Imprisoned for a Trillion Years, I Was Worshipped by All Gods!

Chapter 532 - 88-Repeated Provocations

As they watched Alan suddenly vanish into the darkness, Beatrice and the others immediately turned cold.

That guy always managed to slip away at the last moment!

"After him!"

The next second, their eyes turned icy as they all charged after Alan.

Their speed was indeed fast, but under the cover of night, Alan still managed to shake off their pursuit.

However, there was no trace of relief on Alan's face.

Beatrice had made it very clear earlier—powerful figures from various factions had taken an interest in the tier-diamond magic skill.

Although he had shaken them off for now, with those influential people involved, it was only a matter of time before they found him again.

And if they worked together, Alan knew he stood no chance against them.

That thought made Alan's gaze turn frosty.

Clearly, those figures had revealed his location because he lacked a strong enough backing. Otherwise, they wouldn't have interfered so blatantly.

Did they really think he was that easy to bully?

Rage welled up in Alan's chest. As he charged deeper into the forest, he reached into his backpack and pulled out a bottle of pink potion.

Before he left, Isabella had packed his supplies—besides clothes and rations, there were also many special potions.

Alan had planned to use them sparingly, as each one was hard-earned by his sister. Every bottle used was one less in reserve.

But given the current situation, there was no room for saving them.

With the decision made, Alan uncorked the pink potion with a sharp motion.

Meanwhile, Beatrice and the others, guided by those powerful figures, quickly closed the gap between them and Alan.

However, the closer they got, the more uneasy Beatrice felt. Alan's movements… seemed to be circling.

"What's he trying to do?"

Beatrice frowned, and the darkness element swirling around her surged, boosting her speed until she finally caught up with Alan at the mouth of a valley deep within the forest.

At this moment, Alan looked exhausted and had stopped running—as if he were waiting for her.

"If you've come to your senses, then hand over the magic skill!" Beatrice said coldly as she closed in on him step by step. If he refused, she wouldn't hesitate to kill him.

Alan took a deep breath and stared hard at her. "If I give you the magic skill, will you let me go?"

Beatrice sneered. "If it were earlier, maybe. But you're a slippery one—I think it's best to eliminate the threat completely."

Alan wasn't surprised by the answer. Just then, he glanced toward the two figures approaching from the distance—a woman in a red dress and a man wreathed in mist.

"You two!" Alan called out. "This Beatrice is despicable! I already gave her the skill, and yet she still wants to kill me! Please, help me destroy her!"

As his voice rang out, both the red-dressed woman and the mist-shrouded man narrowed their eyes and stared intently at Beatrice.

Realizing Alan was trying to sow discord, Beatrice remained composed. "Don't listen to his nonsense. He never handed me the skill scroll at all."

Alan sneered. "Beatrice, do you even have any shame? If you dare, open your storage ring and let everyone see!"

At that, all eyes turned to Beatrice, most with sharpness and suspicion.

After all, she had been the first to catch up to Alan!

Seeing that the crowd was growing agitated, Alan added fuel to the fire: "Everyone, I'm right here, surrounded and with nowhere to run—do I really need to lie? I thought Beatrice, one of Lioncrest Academy's twin pillars, had at least some dignity. Turns out, she doesn't!"

The onlookers glanced at Alan—indeed, he was surrounded and had no way out. Lying at this point would only provoke their wrath.

Which meant… the one lying was far more likely to be Beatrice!

Beatrice's face darkened. A storage ring was every mage's private domain—it was taboo to reveal its contents.

Not to mention, hers contained personal items. There was no way she'd allow a public search!

"Why don't you search Alan first? The scroll is clearly in his backpack!" Beatrice snapped as she swept her gaze across the crowd.

Some of the gathered mages found that reasonable, but more of them looked back at her.

They didn't fully trust either Alan or Beatrice—but Beatrice was clearly the more dangerous one.

"Search both of them!" the woman in red suddenly declared.

But just as her voice fell, a deafening roar of beasts erupted from all directions.

The ground trembled as though an earthquake had struck. Ferocious spellbeasts, eyes red and nostrils flaring, charged toward them like a tidal wave.

Sensing the terrifying horde of spellbeasts descending upon them, Beatrice and the others were momentarily confused.

They hadn't provoked any beasts—why was a full-blown stampede heading their way?

Most of the spellbeasts were at the tier-bronze level, but there were many of them—and their frenzy made them even more dangerous.

Caught in the tide, even the elite could fall!

Whoosh!

The vanguard of the stampede reached the group, their fangs and claws gleaming as they closed in.

Beatrice and the others had no choice but to shift their focus to the incoming threat.

Splat!

Beast after beast was torn apart, their bodies bursting into bloody pulp that splattered across the trees and grass, painting the area in crimson splotches. The air reeked of blood.

Though Beatrice and the others were powerful and swift, the sheer number of spellbeasts and their suicidal frenzy made them difficult to handle.

Even as they slew the ones up front, more continued to rush in with murderous intent.

"Alan! He's behind this!"

Beatrice suddenly shouted after slaying several beasts.

All the other mages realized it too—while they were being targeted, Alan was escaping in the direction of Ironblood City!

As Beatrice's voice rang out, the others also noticed Alan's retreating figure—and their eyes turned murderous.

They all realized: Alan had stalled for time, waiting for the spellbeasts to arrive. They'd all fallen into his trap!

"What a stench—this place reeks of berserker beast potion. He must have buried it ahead of time. And now it's fully evaporated... that bastard is vicious!" the red-dressed woman said, face icy as she sniffed the air.

She immediately drew her staff from her storage ring and summoned fire elements, cutting down the approaching beasts like a meteor, giving chase to Alan.

The other mages, all furious at having been played, unleashed their own spells to break free and joined the pursuit.

With so many enraged prodigies chasing, Alan's figure quickly grew clearer in the distance.

"Alan! Let's see what other tricks you have now!"

"You really thought those spellbeasts could stop us? What a joke!"

"I was going to spare you—but now you've chosen death!"

Voices filled with fury and killing intent rose in waves behind him.

As the others closed in, Alan turned back, his eyes flashing with intense mental power.

Suddenly—spikes of earth burst from the ground beneath their feet!

The abrupt attack caught many off guard, forcing them to halt and instinctively raise their magic defenses.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The sound of metal clashing echoed through the forest. Most of Alan's earth spikes were blocked, but a few slower mages took minor wounds, blood seeping from their sides.