"ROAR!"
The Tyrant's head alone was nearly one meter tall and one meter wide.
Because it couldn't get out of the grave for a long time, and was constantly being attacked by fireballs, the Tyrant had become completely enraged.
BOOM!
Meanwhile, Ethan kept one eye on his experience points.
At the same time, he kept trying every possible way to stop this Tyrant, its face half rotted away, the remaining half of its skin hanging loose, both eyes with no eyelids, from emerging.
[Great Fireball Technique – Level 3: EXP 460/500]
[Spiritual Power: 96/5000]
"Just four more Great Fireballs and I'll level up!"
But Ethan's spiritual power had already been completely drained. It hadn't even recovered to 100 yet, and he was already starting to feel dizzy, his vision blurring.
That meant his spiritual power was being overdrawn again.
And as the overdraft got worse, Ethan noticed his recovery speed getting slower and slower.
'How the hell am I supposed to keep going like this?'
Rumble!
The Tyrant had been toyed with by Ethan for too long.
It finally couldn't endure it any longer, let out a furious roar, and its massive body leapt cleanly out of the grave. Dust filled the air along with a thick, rotting stench.
BOOM!
The moment the Tyrant landed, Ethan could feel the ground beneath him trembling.
'So this is the Tyrant in its complete form?'
Ethan looked up at the figure in the dust. A nearly ten-meter-tall massive greenish rotting body, muscles bulging everywhere. Even though most of it had decayed to the point of peeling flesh, it still didn't stop the Tyrant from showing off its physique.
Not only that… Ethan noticed that the Tyrant was dragging a giant axe in its hand.
The axe was rusted all over, but the blade alone was nearly two to three meters wide. A chunk of metal that size had to weigh at least one or two tons, right?
Yet in the Tyrant's hand, it looked completely effortless.
However… as the Tyrant's full form appeared before Ethan.
He noticed that on the Tyrant's chest, there was a massive wound. Even its ribs had been pierced through by something, leaving behind a pitch-black cavity.
And from that wound, black fluid kept oozing out.
One look was enough to tell… this had to be the Tyrant's fatal wound from back then.
[Wound: The Tyrant's heart is hidden within it. If you can strike the functional organs of the Tyrant's body, you might be able to bring it down.]
"As expected!"
The moment Ethan saw the prompt, his eyes lit up.
He quickly checked his spiritual power. It had just recovered enough to release one enlarged Great Fireball.
[Spiritual Power: 100/5000]
"Aim!"
BOOM!
Ethan hurled an enlarged Great Fireball straight at the Tyrant's chest.
The Tyrant's exposed eyeballs, lacking eyelids, immediately locked onto Ethan. Then it swung its massive axe, effortlessly slicing the enlarged Great Fireball in half.
The split fireball instantly dissipated, vanishing into the night.
"FUCK!"
Ethan stared at the fireball being cut apart, unwilling to accept it.
Frustration surged in his chest.
He shouldn't have used the enlarged Great Fireball directly. Even though its power was massive, the problem was its speed. It hadn't even reached the Tyrant's wound before it got destroyed.
If he had known the Tyrant's axe was this fast, he should've used level one or level two Great Fireballs instead.
Level one Great Fireballs were not only fast but also consumed less spiritual power.
One level one fireball only needed about 5 spiritual power.
Level two fireballs were stronger and faster than level one, and only required about 20 spiritual power.
With 100 spiritual power, he could've released at least five level two fireballs.
Now this was bad.
Ethan's dizziness was getting worse. That last fireball had practically drained everything he had. He was now in a state of severe spiritual overload.
Ethan shook his head hard, forcing himself to stay conscious as he staggered backward several steps, widening the distance from the Tyrant.
At this moment, seeing his disciple stubbornly pushing this far, Nostradamus couldn't stand it anymore and quickly called out, "Kid, do you want my help?"
"No need for help!", Ethan shouted while running off to the side, "But can you return my equipment? Against something at this level, I can't take it down with just a couple of Great Fireballs, can I?"
"Uh…"
Nostradamus gave an awkward laugh.
The next second, Ethan's tail ring and backpack appeared not far from him.
Seeing this, Ethan felt life rush to his head.
He was just about to rush over to pick up his gear, recover his spiritual power, and then fight the Tyrant for another three hundred rounds.
But before he could even take a step forward, he felt a subtle sense of danger. The hairs on his back stood on end. Not only did he not dare move forward, he immediately rolled to the side on the spot.
Sure enough, the very next moment, a massive axe came crashing down, almost exactly where Ethan had just rolled away from.
If he had been even a second slower, he would've been split in two.
"Heh! Heh! Heh!"
But as Ethan rolled to the other side.
He suddenly heard a cold laugh from the Tyrant. When he looked up, he realized that at some point, he had already fallen into a trap set by the Tyrant.
The Tyrant's foot was coming down toward him.
Dust and a foul stench rushed toward his face. Ethan instinctively raised his arms to shield his head.
Even though he knew his arms couldn't possibly protect him, it was a reflex, his body reacted faster than his mind.
But at that moment…
Flash!
A streak of white light flashed before his eyes, preventing the Tyrant's foot from coming down no matter what.
Only then did Ethan realize that the Guardian Necklace had saved his life again. At this point, he finally understood why Nostradamus had been standing on the tree trunk watching all along, without coming down to help.
So Nostradamus knew he had a protective artifact, which was why he wasn't in a hurry to save him.
"ROAR!"
The Tyrant stomped down and failed to crush Ethan, this annoying bug, to death. It grew even more enraged.
It raised its foot again, preparing to stomp down on Ethan once more.
The Guardian Necklace could only be used once per day.
Naturally, Ethan wasn't stupid enough to stay where he was and wait to be crushed. He took the opportunity to roll aside, then quickly ran toward his equipment.
One hand grabbed the tail ring, the other grabbed the advanced backpack.
Then Ethan circled around a tree, slinging the backpack onto his back while quickly putting on the tail ring. At the same time, he took out a bottle of mana recovery potion.
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