Chapter 280 Rank 3
However, it was too late.
With a sly grin on his face, Alistair suddenly transformed.
Muscles bulged, and thick, coarse fur that was characteristic of wolves covered his body. Fangs grew, and there was even fur on his face. Even his ears had turned into those of a wolf!
He threw himself forward, and in that moment, he turned into a werewolf!
*Pak!* Sharp wolf claws twisted in the air, and a rank 2 Magus’ head was smashed into pieces. Red and white brain juices spilled all over the ground.
The large werewolf did not stop and fished out a vial of green liquid from the corpse. His eyes revealed craziness along with his elation, and he was prepared to jump and leave the area.
“Alistair!”
At this moment, the announcer, who had retreated to the sidelines, suddenly stood forward.
Under white rays of light, the announcer’s body underwent a huge change.
His face became elongated, and a white beard dragged across the ground.
An overwhelming, tremendous, and unparalleled spiritual force descended onto the area.
“Giant Tree!” As the old man spoke, a huge plant suddenly grew from the center of the platform. The thick vines on the tree constantly extended, even crushing firm rocks into powder.
The huge tree blocked the entrance at the top, giving the werewolf no routes to escape.
“Awoo…” The werewolf that Alistair had transformed into howled at the old man.
“A rank 3 light Magus!” Leylin, who was in a VIP room, widened his eyes in surprise.
This was the first time that he had seen someone at the most powerful rank amongst the light Magi!
A rank 3 Magus was the absolute peak in the south coast! They were indomitable powers that controlled both the dark and light Magi.
The moment this light Magus attacked, magnificent and splendid life spells ignited within the auction area.
The wooden tables and chairs seemed to grow lives of their own, spores growing on their surfaces and turning into vines and plants.
In that instant, the entire area turned into a green plant heaven, with the giant, ancient tree right in the centre. It reigned like an emperor, standing tall and unyielding.
“When plant-type spells reach this level, it’s already touching the surface of being a ‘domain’…” Leylin, who had the guidance of the Book of Giant Serpent, had foresight that far surpassed all the rank 2 Magi present. He was able to recognise how remarkable this rank 3 Magus was.
“But… plant-type? This somehow feels very familiar!”
Dark energy particles exploded in Leylin’s hands, and the green plants in the VIP room instantly turned to dust.
This rank 3 spell immediately made him think of Reynold, the rank 2 Magus from Four Seasons Garden. Whether in terms of spells or aura, they were much too similar.
“Could it be that this rank 3 Magus is Reynold’s mentor or relative?”
With this thought, all of Leylin’s plans to participate disappeared.
In the auction hall, there were very few Magi who had chosen to just observe without lifting a finger.
There were two or three Magi in VIP rooms that still maintained their silence, not planning to do anything.
Alistair had dared to utilise a flesh puppet to hinder the light Magi, even risking his life to steal the essence from the Wisdom Tree. Furthermore, he had almost succeeded.
Leylin could not help but be in awe at his decisiveness and patience.
It was a pity that with the suppression by a rank 3 Magus, any plans were all in vain.
No matter how well Alistair was able to deal with rank 2 Magi, he was definitely not a match for a rank 3 Magus.
*Ka-cha! Ka-cha!*
Within the boundaries of the green plants, the large black nets of mucus were quickly broken through by the many vines from all sorts of plants. The rank 2 Magi that struggled free quickly assembled behind the rank 3 Magus and secretly dispersed, trapping Alistair, who had turned into a werewolf, in the middle.
The furry werewolf in the middle kept howling at the Magi, a cunning look glinting in his eyes.
“Hm, something’s wrong!”
Leylin suddenly found an issue. Alistair, who was being surrounded, was much too calm about his current situation.
“Grab him!” The rank 3 Magus whose beard reached the ground seemed to have noticed something. His brows furrowed, and he quickly commanded the Magi behind him.
*Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!*
Several streaks of translucent magic arrows cut through the skies and produced whistling sounds, causing several Magi’s heads to explode.
*Bang! Bang!* A few light Magi immediately collapsed.
“What’s going on?” The light Magi around quickly retreated, all sorts of innate defensive spells flashing and appearing on their bodies.
Unfortunately, this was all useless!
The translucent arrows seemed to possess some terrifying magical power, and even the defences that rank 2 Magi spent all their energy on could not withstand them at all.
“Greta Abyssal Arrow? Fedlan, it’s you!”