Although Lord Jara was deployed to stand against Galenight, the two of them had not actually fight before and they maintained an equilibrium between them that have never been crossed. They are not friends, but they have never been bitter enemies either.

Galenight’s voice sounded as if he was trying to go for a sneer and failed. He sounded strangely tired but the killing intent around him only grow stronger. "Madness? Your organization have been putting pressure on us for the past few weeks. I’m just getting tired of it!"

Lord Jare didn’t buy it. Although he didn’t have the look of a schemer, it’s a well known fact that anyone that could reach the level of Grandmaster must have cunny.

His brain began to quickly look for the source. "So it’s about something else. I’ve been asked to pay special attention to the Clans of the Hinterlands and you have been paying even more attention. So this is related to them? For you to come here, it must be with the intention to wipe us out.

"To cover something. But, Galenight, you are arrogant. Do you think you can really wipe this Beloved tower out?"

As the short man said this, pressure began to build around him. A far different thing from what a Master Knight could produce. The pressure around him appears like weight given form.

Galenight didn’t seem impressed. His killing intent bubbled out to the surface and turned into pressure that could scare lesser being to death. "It’s not a matter of it I can wipe you out. It’s something that will be done! Nothing can stop this."

Lord Jare connected with the tower again and information was passed into his in a flurry. As the Master and leader, he was connected to the tower. What he learned was that a space lock have been put in place around the surrounding space! Nothing can teleport in or out!

Even long distance information have been greatly restricted!

It shocked Lord Jara greatly. The Hollow Grave are truly going all out?

Currently apart from Lord Jare there is only one other Grandmaster in in attendance. If Galenight brought other Grandmasters...then the battle might not last!

As if sensing his thoughts, Galenight said. "Don’t worry, Jara. I only brought one more Grandmaster. After all, the others have to hunt those that are out as agents."

Lord Jara’s face became even more dark. All but one of his Grandmaster had been deployed out. "You are going to hunt them....good, good! But Galenight, I hope you know this is my home. Do you think you can beat me in my territory?"

Galenight’s voice was easy. "Of course I’ll kill you."

Lord Jara shook. "You...we are the same rank!"

The two of them are both in the Grandmaster rank, both are also mid rank. The difference between Low, mid, late and high only grows bigger like heaven and earth the more Knights advances. But the two of them are in the same rank and Jara was even in his territory! The boldness and arrogance was astonishing.

They looked at each other, their eyes clashed and they knew there was no more time for words.

Just then the space above them flickered and a man wearing armor appeared. Shrouded Palm bowed toward Jare and then said to Galenight. "I’ll take care of the tower then!"

Before Jara could say anything, Galenight was already rushing toward him and he had no choice to meet him.

One of the most apparent mark of Grandmaster is that they can naturally fly and the other is the short distance teleportation.

So when the two fly at each other, the distance was crossed with short distance teleportation, and they smashed into each other like two colliding mountains. They both unleash their powers, no longer holding it in.

The ground shook and air trembled. The sky above them began to grow gloomy as they raw power they’re using began to affect the very environment.

For a brief moment what anyone could see was a brief flickering light of purple and yellow intertwining. For that instant the two of them had exchanged up to hundreds blows.

The broke apart and stared at each other.

Now at the Grandmaster rank. The technique, aspect and path that one take began to differentiate them. At the end of the day, it was that that would decide the end of the battle!

Lord Jara is a Dark Order just like Galenight. His aspect lies in the manipulation of flesh and bones, but the man has spent his years focusing on manipulating his own flesh and bones, making his more of a physical fighter.

At the moment, all the aura that was bursting around him quietly withdraw into his body. His hands stretched downward like rubber and thorns of bones grew, poking out. Each bones are covered in blinding yellow light.

Technique— Hundred Whip!

Technique— Bursting Surge!

Lord Jara used the two techniques at the same time and busted forward, faster than Grandmaster rank arrow. He covered the distance so fast it appeared he used teleportation.

His hands went up, cracking the air with a burst of yellow light, and when it came down it was even faster than when he raised them. So fast that afterimages appeared, afterimages that split to hundreds appeared in the air like splinter broom.

Everything came down on Galenight.

Boom!

Before the Hundred Whip technique reached Galenight, the space around him stretched and heads appeared. Seven heads, all of them dried up but they all contain astonishing powers of the Master rank.

Four of the heads floated up fast and opened their mouth to howl, their powers combine and frost appeared as the heads used ice technique to make a wall to shield Galenight.

Hundred Whip hit. The afterimages that contain powers of their own only cracked the ice but the two Lord Jara’s whip hand shattered it and then hit the four heads, directly destroying them!

That reduced the power of the whip hands and Galenight simply shrugged off the rest of the attack, flying back to avoid everything else. "Hundred Whip. I’ve heard of this technique. You made it yourself too. It really lives up to its name."

Lord Jara only snorted, his hand curling in the air like a snake.

Galenight is a Necromancer. But his aspect doesn’t lies in raising the dead. He only cultivate the head of the dead, trapping some of their soul and power there to use at a later. Even more, the aspect is linked to formation making since he had to draw hundreds of formation into the heads.

And right then he already lost four of his heads. That really displeased him as he did not think that the Hundred Whip will be that strong.

"I have low Grandmaster heads. You will make a good fit, I only don’t know what type of power you’ll give." Galenight said tightly as the space around him shook slightly before more and more heads began to appear.

Each heads were different and marked in different ways. All of them are dried and shrunken but some are painted red, some white, some blue and so on.

Lord Jara’s eyes shook as he watched the heads arranged around Galenight like obedient birds. "Just how many people have you killed you fucking bastard!"

Galenight shook his head. "I buy them all. Well, most of them."

The world doesn’t necessarily hate or disdain Necromancers and other such powers like that. Even the Dark Order is part of the Knight Assembly. Market are readily available for all types of materials. Necromancers will readily get bodies that’s still in use, souls are sold and any other materials.

But where those materials come from...well.

Lord Jara sneered. "Funny joke! A member of the Hollow Grave buying? Why don’t you tell me something even more funny...!"

Just as he said that, the ground beneath Galenight burst open and vines made of flesh as thick as human busted out, curling up with incredibly speed. There are at least five vines, each of them are have bones as thick as a thumb and sharp as fangs.

But Galenight seems to have predicted this as he promptly set heads in place. Fire raind down like a torrent, burning the flesh vines into ashes.

"Huh!" Lord Jare said coldly.

Galenight’s voice carried a smile. "How many poor souls have you manipulated created flesh vines that you’ve put around here?"

"I buy all my materials!"

There was a beat of silence.

It was broken by Galenight, who brought out a bow out of his spatial ring. The bow was made of bleached bone and it radiated strength. An artifact!

Lord Jara smiled. "So you’re finally getting serious."

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Galenight began teleportation backwards, creating distance between them.

Surprisingly, the main method of Galenight is using arrows! For a Necromancer it’s a very strange method but when one remembers his aspect, they tend to understand. And those who underestimate him can only have themselves to blame.