Wizard World Irregular-Chapter 967: The Prince Of The Tides [Part 2]

Countless Wind Blades descended from the sky, aiming at the young man who was riding the waves as if he were surfing over the water.

Since the Four Chieftains were fighting against the heavy hitters of the Ocean Races, their subordinates ignored them and focused on the armies that were right in front of their eyes. Ethan had been solely evading the attacks of the Black-Haired Man, but he soon decided to counterattack, summoning countless water spears that shot up to the sky like missiles.

He wasn't just aiming for the Black-Haired Man, but also for the flying ships that were high up in the sky.

The Black-Haired Man snorted and waved his hand, creating a powerful gust of wind that repelled the Water Spears aimed at the Flying Ships.

"Rise higher!" the Black-Haired Man ordered. "Go above the clouds!"

The Captains of the various ships promptly obeyed their Chieftain's command and maneuvered the ships to rise above the clouds.

But how could Ethan allow them to leave that easily?

Raising his Sea God's Trident, he commanded the lightning bolts to unleash a barrage of lightning on the ships.

The smaller flying ships failed to endure the bombardment and were obliterated completely, making parts of the ship, as well as those who were riding on it, fall helplessly to the sea. Despite Ethan's efforts, only a dozen small Flying Ships were destroyed. The rest managed to rise above the clouds, outside the reach of the lightning bolts threatening to destroy them. Before the Black-Haired Man could even laugh at the young man's attempt to destroy their Flying Army, the lightning bolts that had lost their targets all rained down in his direction, making his face turn pale.

Out of desperation, the Black-Haired Man tossed a token in the distance.

A second later, he swapped places with the token that he had thrown, evading the dozens of lightning bolts that had locked onto his previous location.

The Black-Haired Man had lived for over two hundred years, so he had plenty of artifacts and tricks that he could employ to fight against the young man, whom he had labeled as the leader of the Ocean Races.

Facing such a threat, he no longer held back and activated an artifact that drastically increased his magical powers.

This artifact could only be used four times, and he had already used it once in the past.

After using it again, it only had two more charges.

The Black-Haired Man knew that holding back wasn't an option, especially when they were in such a disadvantageous position.

A surge of power spread inside his body, making him feel invincible.

With a wave of his hand, the dark clouds above his head dispersed, allowing everyone to see the Flying Ships in the sky. The aircrafts once again started to unleash their counterattack on those that were fighting below them.

Ethan was tempted to attack the Flying Ships in the sky, but Sebastian and his Other Half advised against it.

'If you go up there, you will lose your geographical advantage,' Sebastian commented. 'Also, you will be fighting against tens of thousands of Fomorians. If they worked together with your current opponent, you would be unable to deal any substantial damage to their army.' 'Sebastian is right,' Ethan's Other Half nodded. 'It will be best if you wipe out all the ships that are on the sea before you deal with those in the sky. Also, have you noticed Godfrey? That guy is watching us from the top of that Flying Carriage.'

Ethan gave the Vampire Lord a sidelong glance before shifting his attention back to his opponent.

He was so busy fighting against the Fomorians that he didn't notice that an old acquaintance was currently watching his fight.

But right now, he didn't have the time nor the patience to worry about the Vampire Lord.

The enemy in front of him was growing stronger by the minute, so Ethan knew that he would need to take this fight seriously as well.

A part of him wanted to use the Cauldron of the Twilight to drag the Fomorian inside its domain.

However, he was very reluctant to do so, fearing that something unexpected might happen to the Ocean Races while he was dealing with the Black-Haired Man inside the domain.

If he were fighting alone, he wouldn't even hesitate to do it.

But Illumina and the others seemed hard-pressed against their enemies.

The Purple-Haired Lady wasn't a Chieftain in name only.

The flames she wielded were extremely powerful, and she could use them over a wide area.

As she fought against Illumina, she made sure to not only target her but also the members of the Ocean Races behind her.

She always positioned herself in a place where she could take absolute advantage of the battle, so even when Illumina dodged her attack, those behind the Mermaid Princess would suffer, which was frustrating the latter to no end.

The One-Eyed Giant, whom Ethan had wounded earlier, had regenerated his injuries and was fighting against the Naga King, who was the strongest member among the Ocean Races, second only to the Mermaid Princesses.

Even he, who was born to one of the most fierce races in the Sea, was unable to subdue the One-Eyed Giant, whose strength was equivalent to his own.

Princess Wilhelmina, on the other hand, was only stalling the Two-Horned Giant, preventing him from helping the rest of his comrades. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

She was doing an extremely good job, frustrating her opponent.

Still, a variable could happen at any moment, which was why Ethan didn't wish to leave the battlefield.

With Sebastian and his Other Half paying attention to his surroundings, he would be able to respond in time if something out of the norm were to happen.

'I guess that is my only choice,' Ethan thought.

Using Ashmedai's Legacy, Ethan created six perfect clones of himself, which headed in the direction of Illumina, Wilhelmina, and the Naga King.

The Black-Haired Man felt that these weren't ordinary clones, so he tried to stop their

advance.

But before he could do that, a flaming spear flew towards him, making his eyes widen in

shock.

"Areadbhair?!" The Black-Haired Man immediately recognized one of the Treasures of the Tuatha De Danann, which had slayed countless Fomorians in the past.

This was a weapon that made even the most bloodthirsty and savage Fomorian feel apprehension, for the Flaming Spear's tyranny had been planted in the deepest corners of

their hearts and minds.

Knowing that he was facing such a Legendary Artifact, the Black-Haired man no longer paid any attention to the six clones and immediately evaded the Flaming Spear. Areadbhair's flames increased by several folds as if recognizing the enemies that it fought against in the past.

It locked on the location of the Black-Haired Man, refusing to let him go so easily.

Ethan gave his six clones a sidelong glance before three pairs of angelic wings unfurled behind his back.

He then flew towards the skies, following his enemy, who had decided that he had a greater chance of survival by taking the battle high in the sky so that his subordinates could assist him in fighting against the young man, whose threat level had risen several times in his heart.