Chapter 140 Shadow Panther King
As an 8th-level boss monster, the Shadow Panther King entered a berserk state when its health dropped to 50%, increasing its attack power by 20% and attack speed by 20%. Even an MT equipped with full 5th-level Dark Iron Equipment can't withstand it.
"Guardian Knight, Blessing of Protection on the Shield Warrior, now! Shield Warrior, get ready for Shield Wall. We just need to weather this storm, and victory is ours!" ZephyrStrider's voice was tight with tension as the Shadow Panther King's health dipped precariously close to 50%.
Blessing of Protection, a potent defensive buff, would halve all damage taken by its target.
The Shield Warrior's Shield Wall offered the same damage reduction.
Combined, these two abilities would reduce the incoming damage to a mere 25%, allowing their tank to withstand the Shadow Panther King's berserk onslaught.
A tense silence fell over the group as the boss's health finally slipped below the critical threshold.
A deafening roar ripped through the air as the Shadow Panther King's body visibly swelled, its muscles bulging, its eyes burning with primal fury.
ZephyrStrider allowed himself a small, grim smile. Everything was going according to plan.
But fate, it seemed, had other plans.
Two more Shadow Panthers, these elites, materialized beside their enraged leader. Each boasted a hefty 3,000 health, and they moved with terrifying speed, pouncing on the unsuspecting healers in the backline.
"Shift fire! Take down those elites!" ZephyrStrider barked, his face hardening as two of his healers crumpled to the ground, their cries cut short.
The remaining players reacted quickly, their years of experience shining through as they moved to intercept the elite panthers. The two creatures managed to take down another pair of healers before their assault was halted, but the damage was done.
The loss of their healers put immense pressure on the main tank. Even with Blessing of Protection and Shield Wall active, each blow from the berserk Shadow Panther King still chipped away over 300 HP from his 1,200 HP pool. Only his quick reflexes and timely dodges kept him alive.
The initial chaos of the berserk phase had already claimed five of their number. Three melee fighters, caught off guard by the boss's sweeping tail, had been smashed into the air, their lifeless bodies disappearing in a shower of polygons as their digital souls returned to the nearest graveyard.
"Hold the line!" ZephyrStrider roared, his frustration mounting with every fallen comrade. "The berserk phase won't last forever!"
He'd brought his guild's elite for this fight, and each loss stung. Thankfully, death in "Divine Realms: Legends" was more of an inconvenience than a disaster, resulting in a loss of experience points but not permanent death.
As long as they brought down the Shadow Panther King, these sacrifices would be worth it.
Just when it seemed like they'd weathered the storm, a figure materialized behind one of their Sorcerers. Eric's clone, wielding the Wind-chasing Sword, wasted no time.
The Sorcerer, his attention solely focused on the boss, was completely oblivious to the danger lurking behind him.
ZephyrStrider had entertained the assumption that their comprehensive command over Tempest Canyon would assure their security.
He couldn't have been more wrong.
The clone struck with surgical precision, the Wind-chasing Sword a blur of motion. A swift stab to the back, followed by a brutal Slash to the head, and finally, a sweeping Silverlake Gleam that nearly severed the Sorcerer in two.
Even at 50% of Eric's power, the clone was a force to be reckoned with. Its stats were on par with a 10th-level Swordsman decked out in top-tier Bronze equipment. The 7th-level Sorcerer, clad in a mishmash of 4th and 5th-level gear, stood no chance.
The numbers -189, -468, -266 flashed above the Sorcerer's head as his health bar, barely clinging to 700 HP, instantly evaporated.
The sudden death jolted the other magic users out of their spell-casting trance.
"We have a thief!" an Elementalist shrieked, his voice laced with panic.
Fear rippled through the ranks of the magic users. If this mysterious Swordsman could dispatch a 7th-level Sorcerer with such ease, they were all in mortal danger.
Without hesitation, the clone unleashed Thunderbolt, three bolts of crackling energy arcing towards the nearest group of spellcasters. Two Elementalists, their reflexes honed from countless battles, managed to activate Blink, teleporting a short distance away from the deadly energy. The Sorcerer, lacking a similar escape tool, threw himself to the ground, narrowly avoiding the attack.
The Summoner wasn't so lucky. Caught closest to the blast, he tried to dodge, but it was too late. The 5th-level Thunderbolt ripped through him, ending his raid in an instant.
One down, but the clone wasn't aiming for kills. Not yet.
The Thunderbolt had served its purpose, clearing a path through the enemy ranks. The healers were now within reach.
Activating Zephyr Stride, the clone blurred forward, a whirlwind of death and steel. If he could take out one or two of their healers, Martial Alliance's carefully constructed defense would crumble.
"Not so fast!"
Leo Ironblade Ironblade, his twin Wind-chasing Swords a blur of motion, intercepted the clone, his movements fluid and precise. Each attack was a whirlwind of four simultaneous strikes, a testament to his mastery of the dual-wielding style.
The clone was forced to break off his attack, parrying blow after blow.
Leo Ironblade, however, was shocked by his opponent's skill. The mysterious Swordsman countered every move, his defenses impenetrable. Each clash of their blades sent tremors up Leo Ironblade's arms, his hands growing numb. And those sudden, vicious thrusts aimed at his vitals... He'd barely activated Swordsoar Ascension in time to avoid being skewered.
"Leo Ironblade, what's taking so long?" a voice boomed from behind. A 9th-level Berserker, clad in gleaming silver-gray armor, strode forward, a mocking grin on his face. "Can't handle a single thief trying to steal our kill?"
"Shut up, QuintessenceRat!" Leo Ironblade snarled, his pride stung. He was already struggling to hold his own against this unknown opponent, his health steadily dwindling. The last thing he needed was criticism from this arrogant fool. "If you think you can do better, be my guest!"
"Gladly," QuintessenceRat chuckled, cracking his knuckles.
He charged forward, activating Charge Forth. The skill connected, briefly stunning the clone as the other magic users seized the opportunity, unleashing a barrage of fireballs, ice arrows, and Shadow Bolts.
The clone, however, was ready. Swordsoar Ascension activated, deflecting the incoming projectiles as he continued his advance towards the healers.
The 2nd-level Swordsoar Ascension absorbed the brunt of the attacks, but the 9th-level Berserker's Tendon Severance landed, significantly slowing the clone's movements.
"Take him down!" ZephyrStrider roared, his patience wearing thin. He didn't have time for this. Three Assassins peeled off from the main group, their movements swift and silent as they moved to intercept the troublesome intruder.
The clone, now facing over ten opponents, fought valiantly, dodging and weaving through attacks. But even his impressive skills had limits. His health steadily dwindled, dropping to a precarious 30%.
"He's good," QuintessenceRat thought, impressed despite himself. "And reckless. But his gear..." He licked his lips, greed coloring his thoughts. The damage output, the way he shrugged off their attacks... That kind of equipment was worth killing for.
Each of the clone's strikes inflicted around 100 damage, while his own attacks barely scratched the intruder. And the clone was wielding a one-handed sword, while he had the advantage of a two-handed weapon.
Two-handed weapons in "Divine Realms: Legends" boasted significantly higher attack power than their one-handed counterparts, often dealing double the damage. However, their slower attack speed balanced things out.
The fact that he was only inflicting 100 damage spoke volumes about the quality of the clone's equipment.
"Just a little more..." QuintessenceRat muttered under his breath. "If only we had a few more people..."
Hidden in the bushes, Eric watched the battle unfold, a wry smile on his face. "Greedy bastards," he thought. "Time to end this charade."
The clone, seemingly on the verge of defeat, suddenly exploded with power. He leaped forward, the Abyssal Blade igniting with fire and lightning as he slashed at the densest cluster of enemies.
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