With only B-rank strength, Yuka surprisingly managed to clash head-on with Deliora.
Although blood trickled from his mouth, his eyes remained firm, clearly indicating he still had the strength to fight again.
Dust flew inside the cave, making it almost impossible to see the situation on the battlefield.
Deliora immediately followed up with another punch, which came with a whooshing sound, carrying immense power.
Yuka showed no desire to prolong the fight, performing several backflips in quick succession, his body twisting agilely in the air to create distance.
Lyon's figure leaped high, forming sword-finger seals with both hands, and a massive amount of frosty white cold air spewed out from his palms, like two giant white dragons.
This cold air transformed into numerous giant ice birds, which surged into the dust, blocking Deliora's punch.
The ice birds crashed into Deliora's fist, instantly turning into ice crystals and freezing his fist.
Meanwhile, Toby appeared behind Deliora the moment it threw its punch. His claws moved rapidly, like phantoms.
He launched several attacks within a few breaths, his claws leaving streaks of green light in the air.
But unfortunately, despite the high frequency of Toby's claw attacks, they only left shallow marks on Deliora's black skin, causing no substantial damage.
As for Sherri, she once again clapped her hands on the ground, creating another Stone Man.
The previous Stone Man had somehow repaired its hands, and now both Stone Men charged towards Deliora together.
Deliora was no pushover; Lyon and the others' attacks were not particularly strong. It had only suffered a slight disadvantage from being ambushed, but after reacting, it slowly began to retaliate.
Relying on the formidable defense of its demon body and its massive size, Deliora endured several attacks before slowly regaining its rhythm.
Its hands were wreathed in black light as it unleashed punch after punch, each carrying destructive power, with the wind howling from its fists.
The force of each punch was something none of the four could withstand, forcing them to constantly dodge.
Deliora also periodically shot green lasers from its mouth, which pierced through the air like sharp swords. It could also fire blood-red lasers from its eyes, making them difficult to guard against.
The pure energy attacks were incredibly powerful; only Lyon could barely withstand them in a magical clash, while the other three could only evade.
For a time, the four were locked in a fierce battle with Deliora, and as time passed, they slowly began to lose the upper hand.
On the other side, Ezreal was fully focused on resurrecting Ur, the green mist on his hands now completely dyeing the icy water green.
The murky green pool gurgled and bubbled; despite being icy water, it now seemed to be boiling from some power.
The rising bubbles were also strange; some resembled hands, some feet, some a human heart… From behind Ezreal, the loud clashes between Lyon's group and Deliora periodically echoed, and the entire cave frequently shook.
Although they were fighting fiercely, not a single attack came towards his position; all were intercepted.
Lyon's group was also leading Deliora away from him, to avoid affecting his spellcasting.
Ezreal was not worried about their fight. Lyon's strength was good, slightly stronger than Gray, and the other three's strengths were decent; although their magic development was average, it was still quite good.
Deliora had just been released from the ice and was extremely weak, with not much power left in its body. Lyon and the others could hold it off for a short time without issue.
If he wanted to win, Ezreal could at any time release the six Shadow Worgen hidden in his shadow and summon the Red and Blue Stone Golem Warrior, which would basically guarantee victory; he wouldn't even need to summon the large Fire Crown Treant.
But Ezreal did not do so.
Such a thing as hatred always needs an outlet.
Having others help solve it is completely different from taking revenge oneself.
Ezreal had promised to help them completely eliminate Deliora, but for now, he would let them vent the hatred that had been buried in their hearts for many years.
With him present, no accidents would befall Lyon and the others.
Now, for him, the primary goal was to resurrect Ur.
"With this much magic, it should be enough now," Ezreal slowly withdrew his hands and stood up.
He formed sword-finger seals with both hands, and two green flames suddenly ignited at his fingertips.
Ezreal used both hands to write one ghostly green incantation after another in the air.
Both live and both die.
Death and life.
The cycle of life and death is endless.
Life and death.
Death is the beginning of life.
These green incantations slowly pulsed in the air, each pulse distorting the surrounding air with it.
"How much longer will you sleep, Ur?" Two green flames ignited deep within Ezreal's eyes, and almost the instant his words fell, he abruptly clasped his hands together in front of his chest.
The green incantations floating in the air trembled, then flew into the water.
After the green pool swallowed the last incantation, the center of the pool began to spin eerily.
The churning pool water spun and protruded above the surface, forming a man-height green water vortex.
After spinning wildly for tens of seconds, the water vortex slowly decelerated, and fine ice crystals began to appear within the vortex, spreading outwards, instantly freezing the vortex into a green ice sculpture.
The ice sculpture lasted for a moment before violently exploding, green ice crystals splashing outwards, and a graceful figure emerged from within.
Ezreal closed his eyes, a flash of white light appeared in his left palm, and he tossed a white robe over.
The graceful figure in the air, after seeing her surroundings, only paused for a second before quickly reacting, grabbing the white robe Ezreal had thrown.
She quickly wrapped it around herself in mid-air, then performed an agile backflip and landed steadily beside Ezreal.
The moment she landed, Ezreal tossed over a white men's short-sleeved shirt and white men's shorts.
Ur showed no hesitation or shyness, quickly put on the clothes, then neatly folded the white robe and returned it to Ezreal.
At this moment, Ur's face was almost unchanged from when she sealed Deliora; she still had the face of a woman around thirty, with short black hair that exuded an inherently heroic and spirited aura.
The white short-sleeved shirt on her upper body and white shorts on her lower body were a bit loose on her, but looked very casual.
"I didn't expect you could actually resurrect me," Ur moved her limbs, lightly patted her face, and turned to Ezreal with some surprise.
Ezreal smiled, a white light flashed on his hand, and he put away the white robe.
"It seems you could perceive everything in the outside world even in your frozen state."
"And it seems you also thought you would die."
Ur nodded as a matter of course, "That's right, my body just turned to ice, but I didn't lose my perception of the outside world."
"Since Absolute Zero was created, no caster has ever been able to revive after using it. Once my soul and life force were completely exhausted, my consciousness would also completely dissipate, and the day the ice melted, I would truly die."
Ezreal shrugged, "So I arrived just in time."
Ur smiled, "Indeed."
Following that, Ur's expression became serious in front of Ezreal, and she bent down to bow deeply.
"Thank you."
Ezreal waved his hand indifferently, "It's nothing. You dealt with Deliora, saving many people, including my friend Gray."
"Good people should be rewarded, don't you agree?"
Ezreal smiled very gently, his tone very sincere.
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