Chapter 149: Chapter149-The Ferocious Beast Imprisoned on the First Level of the Dark Tower
Grandmaster-tier mage!
At that moment, even though Owen had already sensed that there might be such powerful individuals among this group of mages from Middle Earth, the sudden attack from such a formidable figure still caused his heart to pound in fear.
The gap between a master-tier and a grandmaster-tier mage was as vast as that between an infant and an adult.
They were not on the same level at all.
If a master-tier mage had already mastered their domain, achieved elemental transformation, and was considered one of the most powerful beings in this world, then a grandmaster-tier mage had begun to merge with the world itself.
Wherever they stood was the center of the world, and they were the masters of that world!
In front of such a powerful being, a master-tier mage was merely like a child playing with fire.
As this formidable figure attacked, countless strategies flashed through Owen’s mind, but none of them could make him a match for the grandmaster-tier mage.
Any attempt to resist such a powerful being would be futile.
The mages present, including Henry, were all looking at Joseph in astonishment.
As prodigies of Middle Earth, they were even more aware of the immense power of a grandmaster-tier mage, someone they held in deep reverence.
After all, although Middle Earth produced many outstanding talents, very few could step into the realm of grandmaster-tier mages.
Such beings were exceedingly rare and highly respected among the various forces in Middle Earth.
“Unfortunately, even though Owen’s explosive power is astonishing, and even Kaldan was caught off guard, his protector is a temperamental senior.
With him intervening, Owen doesn’t stand a chance,” Henry and the others shook their heads slightly.
Though Owen’s injury to Kaldan had greatly shocked them, surviving in Middle Earth, or indeed on the entire continent, required not only one’s strength but also a strong background.
Without background, one had no resources, and even someone as extraordinarily talented and with limitless potential as Owen could be easily eliminated for offending the wrong person.
What good is immense talent if you cannot survive?
In the end, a prodigy who cannot live to their full potential is nothing more than an empty shell.
“Indeed, it is no wonder that someone who has obtained the divine skill Supreme Order possesses such astonishing explosive power. However, to be so arrogant without any backing is nothing short of courting death,” remarked the three prodigies from noble families present, with a hint of regret in their voices.
No one believed that Owen had any chance of resisting once Joseph decided to act. Such a powerful figure held significant standing in Middle Earth, let alone here in this place.
As the crowd looked at Owen with complicated expressions, Joseph had already appeared in front of him, as if the very fabric of time and space was under his control.
“How dare you strike so ruthlessly against someone under my protection, you savage and brutal native! You must pay the price for your actions!” Joseph’s voice boomed with fury. “Today, I shall strip you of your rank, cripple your limbs, as punishment!”
With those words, he brought his palm down toward Owen’s forehead.
The strike seemed to compress the void itself, freezing everything within a radius of dozens of miles into a solidified space.
An invisible and terrifying force pressed down from all directions, binding Owen’s body so tightly that he couldn’t move.
Faced with the true power of this grandmaster-tier mage, Owen increasingly felt the immense disparity in their strengths.
With just a single move, Owen found himself with no way to avoid it, as if it were his destiny to suffer this blow, to be stripped of his rank and have his limbs crippled.
In the next moment, as Owen deeply sensed the overwhelming difference between himself and the Protector, the Godslayer Staff within him suddenly emitted a brilliant, dazzling light.
When the Protector locked onto him, Owen had already felt the Godslayer Staff trembling within him, as if provoked. However, Owen had been suppressing this tremor all along.
Now, as the Protector, like an emperor passing judgment from on high, sought to condemn him, Owen refused to accept it.
“A grandmaster-tier mage’s Protector? You think I don’t have one?” Owen suddenly raised his hand, and a black ring identical to Leslie’s emitted a faint blue light.
As the light spread, an obsidian gate suddenly appeared before Owen.
The gate was ancient, with faint traces of blood and menacing claw marks on its surface, exuding a terrifying and ominous power that sent chills down one’s spine.
Creak-
In the next moment, the tightly shut obsidian gate slowly began to open, producing a teeth-grating sound.
At the same time, a crimson light emanated from within the gate, casting its eerie glow onto the Protector.
At this point, the Protector was still surprised that Owen had managed to break free from his suppression, and then he noticed the appearance of the obsidian gate.
Standing very close to Owen, the Protector was almost right at the entrance of the gate.
As it opened, his pupils suddenly contracted in shock.
He saw a pair of scarlet, restless eyes within the gradually opening gate.
From those eyes, he glimpsed an endless sea of skeletons, composed of countless crimson bones.
He also saw a majestic figure that twisted his very mind.
It was the shadow of a being so immense that it seemed to overlook the entire cosmos, vast beyond measure, as though the heavens and earth themselves were beneath its colossal form.
To gaze upon it felt like blasphemy, a sin that stirred deep within one’s soul!
While the Protector was momentarily dazed by what he saw, the obsidian gate fully opened.
Against the backdrop of a grand starry sky, a pure white nine-tailed fox, its feet stepping on the sun, moon, and stars, suddenly leaped out!
As it burst forth from the obsidian gate, the entire world trembled, mountains and rivers lost their color, and reality itself seemed to waver as if it was becoming unreal.
With the appearance of the kitsune, the faces of Henry and the others suddenly changed.
Although they didn’t know the exact level of the kitsune before them, they were certain of one thing: any being that could cause the mountains and rivers to lose their color and the earth to tremble could only be a god!
This kitsune was undoubtedly an existence beyond their imagination, a terrifying entity of unimaginable power!
As the others looked on in shock, the kitsune that had burst out from the obsidian gate cast a glance at the ancient Joseph.
With a sudden, sweeping motion of its nine fluffy, pink fox tails, it sent a wave of what seemed like a shower of beautiful pink petals forward.
Joseph, who had just regained his senses, was immediately struck, coughing up blood as he was sent flying backward, his body covered in countless fine scratches.
This kitsune was the very monster imprisoned on the first level of the Dark Tower!
At that moment, Owen carefully observed the creature. Despite Leslie having mentioned it to him before, he was still somewhat taken aback upon seeing its true form.
After all, he had always assumed that the terrifying beast imprisoned one level lower was some kind of fearsome cat demon.
But now, seeing it in person, he realized it was actually the legendary kitsune!
“Such an ugly old creature should stay buried in its grave! Coming out to scare people is entirely your fault. I absolutely detest old and ugly beings like you,” the kitsune remarked disdainfully after sending Joseph flying with a single swipe of its tail.
In a flash of crimson light, it transformed into a stunning beauty, dressed in a peach blossom gown, with hair cascading down carelessly.
Her eyes were a bewitching shade of crimson, her scent carried an alluring floral fragrance, and her skin was so fair and rosy that it seemed like it could drip water.
A pair of long, slender legs emerged from the side of her gown, as white and tempting as ivory.
Her figure was nothing short of perfection—any more would be too much, and any less would be too little.
Her face exuded an aura of mature elegance, and she cast a disdainful glance at Joseph, who was now embedded in the ground.
“No wonder she’s one of the monstrous beings sealed within the Dark Tower—her power is as domineering as her eccentric personality,” Owen thought, his attention fully focused on the kitsune.
After seeing her transform into a human and begin berating Joseph, his expression grew more serious.
Previously, Leslie had been short of a divine stone and only had the Order of Ice, which was not enough to fully suppress the Dark Tower.
But now, with Owen’s divine stone and the Orders of Thunder, Fire, Ice, and Water combined, they could directly summon the monstrous beings within the Dark Tower to help them fight.
Of course, what they released was merely an avatar of the creature.
However, for dealing with a grandmaster-tier individual, this avatar would suffice.
Even so, Owen wasn’t entirely confident that he could command her to act.
After all, his and Leslie’s control over the Dark Tower was still very rudimentary, and their levels were far too low.
Asking her to intervene and help fend off this grandmaster-tier Protector was a risky move.
His current strength was still insufficient to handle such a Protector effectively.
As Owen observed the kitsune, she glanced back at him, nodding in approval. “Your strength might not be impressive, but you’ve got the looks. You’re definitely more handsome than that old man and the others—you’re just my type. Since I’m bored, I’ll help you teach him a lesson this time, but don’t expect this to become a habit.”
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