged from the dissipating smoke, her eyes widened in shock. A deep gash marred her shoulder, blood flowing incessantly from the wound.

“Amulgu…” she murmured, casting her gaze downwards at the injury. The wound inflicted by Elder Amulgu’s weapon possessed unique properties; it inflicted continuous bleeding and thwarted any attempts at healing.

Fighting against two elders of the Walpurgis Night was proving arduous, but Red Mist knew she had to persevere if she wished to defeat them.

Elder Grecia spared a brief glance at Elder Amulgu before redirecting her attention to Red Mist. With a swift motion of her hand, she aimed her staff at Red Mist and invoked a spell.

A dragon formed from lightning and water materialized in the air.

Swoosh!

Red Mist swiftly leaped backward, simultaneously launching fireballs in her retreat. Halting in mid-air, she found Elder Amulgu already before her.

“Remuria, you must cease this,” Elder Amulgu implored, her soul weapon poised to strike.

Red Mist arched her body backward, narrowly evading the attack. Utilizing flames, she propelled herself away.

Elder Amulgu showed no restraint, combining her formidable [Elemental Drive] with her immense [Dream Power III].

The power wielded by the elders was exceptional, far surpassing the ordinary. They numbered only six within the entire Walpurgis Night. Only the two Supreme Elders and the Matriarch stood above them.

Despite facing two of the six elders simultaneously, Red Mist managed to hold her own, a testament to her remarkable strength.

Boom! Boom!

Elder Amulgu and Elder Grecia continued their fierce confrontation with Red Mist, causing the very fabric of the room to quake incessantly.

“You underestimated us, traitor!” Elder Grecia’s voice thundered as she unleashed a barrage of potent spells.

Bolts of lightning and torrents of water descended from above, wreaking havoc upon everything in their path.

Red Mist evaded the attacks with agile maneuvers, conjuring a barrier of flames to shield herself. Though the lightning and water shattered the barrier, she persisted in creating a new one.

In the ensuing chaos, Red Mist suddenly found herself amidst a tempest. She soared through the sky as thunder reverberated and rain cascaded down relentlessly. Below her stretched an endless expanse of ocean.

“Fiamma… Increase the output once more,” Red Mist murmured, sensing the impending danger.

“You fail to grasp the dominance of dream power within the Dream Realm,” Elder Grecia’s voice reverberated.

Red Mist scanned her surroundings, attempting to locate the source of the voice, only to be met by a deluge of lightning descending upon her. She clenched her teeth, preparing for the impact.

BOOM!

A thunderous roar resounded as the lightning struck with ferocity, thousands of bolts striking in a mere instant.

From a distance, Elder Grecia and Elder Amulgu observed as the sea of lightning enveloped the area.

“Let me finish-” Elder Grecia’s sentence was abruptly cut short as a powerful heat wave dispersed the sea of lightning and the storm above in an instant.

“She still possesses such formidable power,” Elder Amulgu remarked, her eyes narrowing. In the distance, the entire area was engulfed in dazzling flames. Amidst the blaze stood Red Mist, her hands clasped together. As she parted her hands, a red flaming staff adorned with draconic motifs materialized.

ROAR!

A mighty dragon’s roar echoed, shaking the surroundings.

Red Mist had finally summoned her soul weapon. With her soul weapon and spirit in harmony, her firepower reached its zenith.

Pointing her staff at the two elders, a magic circle manifested beneath Red Mist’s feet.

[Extinction Flame Burst]!

The two elders swiftly evaded the attack, flanking Red Mist from both sides as they charged towards her simultaneously.

“I am no longer the same as before. I am not weak anymore. I have grown stronger than I was in the past,” Red Mist muttered, aiming her soul weapon at Elder Amulgu.

[Obliterating Flaming Maelstrom]!

Elder Amulgu halted in her tracks, erecting a barrier to shield herself. However, the flames erupted with such intensity that they swiftly melted through the barrier, spreading out to engulf the entire area, even reaching Elder Grecia on the opposite side.

The flames evaporated the ocean below, shrouding the area in a dense vapor.

Emerging from the mist, Elder Grecia cast buff spells on Elder Amulgu to bolster her strength, while simultaneously casting debuff spells to diminish Red Mist’s power.

Swoosh!

Red Mist leaped away, opting to avoid a direct confrontation with Elder Amulgu. Sensing her strength waning, she realized that Elder Grecia’s debuff spells were taking effect.

“Tsk!”

Red Mist clicked her tongue in annoyance, swiftly sidestepping to evade Elder Amulgu’s slashing attack. As she raised her foot to counter with a kick, she found her opponent already behind her.

“You still have a chance to end this peacefully!” Elder Amulgu urged, her giant scissor hurtling towards

Swoosh!

I Mist.

Red Mist twirled her soul weapon, conjuring swirling flames to intercept the giant scissor. With a deft movement, she leaped away, knowing the flames wouldn’t last long. However, she suddenly sensed a shift in the air.

“What?” She exclaimed, turning her head just in time to step onto something in midair.

“[Destruction Spatial Mine]…” Elder Grecia’s voice echoed.

Boom! Boom!

Explosions reverberated incessantly, shrouding the area in smoke as energy fluctuations surged, rendering it a desolate dead zone. The radiation emitted from the chaos made it clear that no ordinary person could survive within its vicinity.

Swoosh!

A figure plummeted to the ground, cratering the earth upon impact. It was Red Mist.

Despite her injuries, Red Mist propelled herself back into the air. The most severe wound, inflicted by Elder Amulgu, continued to bleed profusely without relent.

“The embers of stars… The light of the living… You shall be the world’s embers…” Her voice echoed, accompanied by a radiant glow enveloping her form. The lights, reminiscent of thousands of stars, gleamed intensely as a sphere akin to a planet materialized before her. The luminous energy coalesced around her, forming a bow, while the sphere merged with her soul weapon, transmuting it into an arrow.

Ohm!

The surroundings transformed, with tens of thousands of stars illuminating the sky in a breathtaking display.

Elder Grecia’s eyes widened in alarm, sensing the imminent danger, while Elder Amulgu

Looked up, beholding the dazzling stars with trepidation.

“This is dire…” Elder Amulgu muttered under her breath.

In the next instant, a surge of potent energy erupted.

[Oblivion Flaming Arrow]!

A profound silence fell as the arrow streaked across the landscape, leaving in its wake an

Intense wave of heat.

Elder Grecia and Elder Amulgu wielded their dream power, attempting to manipulate the very fabric of the land. Yet, their efforts proved futile against the unstoppable momentum of the arrow. Despite their attempts to bend the terrain and alter time itself, the arrow pressed on with unwavering force.

A series of explosions erupted, upheaving the very essence of this dimension.

Boom! Smoke engulfed the surroundings, with sparks of energy scattering in every direction. The unstable energy levels created a rift in space, a glaring tear in the fabric of space.

As the smoke dissipated, the two elders lay on the ground, coughing up blood, their bodies

Adorned with burn marks.

“She possesses formidable strength…” Elder Amulgu remarked, grimacing in pain. She hadn’t anticipated that Remuria would surpass their own abilities.

“She’s nearing the level of the Supreme Elders…” Elder Grecia added.

The two Supreme Elders of the Walpurgis Night also resided within the Sixth Shackle Realm,

Yet they were unparalleled in their mastery of dream power. Both had achieved the pinnacle of “IV” in their dream power, a realm beyond the reach of “III” and below.

Elder Amulgu glanced back at the rift in space. “She breached the spatial structure of this

Room…”

Red Mist’s power had been unequivocally demonstrated. Among the elders, none could rupture the spatial structures within the Dream Palace. Though it was merely one of

Thousands of spatial structures, the feat of causing a rift was remarkable.

Red Mist hovered above, the wound on her shoulder continuing to bleed.

“Are you alright?” Fiamma, the flame spirit, inquired.

“I’m fine. You understand, being connected to me. I can fight for an entire day,” Red Mist reassured. She then directed her gaze downwards at the two elders.

“I’ve faced countless battles while you witches have idled here…” Red Mist’s tone turned cold. She aimed her soul weapon downwards and declared, “It’s time to end this. The fall of the Walpurgis Night is inevitable, and you cannot stop it.”

Elder Grecia rose to her feet, wiping blood from the corner of her mouth. “I concede that you

Have surpassed me, traitor. But do not think you can defeat me so easily. It will take more than this to end my life.”

“Then, brace yourself!” Red Mist prepared to unleash an attack when something interrupted

Her.

“Hmm?”

She sensed an energy fluctuation behind her and swiftly turned, only to be confronted by a colossal energy blade hurtling towards her.

In a swift motion, Red Mist dodged the energy blade, narrowly evading its lethal trajectory.

The blade cleaved through the ground, dissipating the violent energy that permeated the

Atmosphere.

“I’m relieved to have located you,” remarked an old man with a lengthy sword, alighting on the ground with a faint smile.

Red Mist’s gaze narrowed. “Mavois… You’ve chosen to confront me.”

“I have no choice. The Walpurgis Night has been locked down,” Mavois replied solemnly.