Strong winds blew, casting dust into the air and making it difficult to breathe and see.
"You've gone too far, you bastard!" Elder Cowell yelled over all the noise. His voice sounded weaker than before and he was barely holding onto his sword.
He remained floating in the air but he was doubled-over and coughing up blood.
Back when he had fought against the black-scaled camel, he had been badly injured but it was nothing compared to now. He could only use about ten percent of his strength. Austin felt no sympathy for him when he couldn't even straighten up.
Austin continued to swing the pot at the old man relentlessly and he slowly began to give up.
Austin was much more powerful than he had thought.
"You bullied me first. Now I will take your life while you are weak!" Austin bellowed.
Austin opened his mouth and yelled until the veins on his neck stood up. Brilliant lights shone from every pore in his body and cast at the old man.
Moments later, the tri-point double-edged sword in front of Elder Cowell couldn't defend him any longer; he was too weak to speak.
Dented and bent, it flew through the air and landed stuck in the sand a couple meters away.
Now that he was left unprotected, black sea water rushed towards Elder Cowell, lifting threateningly over his head.
However, he wasn't about to die without putting up a fight. He focused as hard as he could and vital energy roared out of him in the form of light. It combined and rotated, forming a thick shield in front of him.
If he still had the ability to move, he would have given up and used his bodily movement skill to leave intact.
Sadly, he had no other choice but to fight with everything he had left.
"Go to hell, old man!"
Austin picked up the Pot of Chaos and began running towards his enemy. The sand flew up behind him as his feet dug into it, propelling him forwards.
"Run, young master! Let your father avenge me! I won't survive this one! Run now while you still can!" Elder Cowell shouted at the young man who was the son of the leader of the Unworldly Sect between the blood he was coughing up.
He knew when a battle was a lost cause and this one felt like it was over.
"From now on, you will be the top enemy of our sect. We will send our men to hunt you down anywhere you go in the Divine Continent!"
the young man whose father was the leader of the Unworldly Sect yelled at Austin, pointing at him with a shaking finger.
While he shouted this, Elder Cowell took one last breath, closed his eyes, and relaxed his body.
The gigantic wave of black sea water fell from the Pot of Chaos and poured on top of the old man.
Elder Cowell cried out and fell on the ground, resigning himself to his fate.
"You think you get to escape? Think again!"
Until that moment, the young man had forgotten that Austin was trying to kill all of them. He had been focused on his dying Elder Cowell.
Terrified, the young man reached into his pocket and pulled out a yellow rune card. As he lifted it, it caught on fire and yellow light consumed him. He was gone in a puff of smoke.
"The Teleportation Rune again!"
Austin sighed resignedly and stared forlornly at the spot where he had been moments ago.
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