Lord Evolution: Starting With SS-rank Skills-Chapter 273: The Cult (43)

"My pleasure!"

Xandros replied in a sinister tone and flashed a grin at D'andre, as though silently urging him to prepare himself.

D'andre opened his inventory and swiftly retrieved several potent potions which he promptly consumed at the speed of light, as their effects began manifesting immediately.

The minor injuries he had sustained from slaying those bastards quickly healed, leaving him even more invigorated and prepared for his next fight.

"Time for those two bastards!"

He muttered to himself as he began preparing himself.

Dust rose up under his feet as he appeared to be charging up for an attack and then..

BOOM!

Causing a small explosion and sending forth a shockwave, D'andre rocketed toward the dark-blooded brothers.

On his hand, a powerful veil of light magic materialized, clenched into a formidable punch.

"Hehe."

Xandros chuckled and descended with supernatural speed toward the white-haired archmage, his hands enveloped in potent dark energy.

VVHRRRRMM

A loud hum, reminiscent of missiles rocketing, resounded through the air as the two powerhouses drew closer.

TSHAOOOOMMM!!!

In that instant, their powers collided in a fierce, radiant burst, the sound resembled a mythical roar—a ripping, explosive impact that merged the brilliance of light with the menace of darkness.

A massive, powerful shockwave resulted from the collision, spreading at an astonishing speed and force across the expanse.

Clouds that had been gently flowing above were abruptly disrupted.

Small objects below were forcefully uprooted while tall, strong trees either bent under the shockwave's force or lost a large portion of their upper bodies.

The weaker mages fighting below, along with the captives and cultists, were tossed high into the air by the overwhelming force.

Including Rowan, everyone was pushed away from their previous positions before they could even react to the thundering roar of colliding light and darkness.

The impact of the simple punch exchanged between two powerhouses disrupted nature on an immense scale.

However, the powerhouses remained unscathed.

Alister stayed suspended midair with his hands folded, his focus fixed on his brother and the white-haired powerhouse, he even maintained a calm smile, a complete contrast to the chaos unfolding around him.

As for the harbinger of this chaos...

They both withdrew from the collision, creating a brief distance between themselves as they exchanged a tense stare-down before closing in for another attack.

"You evil bastards! I shall bring your end!"

D'andre declared with raw rage and seething hatred.

"Our end? You overestimate yourself too much for a common archmage,"

Xandros scoffed.

BOOM!

BOOM!

The collision of their attacks generated explosions that continually disrupted nature with every moment.

None of them gained the upper hand, and none appeared to be on the losing side, they simply exchanged fierce attacks while hurling curses at one another.

Their assaults were powerful enough to obliterate the mages below, yet to them it seemed nothing more than ordinary punches one might naturally endure during a brawl!

Thankfully, they were deep within a forest, surrounded by both nature and mages.

Had they been in a settlement of ordinary humans, those people would undoubtedly have suffocated to death under their overwhelming aura or been reduced to nothing by the aftereffects of their assaults, not only that, but the houses would have certainly been turned to sand and dust!

"Already, they are this strong and they aren't even at the peak of magic cultivation yet!"

Rowan was thrilled.

This was his first time witnessing a battle between powerhouses, and he was already pondering how disastrous a fight between beings stronger than them could be, what might a duel between super mages truly look like, and to what extent would the damage of their attacks be?

"I always thought of myself as the strongest back in Winterseed. But even I would not be capable of producing even one percent of the power these two are using right now, even at my peak state! If D'andre had never shown up, how could I have dealt with these two monsters?"

He kept muttering to himself from the position to which the shockwave had tossed him.

Others were present around him.

He witnessed one of the weaker captives perish after colliding with a sharp protrusion on a massive tree.

Some were gravely injured.

While others sustained only minor wounds, like Riela.

Thankfully, Dragun, who had been observing the battle between the powerhouses from the very beginning, quickly shielded himself and Riela the moment he saw D'andre rocketing toward Xandros, as an experienced mage, he knew the impending collision between the two would bring nothing but destruction upon the weaker mages, so he acted decisively.

Although it was a split-second maneuver, it managed to protect both of them from the full brunt of the shockwave, and they incurred only light injuries that would naturally mend over the course of several days.

Rowan sustained minor scratches on his hand, while Eliman broke his arm after being hurled to the ground with immense force.

Aside from the captives, the cultists also suffered injuries.

And the clash rendered them even more helpless.

STOMP!

BASH!

SWING!

The purple hobgoblins—numbering about a dozen—resumed the battle almost immediately after the shockwave subsided.

The dark mages, who had not yet regained their full composure, were caught off guard and brutally smashed to death by the purple hobgoblins.

Dozens of them lost their lives.

Their numbers were drastically reduced, now equaling that of the captives of even less.

And their numbers continued to dwindle thanks to the relentless assault of the purple hobgoblins who kept smashing without stop.

Victory among the weaker caste on the battlefield was already in favor of the righteous side, with evil and darkness once again rendered powerless and defeated by good and light.

As for the stronger caste, the momentum of the battle alternated frequently, sometimes favoring the bright side and at other times the dark side.

From the perspective of the weaker caste, darkness and light zapped across the sky, darting from one point to another at lightning fast speed, impossible to notice with ordinary eyes.