Divine Mask: I Have Numerous God Clones

Chapter 282: Dividing the Battlefield

The moment was thick with tension as the two groups of powerful elders faced each other near the Death Volcano. Elder Feris, Velkar, and the others from Necrovauld Academy wasted no time.

Without hesitation, they activated Nether Grip Command, infusing their bodies with dark, pulsating energy. Their skin turned a deep, menacing shade of red and black, veins glowing with nether energy, and their physical strength and resilience enhanced to terrifying levels.

Velkar's eyes gleamed with malice, his lips curling into a cruel smirk as he shouted, "Let's see how long your precious Celestial techniques last against this!" His voice dripped with contempt, the words laced with a menacing challenge that echoed across the battlefield.

Without hesitation, the Necrovauld and Malachor Clan elders charged forward, their movements swift and brutal, bodies enhanced by the pulsating nether energy coursing through them. The ground cracked beneath their feet, their speed and aggression overwhelming.

For a moment, the Celestial Academy elders stood still, eyes widening slightly as they felt the surge of dark mana. The oppressive power was undeniable. But instead of fear, their gazes sharpened with resolve.

"Looks like they're serious," Aric muttered under his breath, his voice low but steady, a grim smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. His sharp eyes quickly locked onto Elder Vorn, who was barreling toward him with unrelenting force.

"Come on, then," Aric growled, his tone filled with challenge. His lips pulled into a confident smirk as he activated Crushing Grasp, his muscles swelling with immense, titanic power. Your next chapter awaits on m v|l--NovelBin.net

Vorn's face twisted into a snarl, but before he could strike, Aric lunged forward, faster than a striking serpent. His hand closed around Vorn's torso, his grip like a steel vice, squeezing with enough power to shatter stone.

"Got you," Aric grunted, his voice brimming with satisfaction. He lifted Vorn effortlessly into the air, the muscles in his arms rippling with sheer strength. With a thunderous roar, Aric slammed Vorn into the ground, the impact sending tremors through the earth and scattering debris around them.

But as the dust settled, Aric's smirk faded. Vorn, still gripped in his Crushing Grasp, was far from broken. The nether energy surrounding him glowed ominously, his eyes burning with fury as he met Aric's gaze.

Vorn's lips curled into a sneer, his voice a low growl. "Did you really think that would be enough?"

To Aric's surprise, Vorn pushed against his grip, rising to his feet with a snarl of defiance. His body, reinforced by the nether energy, hadn't faltered, and the ground where he'd landed seemed more damaged than he was.

"Impressive," Aric muttered, his brows furrowing in realization. His voice was filled with grudging respect, but his eyes gleamed with new determination. "You're tougher than you look. This might actually be fun."

Vorn cracked his neck, his eyes cold and filled with contempt as he flexed his arms, shaking off the remnants of Aric's attack.

"You'll regret underestimating me, Celestial scum," he spat, his voice filled with venom. His expression twisted into a dangerous smile, the air around him growing darker as the nether energy flared.

"Let's see who regrets what," Aric shot back, his voice carrying a hint of amusement, though his stance grew more guarded, muscles tense and ready for the next move.

Meanwhile, Elder Sylph, her senses sharp in the midst of the escalating chaos, activated Zephyr Step. Her lips pressed into a tight line as her body blurred with lightning speed.

In a blink, she vanished from her spot, her form disappearing into a gust of wind as she retreated to a safer position.

"I need to reassess. This battle will require more than brute force," Sylph muttered under her breath, her eyes narrowing as she scanned the battlefield for an advantage. Her voice was calm, but beneath the surface, there was a razor-sharp edge of concentration.

But Elder Mirra had no intention of letting her slip away. A cold grin stretched across her face, her eyes gleaming with predatory intent.

"Running won't save you, Sylph," she hissed under her breath, her voice dripping with cold malice. With movements as fluid as water, Mirra darted after her target, gliding across the battlefield like a shadow.

Her gaze locked onto Sylph's retreating form, every step filled with calculated grace as she closed the distance. "There's no escape," she muttered, her voice a dangerous whisper. "You're mine."

As the two elders danced across the battlefield, the ground itself seemed to tremble under the intensity of their movements. The once unified field of combat was now breaking apart, each warrior seeking their own advantage.

Elder Darius, catching sight of the shifting battlefield, let out a deep, rumbling breath. "So, it's a fight on multiple fronts now," he muttered, his voice thick with resolve. With a steely expression, he activated Ember Infusion, his armor immediately bursting into glowing, molten flames.

The heat around him surged, radiating outward in powerful waves. His armor blazed a fiery red, each piece glowing with raw power as the flames wrapped around him like a living entity.

Darius clenched his fists, the fire crackling around his knuckles. "Let's see how long you can handle this," he said, his voice low and challenging. His gaze flicked toward Elder Feris and Velkar, who had decided to target him.

Velkar smirked, his dark eyes gleaming with anticipation as he observed Darius's transformation. "Think your flames can scare us?" Velkar taunted, his voice dripping with arrogance. "It'll take more than a little fire to stop us, Celestial scum."

Darius didn't respond with words, but the flames around him flared hotter in response to the challenge, the ground beneath him scorched black from the intensity of the heat. He lifted his chin slightly, eyes locked on his enemies, ready to unleash his full power.

The battlefield, now fractured into several zones, crackled with tension. Each elder had found their opponent, the air between them thick with the promise of destruction. The sound of clashing auras and roaring energy filled the space, a prelude to the carnage that was about to unfold.

"This is no ordinary skirmish," Darius murmured to himself, his gaze hard and unwavering. "This is a fight for more than pride."

And so, they stood apart, each elder in their own space, ready to unleash the full brunt of their power. There would be no interference, no distractions—only the pure clash of wills and might.

The battle was about to begin in earnest.