Out in the open, the battle was in full swing. With a roar, a red dragon nearly crashed directly into Fel’s yacht, but Fel whacked it with a greatsword about as big as herself, batting it aside long enough for her airship to slip past. She took one glance at the chaos ensuing all around them and shook her head. She called out to Sir Jared, still battling three dragons on deck. “Chief! We gotta go!” “No! I will not abandon ship! I will stand my ground to the bitter end!” Sir Jared proclaimed bravely in a voice like thunder. “To the very last!” “Okay, bye!” Fel replied cheerily, and her airship zipped away from the thick of the fighting. Sir Jared spluttered, but then a concerted charge by two dragons bowled him over and he went rolling right off the deck of his airship. Stubbornly, he pulled a little grappling hook from his belt and threw that over the deck railing. He tugged himself back onto the deck, dashed over to where he’d dropped

Sir Fate glanced at Sir Jared. “What do you think?” Sir Jared grunted. “It’s a bit early, and it’s a bit far, but it looks like we have no choice.” Hearing that, George relaxed a bit, but Darian, on the other hand, tensed up. “What are you planning?” “Isn’t it obvious?” Sir Jared shrugged. Turning to his knights, he said, “Attack!” With a roar, sixty knights in various states of injury immediately charged at the surrounding Wilds. “What the-?!” George blinked. “They’re trying to break out!” Darian leapt aside to avoid a brandished broadsword, kicking it clear out of the attacking knight’s hand and seizing it for himself. Before he could counter, a nearby tiger chomped down on the knight, biting off one whole arm entirely, and then a python lunged atop the fellow and had him for dinner, armor and all. Darian got clear and took one glance at the berserker knights. “It’s a diversion!” While the knights charged mindlessly i

One Tier 7. Four Tier 6. One surprising Tier 5. [STOP THEM!] this was the gist of the Psionic chorus from the crowds of Wilds. A mass of Psionic attacks flooded the field. The Tier 5 Spectre basically disappeared as it was engulfed. The other Spectres roared, a roar without sound, and those soundless roars left waves in the air that visibly struck everything they came across. “Get down!” Mindy tugged him as she ducked under another Psionic barrage from a particularly enthusiastic bear. The Tier 6’s were battered backwards, but the Tier 7 surged forward. In the distance, loud roars shook the air as the Tier 8 and the Flame Emperor fought, filling the skies with smoke and the ground with tremors. Closer to their position, the Tier 6’s were battered back and flailed against the barrage of Psionic power from the assembled Wilds. Remian focused on the oncoming Tier 7, which looked somewhat like a semi-transparent scaly jackal with tusks rou

This was not a good time to be dropping in on alien worlds. Remian had his hands full trying to figure out spatial magic and closing the Rift. He had family and friends to worry about, an invasion by high Tier ghosts, and a girlfriend who would most definitely worry about him if he disappeared on her. Had this happened back when he was first starting out in the Frontier, Remian might actually have welcomed such a sudden adventure. But now? Of all times, NOW?! “I have to get back.” Remian whispered. He summoned ambient mana… Only to find that there wasn’t any. There wasn’t a single drop of mana in the air for as far as his senses could reach. Not even an inkling. “What…?” Remian glanced up at the men flying on swords. “Then how…?” Maybe it was some different form of magic? Something other than the Law Magic and the Chaos Magic that Remian had encountered before? Or maybe a different sort of power, like Psionics or Martial Energy

Scorched Earth City in the Soaring Crane Country was officially a major trading center but was better known among cultivators as a Treasure Hunting hub. The reason for this was its proximity to the Forbidden Ruins, the Red Mist Forest, the Well of Stars and the Twin Crag Mountains, all of which were premium treasure hunting locations. During this point of time, the talk of the city was the upcoming Cloud Mountain Tournament. This was the rare ten year intake of new disciples for the Cloud Mountain Sect, and only people below the age of thirty who achieved Innate Qi stage (or higher) were qualified. Naturally, the Prosperity Trading Center opened up betting on the results of the Top Ten Registrants. A lot of heated debates and heavy bets were placed between the top two contestants; Zhao Heng, who was the second son of the City Lord, and Xue Yueli, also known as Big Li. No, she wasn’t really big, but she had a Very Well Known Younger Sister that she called Litt