bookpower Chapter 712: Chapter 712 - The Clock Strikes Zero
Chapter 712: Chapter 712 - The Clock Strikes Zero
Chapter 712: Chapter 712 - The Clock Strikes Zero
Ivana!
Broken dashed forward with everything he had. Focalor had just slaughtered two forest elves and now surged through the air, evading strikes from skeletal warriors. His hands glowed with twin orbs of crackling energy, each aimed directly at Ivana.
Ivana was in danger.
Focalor moved with terrifying speed, bearing down on her. But then, out of nowhere, a figure clad in heavy crimson armor appeared near them.
In an instant, a domain expanded outward from the armored figure, encapsulating everyone within its shimmering boundary-Broken, Ivana, Alora, and Frostedge were all caught inside. The figure, SpeedGang, struck his shield against the ground with a resonating clang, pointing at Focalor, who hovered above them.
"No one can use magic in this domain!" SpeedGang declared.
No magic? That would be disastrous. Focalor thrived on raw power based on his stats alone, making him even deadlier without magic to counter him.
Is this guy out of his mind? Broken cursed inwardly.
"Hah! It seems you've learned nothing," Focalor sneered.
Unfazed by SpeedGang's declaration, the Named Demon ascended higher into the air. With terrifying precision and raw, overwhelming power, he slammed into the domain's barrier.
In mere moments, the barrier shattered into countless fragments, breaking apart with a deafening crash.@@@@
SpeedGang froze in place, his figure flickering briefly before dissolving into pixels and vanishing into thin air. The domain that was supposed to turn the tide had been obliterated effortlessly.
Focalor's raw strength had rendered the strategy futile, leaving the battlefield exposed and vulnerable once more.
Damn it!
There was no one left to take the full tanker role, and Broken couldn't allow Ivana to step into such a vulnerable position.
"Ivana, retreat!" he shouted.
As Focalor's strike neared Ivana, Broken surged forward, intercepting it just in time. Massive ice swords materialized in the air, slamming repeatedly into Focalor, but the demon's magic shield absorbed the relentless onslaught.
Broken didn't let up. He launched a flurry of attacks, spinning his spear with precision and thrusting it forward in rapid strikes aimed at breaking through Focalor's defenses.
Suddenly, a colossal ice wall appeared behind Focalor, trapping the demon in a confined space. This was the opportunity Broken needed for a decisive blow. He moved in for a fatal strike.
But Focalor was faster. The demon slammed his hand forward, unleashing a powerful wave of energy that blasted out in all directions. The sheer force hurled Broken and everything near the demon backward, scattering debris and allies alike.
Broken gritted his teeth as he regained his footing.
Even with the buffs from the Golden Paragon, this demon was proving to be nearly impossible to defeat.
Broken summoned the Legendary Golem Blackthorn to the battlefield.
With a thunderous crash, the colossal golem materialized. Wielding an enormous greatsword, Blackthorn wasted no time and charged directly at Focalor, its heavy footfalls shaking the ground.
At the very least, Blackthorn's presence relieved some of the pressure from Broken, taking on the critical role of tanking the heavy damage. This gave him a brief window to recalibrate his strategy while continuing to coordinate his team.
The battle raged on for another grueling three minutes, and the tension only grew heavier. This fight was exhausting, both physically and mentally, as Focalor remained virtually unscathed despite their desperate efforts.
Before anyone could react, Focalor closed the distance. His clawed hand extended and about
to reach Broken.
"Enough with the games, kiddo," Focalor snarled.
[The duration of the Golden Paragon summon has ended.]
No way!
Broken felt the crushing weight of reality as his stats plummeted, leaving him drastically
weakened.
The penalty for using the Avatar struck hard, locking him out of all his skills.
The final blow came swift and brutal. His health dropped to zero.
[You have triggered the Ethereal Form.]
A brilliant light enveloped his body, wrapping him in an ethereal glow. In this state, he was
immune to physical attacks-but still vulnerable to magic.
"Such an adorable way to try and cling to life," Focalor mocked.
Broken clenched his fists tightly. He could still survive this. If he used the Mask of Scorched
Fury, it would trigger the Fiery Rebirth skill, allowing him to resurrect and launch a
counterattack, no matter the cost.
Focalor, wearing a cold, thin smile, prepared his follow-up strike. Dozens of glowing magic circles appeared behind the Named Demon, ready to unleash a relentless barrage of attacks.
Suddenly, an explosion erupted around Broken, engulfing his vision in blinding light.
What just happened?
Before he could make sense of it, someone grabbed him from the side. The grip was firm, and
the next thing he knew, he was slung over a shoulder and whisked away at incredible speed.
"You're such a troublesome Guild Master! Can't any of you hold your ground without me around?" the figure said as they ran, carrying Broken on their shoulder, away from the clutches of the Named Demon.
Broken, still dazed from the sudden explosion and his health depletion, could barely process
what was happening.
At the same time, a ripple of shock spread through every member of Vensalor Guild, as a
notification lit up the guild chat.
[Maylock has logged into the game.]