Chapter 185: Airael: I’m at a Huge Loss!

Chapter 185: Airael: I’m at a Huge Loss!

They didn’t make Airael and the others wait long; soon, the ice sculpture trapping Mork began to make ominous noises.

Click clack!

Although the sound wasn’t too loud, it captured everyone’s attention.

Click clack!…

The strange noise continued, and clear cracks appeared on the ice sculpture.

The Dark Elves looked on with glee at this scene.

On the Human side, however, their momentum started to falter.

But it didn’t wane too much.

Even though Mork was about to break free, to them, Mork was no longer that invincible entity.

There were still people among them who could subdue Mork.

At that moment, the highly-anticipated Airael was staring unblinkingly at the ice sculpture.

Beneath that sculpture, she felt a familiar aura.

This aura was quite similar to what she sensed from Arthur earlier.

This astonishing discovery left Airael momentarily stunned.

She had approached Arthur to understand this familiar sensation.

It was something she hadn’t felt before.

But now, the reality told her that this sensation wasn’t unique to Arthur; other beings in the world also possessed it.

Mork right in front of her was a perfect example.

In that instant, Airael felt she was at a huge loss.

She hadn’t forgotten that her initial intent in getting close to Arthur was to understand this familiar aura.

For this, she had already paid a significant price.

Up until now, she had only felt it from two individuals, but there was a huge difference between the unique and the non-unique.

Moreover, didn’t this also mean she might sense the same familiar aura from other creatures in the future?

While Airael was lost in thought, the cracks on the ice sculpture multiplied rapidly.

Finally, with a loud “bang,” the entire ice sculpture exploded.

Under the impact wave, shards of ice flew in all directions.

Nearby Dark Elves and quite a few humans were injured by the debris.

Although they suffered some friendly fire, the Dark Elves didn’t care at all.

After regaining their footing, they looked at their general who had broken free, their eyes glowing with excitement.

Mork, now free, was surrounded by a layer of dark purple substance, looking as if flames were burning around him, but it gave off an ambiguous vibe.

Once Mork broke free from the ice, Airael snapped back to her senses.

As she looked at Mork’s appearance, new questions arose in her mind: Is this the essence of that aura?

The Human Soldiers looked at Mork, their eyes filled with fear.

Mork in this state was truly frightening; he exuded a sinister aura all over.

That aura felt like slaughter and death; they seemed to see themselves in the throes of being killed, looking utterly miserable.

Seeing themselves in that state,

Mork twisted his somewhat stiff neck, moved his body around, and then looked at Airael, who was gazing back at him, and said, “I truly underestimated you earlier!”

He spoke with great seriousness.

He had to admit this.

But Airael couldn’t feel the slightest bit happy upon hearing these words.

Mork in this state was undeniably much harder to deal with.

If he got serious now, how on earth could anyone fight him?

It was completely impossible!

Yet at this moment, Airael knew she absolutely couldn’t back down.

If she did, it would truly mean she lost.

Even if that meant suffering the humiliation of losing face, such pride couldn’t be easily discarded.

It was similar to integrity; once lost, it’s almost impossible to regain.

“Humph—!”

Thus, Airael let out a light snort and pumped up her momentum, unleashing it with fervor.

For an instant, her entire body was enveloped in golden magic power, appearing sacred and inviolable.

At the same time, a chilling aura permeated the battlefield, clashing against the sinister aura emanating from Mork.

The two auras provided a stark contrast: one righteous, one evil.

While it’s said that good ultimately overcomes evil, right now it felt like righteousness was no match for evil.

Mork looked quite relaxed, while Airael seemed burdened with immense pressure.

Mork eyed Airael with a playful expression.

That pure aura stirred some nostalgia in him.

However, he was no longer the same as before.

So, quickly, Mork wiped the playful expression off his face and started to take things seriously.

This made Airael feel even more pressure.

Under this enormous strain, Airael refused to give up.

If she backed down today, how would she face being the Elven Queen again?

It would be a major joke if the Elven Queen showed weakness against a banished Elven criminal.

So, she couldn’t back down.

Her hard-won goals over hundreds of years couldn’t just be easily destroyed.

Moreover, there were many others counting on her.

“Damn it! I won’t lose to you!”

Airael gritted her teeth and persevered.

Mork’s expression slowly darkened.

At first, his attacks seemed victorious, but gradually, he found it increasingly hard to gain any advantage over Airael.

What was this girl’s background?

Mork was shocked at Airael’s resilience.

Her strength didn’t match his, yet someone weaker could stand against him in terms of momentum.

You must know that trading blows in momentum didn’t involve any tricks; strength is strength, and weakness is weakness.

At this point, Mork found himself in a predicament.

He wasn’t making any major progress, but if he retreated, he would lose face!

He had made enough of a fool of himself today.

In a flash, Mork felt as if he had encountered his nemesis.

Meanwhile, Airael, who persisted under Mork’s attacks, wore a smile.

Not only was she not losing the battle of momentum, but she was also gaining far more from this brief encounter.

She could feel herself growing stronger, her control over her own powers becoming much more adept.

You could say she was undergoing a transformation.

Mork, however, had no idea, or he probably would’ve found a tofu block to smash his head against right there.

With Airael and Mork locked in a battle of momentum, neither the Dark Elf Soldiers nor the Human Soldiers made any moves, waiting for the two big shots to decide the outcome.

However, gradually the Dark Elves started to feel a bit restless.

General, this isn’t right!

Shouldn’t you be crushing the enemy into defeat?

Why does it feel like your power is waning?

The Dark Elves’ emotions began to shift, the initial fervor fading fast.

The brutal reality hit them hard.