The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

Chapter 243 God's Vortex

When Ezra said that, Theor Galearms vanished from sight.

"Where did he go?" Toria asked himself in shock.

Usopp yelled. "Above!"

"What is it?" Toria was immediately alarmed, and also jerked his head upwards, only to find Theor Galearms descending with his body spinning rapidly.

Astonishing waves of golden spiritual energy came out of his body, and both of his hands held the curved swords.

It was a mid-tier Gamma layer technique.

"Th-that's God's Speed! How did he manage to learn it?" Toria's pupils shrank violently.

Under countless gazes tinged with alarm and shock, Theor descended down at astonishing speed. "God's Vortex"

Golden light abruptly exploded from him as the surrounding spiritual energy rapidly swept over. In the short span of a few seconds, Theor Galearms transformed into a giant spiritual energy vortex that was over 30 meters tall.

The vortex began to descend, crushing down on Toria.

"AH!" Fear rose on Toria's face as he hastily circulated his spiritual energy, both arms reaching out to push back.

"Urgh!" However, his hands bleed the moment his hands came into contact with the vortex. It was indescribably heavy and barbed, pushing down on him till his entire body began to creak. An intense sharp pain spread along his arms, making them feel as if they were about to snap.

His body was forced down bit by bit, nothing changing no matter how he howled.

The vortex seemed to have a spiritual energy suppressive effect. Once touched, it would continuously seal away and suppress one's spiritual energy while acutely cutting the prey.

Countless gazes all over the vortex watched in shock as Toria was easily suppressed and injured by the move of God's Speed spiritual technique. No one had expected Theor Galearms to be capable of employing such an attack.

To think that his God's Speed mastery had reached such a level!

"Toria!"

Usopp and gang turned pale with fright, evidently completely unable to imagine that Toria would be suppressed by Theor after a single exchange.

They gritted their teeth and shot forward, intending to help.

However, when they were a few feet from Toria, a fire dome suddenly began rising from the ground, like an incomparably hot dome of fire that cut Toria off from the outside world.

It was the next Djinn of Cult, Xyr's move.

Usopp and gang frantically attacked the fire dome, causing it to shake violently. Although the dome looked as if it would not last for long, inside it, Toria looked even worse off as he desperately tried to endure.

Ezra Zephyr gazed at the bitterly persevering Toria and asked in an indifferent voice, "Are you convinced now?"

Toria's face twisted as he redoubled his efforts to withstand the giant vortex. His entire body trembled uncontrollably as it dripped with sweat, unable to say even a single word.

By the side, Ray Lime, Rock and the rest involuntarily swallowed at this scene. They never imagined the powerful Toria would be forced into such a miserable state by the subordinate of Ezra Zephyr.

Although it was partly because Toria had been caught off guard, Theor's mastery over his spiritual technique had exceeded everyone's expectations.

When they looked towards Ezra Zephyr, there was now a faint unfathomable feeling.

They were not the only ones. Even the other disciples now looked towards Ezra with respect.

"Ezra Zephyr, tell your dog to better not hurt him!"

When Toria was rapidly approaching his last legs, Drake was finally no longer able to restrain himself. He had originally intended for Toria and the gang to embarrass Ezra Zephyr, causing the weak alliance he had created to fall to pieces.

But he never expected that Ezra would have such remarkable martial masters at his bay.

Not only had Drake failed to strike a blow to Ezra's reputation, but it had also ended up growing instead.

If Drake allowed Toria to be killed by Theor Galearms before his eyes, his reputation would be harmed.

However, Ezra did not show even the slightest response to Drake's shout.

"Ezra, this is too much!"

Iciness flashed in Drake's eyes, no longer hesitating as he violently jerked his sleeve. A dozen feet wide torrents of spiritual energy swept forth, surging towards the giant vortex. He had finally made his move.

The prince's gaze flashed as the short sword in his hand also jerked.

The sword named Efsa gleamed, its bluish hue seemingly turning into a stream of sky colour as it whizzed forth.

Black lightning danced around Efsa as it smashed into the spiritual energy flood.

~BOOM~

A violent explosion swept outwards. The short sword Efsa knocked away before it returned to Ezra.

At this instant, however, Ezra Zephyr extended a hand and said "Kill him."

The giant vortex shook as it suddenly pushed down with more power, Theor was using every bit of his power to crush the enemy.

"AHHH!" Screamed Toria.

The God's Vortex powerfully slammed into the ground, flattening his entire body. It was a very miserable sight, he was covered in gashes and blood.

"I yield! I yield!" He screamed, no longer able to bear the pain.

A flood of spiritual energy blasted the giant Vortex, blowing Theor away. Theor balanced himself in mid-air and landed on the ground.

Specks of light seemed to dance as they filled the sky.

The entire Energy Mountain was deathly silent as countless gazes looked towards Drake, the latter's handsome face currently an angry shade of steely green.

He darkly glared at Theor as a terrifying aura began to rise from his body.

A split second later, he turned his eyes to Ezra and an eerily cold voice slowly rang out from his mouth.

"Filthy werewolf, you are dead meat now!"

When Drake's bone-chilling voice rang out, an alarming torrent of spiritual energy ferociously exploded from his body like a storm.

Cracks began to extend on the ground below his feet.

The expression of the numerous disciples in the vicinity changed slightly, somewhat unable to bear the spiritual energy pressure as they backed away.

A sliver of fear flitted across the eyes of Rock, Ray Lime, Ash Bekham and the rest when they looked towards Drake, now understanding the gap between them and the latter.

As the true-blue number one disciple of the outer mountains, Drake Tubble was someone they both feared and respected.