Twenty kilometers away from Iskar city. There was a quiet desert place empty of any trace of life, except for the rocky mountains and dry desert lands, there is nothing that can be seen as far as the eye can see.
Suddenly a large dimensional black portal appeared from nowhere, shortly from the portal a group of six people were brushed out with great force.
A man with a handsome face and gray hair who was a member of this group, after performing a backflip managed to stand on his two legs and maintain his balance, before looking at the old man who was standing a few steps away, looking at him and his team with a cold look.
"To think of attacking the Parada Family inside Iskar City with only six members, you really have a lot of bravery." In a deep, cold voice the old man said, standing up in a relaxed position with his hands behind his back as he let out a heavy aura in the air.
The gray-haired man, the leader of the group without answering Adam's words, looked around and thought,(We were transported out of Iskar City, although this was beyond expectations, this was our main goal, this is very good.)
On the other hand, as he looked at the group members who were all carrying calm expressions full of confidence facing him, Adam thought with a blank face (I couldn't sense their presence until they came close to me, in addition to that their aura are not simple, they are strong)
The six members of the group were all of different ages. They were neither too young nor too old. Their ages ranged from, thirties to fifties, except for the silver-haired man who was in the front and whose hands were empty. Each of the members of the group was carrying a unique weapon. The characteristics of this group weren't that unique, and Adam had never heard of them before, so he have no idea about skills or the power these people possesses.
With this thought and in a calm voice, Adam asked again, "I will give you one more chance before I use force. What family do you serve and why are you in Iskar City? I will give you thirty seconds. If I don't hear anything useful in this period, I will use power."
"Leader, what should we do?" A woman with short brown hair asked in a low voice as she looked at Adam cautiously.
"You guys back off, I'll deal with him alone" The group leader, the silver-haired man said in a low voice.
"Alright, Leader," the group members said in a unified voice as they stepped back.
(twenty-nine) Adam.
"Hello, Mr. Adam, I am the leader of this group and my name is Trumin, it's an honor to meet you," the silver-haired man said in a soft voice
(twenty-two) Adam.
"From your expression, it seems that my name is unfamiliar to you, so you were really cut off from the world of magic, Mr. Adam," as he looked into Adam's dead eyes with a calm expression, said the silver-haired man.
(thirteen) Adam.
"As we bear the same title, it's really a pity that we have to fight with each other in such circumstances, but there seems to be no escape," Trumin said inwardly.
(six) Adam.
"Anyway, that's all I can tell you, Mr. Adam. I can't tell you anything else, but our target is not you. If you promise me you won't interfere..."Truman
(one) Adam
"..." The Silver haired man suddenly fell silent in the middle of his speech as he felt a huge amount of dear energy starts to surge from the old man's body.
Suddenly, in the space above Adam's head, who is still standing in a relaxed position, still his hands behind his back in a comfortable manner, more than ten small dimensional portals with less than a meter in diameter appeared in the air.
"It's been thirty seconds and I still haven't heard any answers to my questions. The chatting time is over." With a cold voice and expressionless face, Adam slowly announced.
(These portals, they are dangerous) As he looked at the portals with a bewildered expression, the gray-haired man muttered in a low voice, "So these are the eight portals of the impossible..."
* The First Portal of the Impossible: One Hundred Miles Under the Sea*
Before Trumin could finish his words, from the Portals behind Adam's back dozens of streams of high-pressure water came out, bypassing Adam's body and rushing at a terrifying speed towards Trumin who was looking at this terrifying scene with eyes wide open in shock.
Only after the streams of water approached the gray-haired man's body by less than three meters, did the surprised look on his face turn into a serious expression, like this, as he unleashed an aura imbued with cold energy, "It seems like it was time to become serious… ."
*Snowhouse*
Suddenly, a terrifying amount of concentrated energy gathered around the gray-haired man, and at a speed that the naked eye could not comprehend, it turned into a small white dome made up of snow-white ice cubes.
Bang!!
Bang!!
Bang!!
Bang!!
The water currents collided with the walls of the ice dome with terrifying force, causing powerful explosions, and a big cloud of smoke that surrounded the place where the silver-haired man was.
"...." With a serious expression on his face as he closed the dimensional portal that was in the air, he looked at the ice dome which, despite being subjected to such intense attack, only suffered from a few small craters on its surface.
"That was a really powerful attack, Master Adam." Suddenly, the snow dome slowly collapsed, revealing the silver-haired man inside.
"So you're a mage from the eighth kingdom?"
As He stood up in a straight position with a serious expression on his face. Adam raised one of his hands in the air, releasing an enormous amount of energy so terrifying that the space began to tear open, revealing dozens or perhaps even hundreds of small dimensional portals which covered the clear sky like countless stars all targeting the gray-haired man, Thus standing in front this majestic scene Adam said in an emotionless voice, "So this is why you dared to attack Iskar City."
Looking at the countless portals hanging in the sky in awe, the silver-haired man muttered in a low voice "Sigh, the information was wrong," as he said that he too released a gigantic amount of energy that extended reached dozens of meters height, which starts vigorously spinning around the silver-haired man's body lowering the temperature of the atmosphere a least a few degrees down.
* Snowman *
