Wizard: Starts with Advanced Meditation

Raswick's pupils suddenly contracted, and blue-purple light flashed wildly in his eyes. He couldn't help but take half a step back, his fingertips trembling unconsciously.

The Cyrus before them was no longer the battered and dying man he had been moments before.

The gruesome wound that had pierced his abdomen had completely healed, and the charred skin on his body had peeled away, revealing the strong skin and muscle underneath.

The blood energy surrounding him was even more concentrated than that of Kustella, yet it carried a chilling sense of chaos—this was the reason for Kustella's madness.

Every wisp of blood and energy coursed through his skin, constantly enhancing his physical condition.

"call--"

His jet-black hair was gently blown aside by the wind, revealing his youthful face and a pair of slightly eerie, dark eyes, with a faint blood-red glow around the pupils.

Cyrus slowly raised his head. Although his cold eyes were now stained with blood, there was no madness in them. Instead, they exuded a calm and cold ruthlessness.

"The most deeply involved?"

Cyrus spoke, his voice no longer hoarse, but clear and bright.

He gazed at Kustella, which had ceased flying and was now staring intently at him, and said disdainfully:

"You simply don't understand the true purpose of this power."

With a light tap on Booth's body, he shot out like an arrow, passing through the crowd in the air and heading straight for Kustella.

"Haha—Come on!!"

Upon seeing this, Kustella cried out in alarm and also shot off in the direction of Cyrus.

As he continued to accumulate magic power in his throat, the lines on his throat turned completely red. The next moment, without a scream, thick blood gushed out from his throat.

The blood-red light instantly spread across a large area, and the surrounding wizards could sense the danger emanating from it, causing them to fly away in all directions.

Faced with the surging blood light, Cyrus did not stop. His eyes flashed with blood patterns, and the boiling blood energy around him exploded instantly, forming a semi-transparent blood-colored barrier.

And so, Cyrus plunged straight into the blood-red light, braving its surging and corrosive force, and flew toward Kustella on the opposite side.

Kustella continued to keep his mouth wide open, maintaining the gush of blood from his throat. Unbeknownst to him, blood was beginning to trickle from the corner of his mouth.

But as Cyrus drew closer, Kustella was horrified to discover that the blood-red light he spewed posed no threat at all, and even automatically merged into Cyrus's blood-red barrier.

His eyes narrowed abruptly, and the action of spitting blood stopped abruptly. He immediately prepared to make the blood-red patterns on his throat fade away and transform the surging energy in his throat into the tearing sound waves of the shrieking banshee.

but……

"Giggle—this—giggle—"

Kustella was shocked. He was horrified to discover that the blood-red lines on his throat could not be removed, and the shrieking banshee's throat was also completely stained with blood energy.

He frantically tried to forcefully activate the sound waves, but a thick, bloody smell was spreading deep into his neck, followed by a tearing pain in his throat.

At the same time, Cyrus had arrived in front of Kustella. The crimson barrier around him became even more solid as it absorbed the opponent's crimson light, exuding a dangerous aura.

He watched as Kustella futilely choked himself, a hint of mockery creeping onto his otherwise cold expression.

The barrier cast a wisp of blood energy towards his fingertips. Although it was only a wisp, it was incredibly solid and had already materialized.

Then, with a forceful flick of his wrist, the wisp of blood energy shot straight into the opponent's throat like a red lightning bolt.

Kustella immediately conjured a jet-black round shield. The next second, a surge of blood energy rushed in, but upon contact, the shield was instantly enveloped by a streak of blood light, merging with the blood energy.

The volume of the blood energy suddenly surged, becoming the size of a fist, easily piercing Kustella's throat and tearing a large hole in his neck, from which blood gushed out like a waterfall.

"Hehehe..."

Kustella's expression was extremely ferocious. He trembled as he reached into his storage bag, attempting to take out a blood-replenishing potion to repair his wounds.

"You think... there will be no consequences for forcibly appropriating power that doesn't belong to you?"

The next moment, Cyrus's voice clearly reached Kustella's ears; he had appeared behind Kustella in an instant.

"From the moment you chose to use the throat of the Screaming Banshee to contain the blood energy, you became a vessel for this power—not its master."

"Whoosh—thud"

Before he could finish speaking, Cyrus's hands had already become two afterimages, so fast that no one could see their trajectory. Before Kustella could react, he had firmly gripped Kustella's head and shoulders.

"Sizzle—"

With a sharp "rip," accompanied by the sounds of flesh tearing and bones shattering, he ripped the other man's head off his neck, even pulling out his spine.

Looking at Kustella's corpse, a glint of greed flashed in Cyrus's eyes, but he forcibly suppressed the desire and casually tossed the head aside.

Without pausing, Cyrus blasted off towards Reske.

At this moment, Riske was covering his head, trying his best to suppress the agitation in his heart. Cyrus was emitting a very strong agitation factor, which even a wizard of the illusion spell faction like him could hardly resist.

Sensing Cyrus approaching from afar, Riske clenched his teeth, his magic surging into his eyes like a tidal wave, making the light in his eyes even brighter.

"No---!!"

Raswick roared, his eyes now able to blaze with uncontrollable light, bursting forth like two beams of blue and purple energy that swept outwards.

Forcibly dispersing these frenzied factors, Riske, with his eyes wide open to the limit, charged toward Cyrus.

……

Inside the barrier, Sotadia subtly moved her fingertips, controlling several lightning cones to shoot straight at Hughes. These lightning cones staggered their trajectories and shot towards Hughes from different directions.

Glancing at the approaching lightning spikes, Houston sensed something was wrong. He could feel that even with the deflection field at its maximum, these lightning spikes could still easily pass through the field and pierce him.

These tiny lightning cones contained immense lightning elemental energy, and even amidst the raging lightning tide, they remained unharmed, steadily advancing towards Hughes.

Seeing one of the lightning cones hurtling towards him, Hughes had no choice but to activate Tidal Protection, and a spiraling water vortex instantly formed in his palm.

"Plop—Sizzle!!!"

Hughes rotated his palm, and the lightning cone shot straight into the vortex. The vortex spun violently, attempting to disperse the lightning cone, but the result was only to temporarily slow down its progress and trap it in the vortex.