[0748] Ixtal's Foundations

Although being discovered was embarrassing and being surrounded by plants was dangerous, Taric still hadn't considered the possibility of being captured.

As if! He'd once been an Aspect!

But as it turned out, in front of this group, it didn't matter if you'd once been an Aspect—even a real Aspect would have to pay a heavy price.

Because everyone in this group shared the same title:

Great Elementalist of Ixtal.

Taric still hadn't found an angle or an opportunity to escape when the entire jungle seemed to come alive, erupting into an unsettling frenzy. At the same time, a vast downpour began without warning.

The collision of different elements lit the sky with colorful arcs like the aurora. The elemental tides carried hurricanes and torrential rain, completely enveloping everything within several hundred yards of Taric...

In such terrible conditions, even Taric found it hard to move.

Worse still, Taric seemed to have been completely locked onto. No matter how he moved, the raging wind and rain and the animated plants remained around him. Even when he swung his warhammer, smashing the vines and trees in his way to carve out a path, it didn't matter which way the path turned—at its end, there was still nothing but wind and rain.

Beyond the storm, the group of Ixtali Great Elementalists confirmed that Taric couldn't escape, then finally began strengthening their spells. Outside Taric's field of vision, one of the Great Elementalists held out a black stone and drew the astonishing magic within it directly into themselves.

As the Great Elementalist's hand and arm took on a layer of black, their surface hardening until it was nearly stone, their expression grew savage. The next moment, raindrops began silently gathering in the storm, turning into countless sharp daggers that stabbed at Taric.

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