William knew if he made such grenades at the outer world, then their might would be something entirely different. But he was satisfied with what these grenades could do right now. Each one of them was enough to release a thick pillar of dark red fire, rising for tens of metres in the air, enveloping an area of hundreds of metres around.
That wasn't just what was scary about these grenades, but the fact that each one could last for a few minutes was. William knew such an attack was new, and these high-grade masters had to stop to defend others against such scary and deadly fire.
To them, this fire wasn't enough to leave a scratch over their naked skin. But for any mid and lower tier dark gold grade masters, this kind of attack was quite deadly.
The forces wanted to see William dead, but the last thing they'd want to see was to lose most of their strongest masters. William knew how their minds worked and used this against them.
If the pinnacle masters kept chasing him around, then it'd be just an easy task to crush him. But that would leave their forces behind under the threat of getting eradicated by William's scary grenades.
Against what they wanted to do, they had to select the most logical choice, stay behind and shield their forces from the pillars of fire.
This brought William finally a window to breathe.
William didn't use this chance just to spread out more formations, or pull the distance between him and them away, but also to do something else.
William didn't throw more of his precious grenades. He left the different forces back there to deal with his pillars of fire and kept only releasing more whenever he got caught.
Like this, the entire battle started to look like a desperate chase. The high-end masters tried different things, tried to circle and corner him, tried to move fast to outrun him, and even tried to release deadly long-range attacks.
Yet William was always vigilant towards any of these attempts. Every single time they tried, he flashed towards a direction that took him away from danger. In return for that, he used his tails to throw grenades towards far away distances, giving those high-end masters a scare and quite the headache.
William got zero chance if he ended up fighting these scary figures head on. So, his main aim wasn't just to run around aimlessly like that. In fact, he was running according to a plan.
There was a goal in his mind, one that he was slowly biding his time here with all this to reach it. His enemies didn't know that, and that made William's effort not to be wasted.
At the same time, the three snakes behind such a grand attack were now sitting in the main building of the Vancouf family. Richard just returned after he tried to break the place of Lara down yet failed.
Richard was already on his way back when he received the same general order as everyone else in the family. He stopped, feeling more shocked about her resilience and tenacity. He thought she struggled this far to release such an order. And that made him quite enraged.
He decided to use this chance and kill her. After all, he was already appointed as her substitute. Not to mention that most of the family higher ups were in his pocket. He returned back to find her place heavily fortified, making him feel real worry at this moment. His desire to kill her intensified.
He summoned all his capable masters to come and help him take down the protective arrays. But the defensive arrays that were laid over the rich history of the family weren't that easy to tear down. After an hour or so, he decided to go back and check with his other two accomplices.
When he got there, he saw how dark their faces were. He thought their task of getting rid of William would go smoothly and easily, the same thing they also thought about his mission to handle Lara.
Both underestimated each other's tasks and targets, and both failed in accomplishing what they dreamt about.
"This looks bad," Larry was the one who felt cold feet first. He might look like the one orchestrating everything happening right now inside the Vancouf family. Yet he was just a powerless puppet.
The real masterminds of this entire grand scheme were Richard and Rick. The two exchanged silent gaze between each other when Larry showed such a dangerous sign. And without the need to say anything, the two returned to look at Larry, in a different way than before.
"Don't give me that look! Our plans are going down, and I'm the one who everyone will target and demand his head, not any of you!" Larry grew more anxious while the reports of the brutal battle back at the Lost City kept ranging in his ears.
The easy task of getting rid of a silver grade youth ended up with failure. The fight lasted for more than an hour, where William proved to be a very sneaky bastard.
Every single force in the city was now experiencing the same rage. They sent all of their available high-end power, ending up losing too much on the hands of monsters or the weird grenades William used.
Every single time they thought they got him; he'd surprise everyone and manage to escape. Everyone was envisioning William dead the moment he got entrapped inside the Lost City. none ever expected that such a prison they were happy about was in fact a slaughterhouse for their forces.
The different forces in the city just sent their last decision over to these three, the one that made Larry lose his cool at last. They decided to give this battle another hour. If by then William remained alive, or their losses kept skyrocketing, then they'd put an end to such a pointless hunt.
This meant William would survive this. And with Lara's unknown situation, no one could guess what was going to happen.
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