Chapter 1745: 1745. Foster Son
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Chapter 1745 Chapter 1745. Foster Son
?It was not only his beast form, but his chaos armor was also coming to an end. To make matters worse, his HP was not in the best condition. He had received many hits. Without his Nine Yang Restoration, the damage he suffered remained. His HP bar was below half.
Despite his anger, an urgency to preserve his life came to the surface. But that urgency was soon doused when he remembered he had the immortal soul. The unwillingness to bear the shame of fleeing from these people he deemed to be beneath him made him stay. He continued to fight ferociously until his chaos armor expired.
He still couldn't use the Nine Yang Restoration. He also couldn't flee with his three opponents blocking his way. Not that he wanted to flee, though. His pet was occupied by Murong and Oswald, unable to come to his aid.
Long threw away all the thought of retreating. He had only one thought now, to take down one of his opponents before he was defeated. He redirected his anger from Wong to Grace. She was the reason why the tide of this battle turned. Despite what had happened, he still thought she was the most unqualified one to face him. He couldn't bear it if he didn't kill her before he fell.
But Grace had excellent defense and exceptional healing abilities. Her bloodline, Grandmother Oak, further improved her recovery abilities. When Long's HP fell to a critical rate, Grace's was still above half.
Even if Long didn't want to accept it, he couldn't deny the reality in front of him. At the final moment when his HP was just a sliver left, he felt his mind clearing. He sensed the finishing blow from behind him. He was strangely at peace. Somehow, he accepted this defeat, but then he sensed something else came in between him and this killing blow.
Domon's glaive landed a strike, but not on Long as Domon intended. The blade of the glaive instead hit Wong's back.
"Wong...," Domon uttered. Wong received damage but he wasn't in danger since he had received Grace's heals periodically.
"Halt!" Wong shouted when Grace was about to strike. Grace was startled by the mana-empowered shout. She stopped.
Long just stood there with the tiny HP he had left. He stared at Wong and asked, "What do you want?" Ñøv€lRapture marked the initial hosting of this chapter on Ñôv€lß¡n.
Long just stared at that hand for the longest time. Domon and Grace stood watch beside the two.
When Long finally acted, he slapped Wong's hand away and turned around. The celestial lindworm that was still fighting Murong and Oswald was unsummoned.
"If anyone wants to land the killing blow. Go ahead," he said. He then walked away.
Grace moved but Domon stopped her. Long was walking in the opposite direction from the capital. He was not joining the ongoing battle there. The path he was taking showed that he had severed his ties with World Maker.
Wong just stared at Long's back in silence. Domon put a hand on his shoulder.
"Give him time," Domon said to him. "I'm sure he will come around."
Wong sighed. He knew how stubborn his foster son was. The time Long needed would be a long one.
"We are letting that brat go?" Murong came and asked.
"He will no longer be a problem to us," Domon said. "With this, Master lost another heavenly enforcer."
"Four heavenly enforcers," Grace corrected. "John sent a message in team chat that his side had apprehended the enemy's tactician, Linda. With this, Master's arms have been mostly severed. Only Ronald is left."
"He still has another powerful arm up there," Murong said as she looked up.
The dragons were still tussling up there, and it didn't look good for their side.
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Chapter 1745 Chapter 1745. Foster Son
?It was not only his beast form, but his chaos armor was also coming to an end. To make matters worse, his HP was not in the best condition. He had received many hits. Without his Nine Yang Restoration, the damage he suffered remained. His HP bar was below half.
Despite his anger, an urgency to preserve his life came to the surface. But that urgency was soon doused when he remembered he had the immortal soul. The unwillingness to bear the shame of fleeing from these people he deemed to be beneath him made him stay. He continued to fight ferociously until his chaos armor expired.
He still couldn't use the Nine Yang Restoration. He also couldn't flee with his three opponents blocking his way. Not that he wanted to flee, though. His pet was occupied by Murong and Oswald, unable to come to his aid.
Long threw away all the thought of retreating. He had only one thought now, to take down one of his opponents before he was defeated. He redirected his anger from Wong to Grace. She was the reason why the tide of this battle turned. Despite what had happened, he still thought she was the most unqualified one to face him. He couldn't bear it if he didn't kill her before he fell.
But Grace had excellent defense and exceptional healing abilities. Her bloodline, Grandmother Oak, further improved her recovery abilities. When Long's HP fell to a critical rate, Grace's was still above half.
Even if Long didn't want to accept it, he couldn't deny the reality in front of him. At the final moment when his HP was just a sliver left, he felt his mind clearing. He sensed the finishing blow from behind him. He was strangely at peace. Somehow, he accepted this defeat, but then he sensed something else came in between him and this killing blow.
Domon's glaive landed a strike, but not on Long as Domon intended. The blade of the glaive instead hit Wong's back.
"Wong...," Domon uttered. Wong received damage but he wasn't in danger since he had received Grace's heals periodically.
"Halt!" Wong shouted when Grace was about to strike. Grace was startled by the mana-empowered shout. She stopped.
Long just stood there with the tiny HP he had left. He stared at Wong and asked, "What do you want?" Ñøv€lRapture marked the initial hosting of this chapter on Ñôv€lß¡n.
Long just stared at that hand for the longest time. Domon and Grace stood watch beside the two.
When Long finally acted, he slapped Wong's hand away and turned around. The celestial lindworm that was still fighting Murong and Oswald was unsummoned.
"If anyone wants to land the killing blow. Go ahead," he said. He then walked away.
Grace moved but Domon stopped her. Long was walking in the opposite direction from the capital. He was not joining the ongoing battle there. The path he was taking showed that he had severed his ties with World Maker.
Wong just stared at Long's back in silence. Domon put a hand on his shoulder.
"Give him time," Domon said to him. "I'm sure he will come around."
Wong sighed. He knew how stubborn his foster son was. The time Long needed would be a long one.
"We are letting that brat go?" Murong came and asked.
"He will no longer be a problem to us," Domon said. "With this, Master lost another heavenly enforcer."
"Four heavenly enforcers," Grace corrected. "John sent a message in team chat that his side had apprehended the enemy's tactician, Linda. With this, Master's arms have been mostly severed. Only Ronald is left."
"He still has another powerful arm up there," Murong said as she looked up.
The dragons were still tussling up there, and it didn't look good for their side.
Chapter 1745 Chapter 1745. Foster Son ?It was not only his beast form, but his chaos armor was also coming to an end. To make matters worse, his HP was not in the best condition. He had received many hits. Without his Nine Yang Restoration, the damage he suffered remained. His HP bar was below half. Despite his anger, an urgency to preserve his life came to the surface. But that urgency was soon doused when he remembered he had the immortal soul. The unwillingness to bear the shame of fleeing from these people he deemed to be beneath him made him stay. He continued to fight ferociously until his chaos armor expired. He still couldn't use the Nine Yang Restoration. He also couldn't flee with his three opponents blocking his way. Not that he wanted to flee, though. His pet was occupied by Murong and Oswald, unable to come to his aid. Long threw away all the thought of retreating. He had only one thought now, to take down one of his opponents before he was defeated. He redirected his anger from Wong to Grace. She was the reason why the tide of this battle turned. Despite what had happened, he still thought she was the most unqualified one to face him. He couldn't bear it if he didn't kill her before he fell. But Grace had excellent defense and exceptional healing abilities. Her bloodline, Grandmother Oak, further improved her recovery abilities. When Long's HP fell to a critical rate, Grace's was still above half. Even if Long didn't want to accept it, he couldn't deny the reality in front of him. At the final moment when his HP was just a sliver left, he felt his mind clearing. He sensed the finishing blow from behind him. He was strangely at peace. Somehow, he accepted this defeat, but then he sensed something else came in between him and this killing blow. Domon's glaive landed a strike, but not on Long as Domon intended. The blade of the glaive instead hit Wong's back. "Wong...," Domon uttered. Wong received damage but he wasn't in danger since he had received Grace's heals periodically. "Halt!" Wong shouted when Grace was about to strike. Grace was startled by the mana-empowered shout. She stopped. Long just stood there with the tiny HP he had left. He stared at Wong and asked, "What do you want?" NvlRapture marked the initial hosting of this chapter on Novln.Long just stared at that hand for the longest time. Domon and Grace stood watch beside the two. When Long finally acted, he slapped Wong's hand away and turned around. The celestial lindworm that was still fighting Murong and Oswald was unsummoned. "If anyone wants to land the killing blow. Go ahead," he said. He then walked away. Grace moved but Domon stopped her. Long was walking in the opposite direction from the capital. He was not joining the ongoing battle there. The path he was taking showed that he had severed his ties with World Maker. Wong just stared at Long's back in silence. Domon put a hand on his shoulder. "Give him time," Domon said to him. "I'm sure he will come around." Wong sighed. He knew how stubborn his foster son was. The time Long needed would be a long one. "We are letting that brat go?" Murong came and asked. "He will no longer be a problem to us," Domon said. "With this, Master lost another heavenly enforcer." "Four heavenly enforcers," Grace corrected. "John sent a message in team chat that his side had apprehended the enemy's tactician, Linda. With this, Master's arms have been mostly severed. Only Ronald is left." "He still has another powerful arm up there," Murong said as she looked up. The dragons were still tussling up there, and it didn't look good for their side.
