Impressionistic Villain: Achieving Wizarding Supremacy Through Experimentation

Chapter 230 Devastating Victory

Upon landing on the island, Mochamo immediately sensed the deliberately activated, chaotic, and ancient energy field on the island!

This did indeed cause some disturbance to his perception, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.

But that's all.

He didn't even stop walking; he simply strolled forward as if taking a walk.

The shadows swirling around him seemed to possess a life of their own. Wherever he passed, the "mystery" that Yulm had painstakingly laid out with the help of the island's ancient power melted away and dissipated like a thin veil being scorched by invisible flames, emitting a "hissing" sound!

This is not confrontation, this is erasure!

It is the absolute crushing of lower-level forces by higher-level forces!

Kyle Arnold and the others following behind were terrified. They could feel the power contained in the mist, enough to disorient even a formal wizard, but it was so vulnerable in front of Mochamo.

Mochamo didn't even deliberately "search" for a path; his mental energy was like a vast tide, sweeping outwards from him.

The entrance to the rift leading to the "Vortex of Sinking Bones," which Erm had carefully concealed and reinforced, became as clear as a lighthouse in the night under the scouring of this spiritual tide.

"Oh."

A disdainful sneer came from the shadows.

He didn't even turn in that direction; he simply raised his right hand casually, facing the cliff face where the cave was located, his five fingers slightly spread, and then gently clenched.

Deep within the cave's fissure, Erm, who was struggling to guide the way, suddenly froze, as if struck by an invisible giant hammer!

"puff!"

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, and the "Eye of the Tide" staff in his hand instantly dimmed, with even a tiny crack appearing on the gem at the top!

He collapsed forward like a puppet with its strings cut, the intense mental pain almost causing him to faint instantly.

That wasn't an attack; it was merely the aftershock of Mochamo's mental energy unintentionally sweeping over him, the spellcaster who was closely connected to the core of the illusion, while he was "clearing" the illusion!

Just like the wind created when a giant waves his hand to shoo away mosquitoes and flies, enough to blow them away.

"Uncle Ermu!" Aji exclaimed in shock and tried to help him up.

Kahn's face also turned pale. He finally understood what a "Level 3 Archmage" was!

Erm was already a remarkable figure in their eyes, but in front of the other party, he didn't even have the right to be given a second glance. The aftershocks of the action alone brought him to the brink of death!

"Hurry up—go!"

Erm struggled, roaring with his last bit of strength, blood continuously spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"He—he's here—directly—to the heart of the vortex—there's no other way out—"

His consciousness was beginning to fade, and his last thought was despair!

The power of a level three archmage was far beyond his comprehension!

He thought he had covered his tracks perfectly and had enough time to do everything right, including clearing himself of suspicion and keeping the islanders out of trouble.

But the little time he gained seemed so laughable and insignificant in the face of Mochamo's absolute power.

Almost at the same moment Erm fell, "BOOM!!!"

Behind them, the winding, rift passage stabilized by the power of Erm, along with the hidden cave outside that had been cultivated for many years, seemed to have been trampled by a giant foot from ancient times. With a deafening roar that shook the earth, they collapsed and vanished!

It wasn't a landslide; it was complete decomposition of matter!

Rocks, pools, ancient patterns—everything was reduced to the finest dust under an incomprehensible shadowy force!

A huge, smooth-edged circular passage was forcibly carved out of the mountain, leading directly to where Erm and his two companions were!

At the other end of the passage, sunlight, or rather, light distorted by shadow, shone in, illuminating Mochamona's figure shrouded in shadow, like a god or demon.

He stood there, not even coming in, but calmly "watching" Erm fall to the ground from a distance of more than a hundred meters, as well as Kahn and Aji, who were protecting him behind them with faces full of despair and determination.

Mochamo's gaze passed over Erm, past Kahn, and finally landed on the bracelet on Aji's wrist, which was faintly glowing and seemed to have been activated on its own due to sensing a great threat.

"A nice little toy."

He made a casual comment, as if he were commenting on an insignificant collectible.

Then, he raised his hand again.

This time, the target was clear: Aji, and the bracelet.

The shadows gathered in his palm, transforming into an incredibly solid giant hand, seemingly capable of grasping the sun, moon, and stars, ignoring space itself.

The distance was so great that it enveloped Aji directly!

Before the giant hand even arrived, the terrifying pressure had already caused Kahn to collapse to the ground, unable to move even a finger. Aji felt as if the surrounding air had turned into steel, about to crush him and the bracelet together!

In the face of absolute power, any struggle is futile.

At this critical moment, a sudden change occurred!

Perhaps it was Mochamo's act of forcibly tearing apart the island's defenses and obliterating the caves that thoroughly enraged the ancient will inherent in the "Vortex of Sinking Bones" —

Perhaps it was the bracelet's reaction to the shadow power of Mochamo during a life-or-death moment that triggered an unprecedentedly violent response—

Or perhaps the combination of the two triggered a chain reaction: "Snap!!!"

Centered on Aji's feet, the originally solid rock layer instantly became illusory and transparent, and then shattered like a mirror!

A pitch-black, deep spatial rift, emanating maddening incantations and terrifying suction, suddenly opened without warning!

The appearance of this rift brought with it a kind of chaos and tyranny at the level of rules, and even briefly interfered with and distorted the giant shadow hand that Mochamo was grabbing down!

"Um?"

Mochamo let out a slightly surprised nasal sound.

Aji, Kahn, and the heavily injured Erm, who were directly above the rift, were powerless to resist the sudden spatial collapse and violent suction, and were instantly swallowed up!

"No!"

Aji only had time to let out a short cry of surprise before his figure disappeared into the endless darkness.

Mochamo's shadowy giant hand paused at the edge of the rift, seemingly assessing the danger of the sudden spatial turbulence.

He could sense that the depths of the rift connected to an extremely unstable region, possibly involving some ancient taboos.

In that instant of hesitation, the irregular spatial rift suddenly contracted and closed!

All that remained was a twisted, broken trace, still radiating residual chaotic energy, and—an empty rock formation.

Mochamo slowly lowered his hand, the shadows around him undulating, revealing the turmoil in his heart.

He never expected that a mere third-level apprentice and two miners could escape from his clutches in this way.

His gaze deepened as he looked at the spot where the spatial rift had disappeared, then swept over the seemingly ordinary Black Reef Island beneath his feet, an island that actually concealed many secrets.

"The Vortex of Sinking Bones — Dark Blood Core — Interesting."

He muttered to himself, a hint of genuine interest mixed in with his chilling killing intent.

"search."

He uttered a single, cold word to the "Blood Blade" squad waiting behind him.

"We need to see him alive or dead. Also, we need to find out exactly where this rift leads."

Hunting seems to have become complicated.

But the prey may be escaping into an even more dangerous cage.