The Golem Mage

800: Aura Pressure.

800: Aura Pressure.

Seeing Alec join the High-Rank battle, the Fourth and Third Elders of the Gordons clan could no longer afford to be lax, they grew more serious, their instincts urging them to move closer to him, so if something were to happen or if the Mental-type zombie devised a plan to target Alec, they would be within reach to support him.

However, the zombies they faced were no fools, they too have received orders from the Mental Type Zombie and they wouldn’t allow the Gordons clan elders to break away so easily.

The Peak Tier 7, Agility-type zombie was no longer the one on the desperate side; now, it was the Fourth Elder struggling to break free from the fighting, as the tide of battle kept shifting, the desperation passes back and forth between them.

On the Third Elder’s side, the two Agility-type zombies avoided direct confrontation, fully aware they were no match for his power.

They had observed his previous kills and were sticking to the Mental-type zombie’s orders, which was to wear him down until reinforcements arrived.

But the Third Elder was done playing, his golden armour, which had begun losing its shine and showing streaks of silver, suddenly surged into overdrive, but this shift came at a cost.

The Third Elder had just began to use his mana to rejuvenate his golem instead of letting it do it itself.

Due to the gap in power between them, the duration of support his Golden Golem could provide had been significantly reduced, as it simply couldn’t keep up with its master’s High-Rank mana.

Though the Third Elder had already stepped into the Tier 7 Mage realm, but his golem still remained at the peak of Tier 6 realm, though it had shown signs of evolving for a long time now, since its body had taken on a golden hue as proof of its nearing ascension to the High-Rank.

In fact, the golem had reached this threshold even before its master, but without the necessary resources to push it further, even the Third Elder had been able to gain a breakthrough to the High ranks before it.

Though the golem could still augment the Third Elder’s strength, but its effectiveness was reduced and dwaning.

As it wore out its mana, specks of silver started to appear on its golden armour frame, signalling its limits.

Since it had stopped augmenting him, the Third Elder had no choice but to pour his mana into it, restoring it to an optimal state, however, this course of action doubled his mana consumption, draining his reserves at an alarming rate.

Swing!

Titan hurled his mace through the air, channelling more mana into its handle he gripped to extend the ice chains supporting its flight.

Bang!

The Strength-type zombie barely noticed the incoming attack before it struck, though it attempted to turn, but its movements were sluggish from the frost that had spread, and the ice mace slammed into its back, sending it a few meters away from the infected mage.

Titan remained silent as he pulled the chain back, and the ice chains retracting smoothly until the spiked mace head reattached itself to the handle, appearing once more as an ordinary weapon.

The Tier 7 Strength-type zombie turned its gaze toward the three figures encircling it.

Titan stood to its left, Legion to its right, while Alec had just reached the infected mage’s location, without hesitation, Alec tossed a Tier 6 healing pill toward the mage.

“Take this and eat it.

You owe me big time,” Alec said, eyeing the mage, whose body was already covered in dark, vein-like lines spreading up to his neck.

“What?” the mage muttered, staring at Alec in confusion, he couldn’t understand why a Tier 5 Mage was standing before him, let alone ordering him around.

But Alec didn’t have the patience to argue, as the mage hesitated, Alec’s bloodlust began to seep out, thick and oppressive.

The already weakened Tier 7 Mage, who had been battling the zombie virus, looked at Alec and felt as if he were staring at a demon.

Behind Alec, the mage swore he saw a vision, an endless pool of blood littered with corpses, not just human remains but the bodies of demonic beasts and creatures from the Second Dimension.

Alec’s killing intent surged to its peak, so potent even he wasn’t fully aware of its effect.

To the High Rank Mage before him, it felt as if invisible threads of blood coiled around his neck, ready to sever it the moment he disobeyed.

Alec’s figure blurred before his eyes, shrouded in darkness, with only a menacing crimson glow radiating from his gaze.

Seeing the mage frozen in place, Alec snapped him back to reality with a sharp slap.

“Swallow the pill.

Now.

Or I’ll be forced to decapitate you right here,” Alec threatened, his voice carrying an edge of finality, as he had no intention of letting another mage succumb and turn into a zombie mid-battle, giving the zombies even the slightest advantage.

As he knew full well that was exactly what the mental-type zombie was waiting for, foe at least one human to turn and give them another fighting force.

“Ohh… I will,” the mage stammered, jolted from his daze.

Without hesitation, he swallowed the pill.

Ordinarily, such a thing should have been impossible, a Tier 5 Mage overwhelming a Tier 7 Mage with aura alone?

Unheard of.

Only High Rank Mages wielded the ability to suppress weaker opponents with their presence in such a manner, a skill that evolved as their power grew.

Mid and Low Rank Mages could use their aura to pressure weaker foes, weakening their combat effectiveness if their opponent couldn’t resist the pressure, but at higher tiers, this suppression evolved into something far more potent, a mental domain capable of drawing weaker opponents into an illusory space of their own making.

Yet Alec had done the unthinkable, he had pulled a mage two tiers above him into his killing intent’s domain, a feat beyond reason.

However, this wasn’t solely due to Alec’s strength, the infected mage had already been mentally exhausted, fighting against the zombie virus corroding his body which caused his mental defences to be severely weakened, making him vulnerable.

And Alec?

He wasn’t just any Tier 5 Mage, his mental power was unnaturally high for his rank, enhanced further by the relentless growth of his Blood Killing Intent Qi, a force that fed on every kill, growing stronger with each drop of blood spilled for a period of time.

It was understandable why the High Rank Mage had fallen under Alec’s bloodlust, and this was because Alec had just slain a Tier 7 mutated zombie earlier, a feat that had drastically intensified his killing intent.

Whenever Alec wielded his Bloody Changdao, a weapon that had absorbed the blood of countless powerful foes he faced, he constantly exuded waves of killing intent.

In moments of anger, those waves surged into a full-blown storm, but now, the weapon which had been nurturing and refining the killing Intent Qi of Alec’s fallen enemies, had been embedded deep within him.

So whether he realized it or not, his abnormally high mental stats mixed with his weapon made him a walking embodiment of aura pressure, and only those significantly stronger than him would remain unaffected by this.

The most ironic part?

Alec himself was still unaware of this phenomenon.

As he watched the infected mage’s body begin to absorb the pill’s effects, a sudden impact blindsided him.

Titan’s body came hurtling through the air, slamming into Alec with tremendous force, as both of them were sent crashing to the ground, forming a deep crater where they landed.