Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 192 Walking with Ether
The frost had obstructed his vision, so Anser could only rely on the constantly flashing battle logs to understand the situation.

Everyone was injured, even the two halflings protected by the cautious super-magic were injured by the cold and were on the verge of death, only the magic master was missing.

This means that the opponent had already left the tavern the moment the spell was cast.

'What teleportation spell is faster than my enhanced instant cast?'

A thought struck him, and he immediately activated the True Sight Magic Ring.

The view before them changed dramatically, with layers of space stretching infinitely. In a plane shrouded in a thin mist, a blurry figure in black robes was quietly watching Anser's every move, holding a deck of cards in his hand.

'The Etheric Dimension!'

The etheric plane, also known as the spirit realm, is located between the material realm and the inner planes. Its boundary overlaps with the material plane, and creatures that hide within it cannot be seen or attacked. Therefore, this plane has become an ideal place for reconnaissance, stealth, and covert operations.

There are many spells that can enter and exit the Aether plane, such as Blink for the third ring and Aetherification for the seventh ring.

Anser and the man in black robes faced each other across a plane. Although they were close enough to be almost touching, they seemed incredibly far apart, and neither could attack the other.

'It shouldn't be a teleportation spell,' Anser guessed.

Blink can only temporarily hide in the ethereal plane, moving between two planes like Blink. The opponent must be a relatively advanced ethereal walker.

He glanced at the orc frozen in the ice and decided to save him first.

He took a few quick steps, his right hand transforming into a dragon claw, prying open the ice layer and touching the two halflings in succession. White holy light shone, quickly stabilizing their injuries.

The two halflings were unaffected by the cold magic, but the tavern was too cold now, tens of degrees below zero, and the temperature dropped drastically in a very short time. A single breath could chill you to the bone, enough to freeze you to death.

Suddenly, he heard a clicking sound.

With a deafening boom, the ice shattered, and amidst the shards, a burly orc struggled to prop himself up, opening his ferocious maw and roaring at Anser. A faint red light emanated from the orc, spreading outwards and covering the entire tavern.

Anser had anticipated this, and remained calm, having time to observe the black-robed man's reaction.

[You are oppressed by the intimidating presence of the high-ranking barbarians. You are immune to panic and remain unaffected, only finding the orcs utterly repulsive.]

"Intimidating Stance" is the Berserker's top-tier trait, allowing them to inject fear into the enemy's heart using primal power. However, for Anser, this ability is not as harmful as his bad breath.

His head swayed, transforming into a dragon's head. He opened his mouth and unleashed a chilling, cone-shaped breath that engulfed the orc who had just stood up.

Normally, a high-ranking barbarian could easily dodge it, but he was already severely frostbitten, and the space here was cramped, covered in ice, and as cold as an extreme cold realm, making his movements difficult and slow.

But the orc was fearless, enduring a cold breath and advancing instead of retreating. His body was covered with a blood-red light, and as he took a step, the ice on the ground exploded one after another, covering more than half the distance in just two steps.

Meow! Maeve's fur stood on end, but she couldn't do anything to help.

Anser did not overestimate his abilities and engage in close combat with the high-ranking barbarian; instead, he unleashed the last two points of super magic power from his bloodline.

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"Super Magic: Enhanced Instant Cast" + "Fifth Ring: Frost Bind"!
In the blink of an eye, a cone-shaped burst of icy energy erupted, covering everything in its path with a thick layer of frost.

The barbarian struggled to run a few steps, but frost spread rapidly along his body, freezing him once again.

He even maintained his charging stance, his eyes wide open, filled with resentment.

Frostbite is a second-circle spell. After leveling up, its damage is not as good as Fireball, but its cone-shaped area of ​​effect will not affect the halfling behind it. At the same time, it creates a large amount of water vapor and has a control effect. Once the enemy is frozen, it is difficult for them to break free.

Anser continued his actions, firing several more freezing rays at the man's head.

[Target dead, gain 3250 combat experience]

'It's so hard.'

He was casting with Super Magic and Arcane Ring the entire time; if this barbarian were in a spacious outdoor area, he probably wouldn't have died.

Seeing that the barbarian was dead, he immediately turned to look at the man in black robes. The man had been silently watching the battle taking place on the material plane without making any move.

A minute passed quickly, and the man in black robes did not leave the Aether Plane. Instead, he began to walk around the Aether Plane, circling Anser, seemingly close yet distant.

'Is he testing the limits of his true field of vision and its duration?' Anser frowned slightly. The man in black robes really could move freely in the Aether plane.

Without a true field of vision, beings in the material plane cannot see the etheric plane, but beings in the etheric plane can easily see the material plane, with a maximum field of vision of about twenty meters.

Once the duration of his true vision ended, he would no longer be able to see the man in black, while the man could continue to monitor him. It was truly... like having thorns in his back.

'The seventh ring's ethereal energy can last for eight hours. If the other party really has this ability, why is he hiding from me?' He quickly discovered the blind spot.

There's no reason for a near-legendary mage to be afraid of a warlock whose mana is already half depleted.

The profession of Magic Pact Master is very unique. Their abilities mainly come from the Sect Master, and different Sect Masters possess different abilities.

Even if the magic masters and sect leaders lose contact due to the chaos of the magic network and lose most of their spellcasting abilities, no one dares to underestimate them just because of their magic energy bursts.

Of course, mages and warlocks still have hope, but magic practitioners are now like a group of abandoned stray cats with a bleak future, making them prone to extremes.

'Still not willing to give up, so persistent, what's the point?'

Anser sensed that the other party initially wanted to capture him alive, and the man in black robes must have had a chance to unleash a magic burst earlier.

'They probably aren't confident they can take me down without getting hurt,' he pondered.

However, he wasn't entirely without options. He possessed a force field wall that could extend into the ethereal plane, imprisoning the opponent for a period of time.

'No rush, let's wait a bit longer.'

He bet the black-robed man's etheric walk wouldn't last!

The opponent probably didn't expect that a warlock like him would know about force field walls, after all, that's the signature spell of the Evocation school of mages.

Anser paced back and forth in the tavern, silently converting a portion of his magic power into super magic power.

He also teleported the three corpses into the Black Tower prison, gave the two halflings some healing potions, and helped them remove the iron spikes stuck in their bodies.

A loud crashing sound came from the tavern entrance, but unfortunately, the door, walls, and ground were covered with a thick layer of ice, making it difficult to get in.

Alden slowly woke up and was stunned when he saw the tavern, which was like an ice cave. He quickly recalled the situation before he fainted and his gaze fell on Anser.

Anser paused, looking up at the void.

The man in black put away the card, stared at him for a few seconds, and then floated straight up, about to leave the limit of his real vision.

At this distance, he must have already lost sight of the tavern.

'He's leaving!'

The other party had been in the Ether plane for nearly ten minutes at this point.

Without hesitation, Anser instantly cast the fifth-level "Force Field Wall"!
The next moment, the man in black robes seemed to hit a wall on the head, and he was bounced back, hunching over and squatting down, looking quite disheveled.

It looks like it might be in some pain.

The man in black robes paid no attention to any of this and immediately changed direction. But after moving only two meters, his hand was blocked by an invisible wall once again.

He groped around and determined that he was trapped inside an invisible sphere about six meters in diameter.

'Force field wall!'

He ripped off his hood, revealing an extremely pale and gaunt face with sunken eyes and a black headdress that resembled a third eye.

(End of this chapter)