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The team continued forward.

With Ian joining the team, their combat strength has been significantly improved.

His crystal cone detection and interference abilities, combined with Alyvia's moonlight magic, greatly increased the speed of their advance.

They encountered several more waves of monsters along the way, and also experienced a remnant of the laws.

The space suddenly flipped, and everyone was almost thrown to the top of the cave. Fortunately, Ian used the crystal cone to stabilize everyone in time, so there were no casualties.

"You have a strong ability to adapt to the distortion of rules." Alyvia looked at Ian thoughtfully.

"Perhaps it's because of the unique characteristics of my mental power," Ian said vaguely.

Alyssa didn't press the matter; everyone has their own secrets.

The closer you get to the core area, the more wizard teams you'll encounter.

The Silver Ring, the Withered Council, the Emerald Forest... the forces of various organizations are converging on the depths.

There were occasional frictions, but under the suppression of the third-level archmages, no large-scale conflict broke out.

Ian spotted the Crimson Court's group; they were few in number, but each of them exuded a chilling aura.

Ian pulled his hood down and hid among the Shadowmoon Squad, going unnoticed.

"The assembly area designated by the command center is just ahead," Alyvia said, pointing to a huge natural cave ahead.

The area has been transformed into a temporary camp, with a light curtain of purifying runes covering an area the size of half a football field.

Hundreds of wizards rested and exchanged information there.

In the center of the temporary camp, a huge crystal mirror floats, displaying in real time an energy fluctuation map of the Earth's core area, as well as the location markers of each team.

Ian followed Alyvia's team into the camp.

As soon as I stepped into the light curtain, a refreshing energy of order washed over me, dispelling the oppressive feeling of the earth's pollution.

Many wizards breathed a sigh of relief, their faces showing signs of exhaustion.

"Captain Elivia!" A wizard dressed in a Silver Ring uniform came forward.

"Your team did well, killing three lich clones. Your achievements have been recorded."

He glanced at Ian: "And this is?"

"Ian Marcus, the wizard who has returned from his travels in Shadowmoon."

"He's very strong," Alyvia explained. "We owe the fight to him."

The Silver Ring Wizard nodded, asked no further questions, and handed over a jade tablet recording merits.

For the next task, the level one wizard only needs to stay here.

The final step, destroying or sealing the Earth Gland, is beyond their capabilities.

That's something only a level three archmage could handle.

……

Earth hernia core.

A massive, dark red tumor, as large as a heart, throbbed deep within the abyss's rift.

Each contraction unleashed a massive surge of demonic energy, the distorted rules spreading like ripples.

The four major wizarding organizations have formed an alliance and surrounded the area from all sides.

The silver-armored wizards of the Silver Ring lined up at the front, their purification runes forming a wall of light as they advanced step by step.

The deep blue robes of the Shadowmoon Tower surged like a tide, and moonlight magic wove into a net.

The grey-robed wizards of the Withering Council roamed the shadows, and death energy silently eroded the aberrations.

The crimson robes of the Emerald Woodland form a protective barrier against pollution.

Ian followed Alyvia's squad to the edge of the battlefield.

The scene before me was suffocating.

The surface of the sarcoma is covered with purplish-black blood vessels, and it continues to "grow" various deformities.

A three-headed, six-armed rock giant; a floating aggregate of vengeful spirits; distorted illusions of lingering laws...

"Clear the surrounding aberrations to pave the way for sealing the sacred relic!" Elivia ordered.

The squad scattered instantly.

Ian held nothing back.

All twelve floating crystal cones were activated, transforming into a swarm of silver bees that specifically targeted the energy nodes of the aberrant variants.

The [Soul Devouring] ability is fully activated, with a dark red vortex spinning in the mind's sea, devouring and transforming the polluted energy dissipating from the battlefield to replenish its consumption.

With his left hand, he swept across with the [Frost Ray], and wherever the beam of ice and fire passed, the aberrations froze and shattered.

His right hand occasionally unleashed [Burning Rays], precisely piercing the core of the vengeful spirit aggregate.

Gaga leaped in the shadows, and the [Eye of Calamity] disrupted the formation of the law's echo, creating opportunities for his teammates.

The battle was intense and chaotic.

As wizards were injured and forced to retreat, new teams stepped up to take their place.

The three-level archmages of the four major organizations hovered in mid-air, their auras as deep as the abyss, suppressing the most fundamental backlash of the tumor's rules.

"Now!"

The white-haired, level-three archmage of the Silver Ring suddenly raised his hand.

A fist-sized, sun-like core of light appeared in his palm.

Sacred runes flowed across the surface of the light core, emanating an aura of pure and ultimate order.

[A sealed relic bestowed by the Morning Star Wizard!]

"In the name of [Endless Holy Light], purify the wounds of this world!"

The light nucleus was hurled towards the core of the tumor.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

The next moment, the light core exploded.

An endless torrent of purification, like a celestial river flowing backward, washed over the dark red tumor.

"laugh!!!"

Thick black smoke instantly billowed from the surface of the tumor, purplish-black blood vessels ruptured inch by inch, and the distorted rules were forcibly smoothed out in the torrent of order.

The pulsation of the hernia suddenly stopped.

Those constantly "growing" aberrations froze, then collapsed like sand sculptures.

The distortions in the battlefield rules briefly subsided, gravity returned to normal, and the spatial folds disappeared.

The pulsation of the hernia suddenly stopped.

Those constantly "growing" aberrations froze, then collapsed like sand sculptures.

The distortions in the battlefield rules briefly subsided, gravity returned to normal, and the spatial folds disappeared.

"Strip!"

Four level-three archmages attacked simultaneously.

Four immense spiritual energies transformed into giant hands, probing deep into the tumor and forcefully tearing out a palm-sized "scar" that continuously dripped dark red pus.

The scar struggled as if it were alive, its surface revealing countless painful and distorted faces.

However, it was suppressed by four spiritual forces and eventually sealed in a crystal box.

The hernia stopped pulsating completely.

The dark red tumor began to wither and turn gray rapidly, with cracks spreading across its surface.

Boom! The tumor disintegrated and exploded.

The dense demonic energy dissipated like a tide, and the concentration of pollution in the air dropped sharply.

"It's finally over, I survived..."

A wizard murmured, his voice trembling with disbelief.

Immediately, cheers erupted like a volcanic eruption, resounding throughout the earth.

Ian, however, did not relax.

His sharp gaze swept over the fragments that flew as the tumor disintegrated.

Several dark purple crystals were splashing towards him.

"Fragments of Abyssal Law Crystals!"

His perspective has changed since he received the information about the soul contract.

After surveying his surroundings, he extended his crystal cone, precisely catching three larger fragments and retrieving them from his hand.

It feels cold to the touch, and the rules within the fragments flow chaotically and violently, but its essence is extremely high.

"Not bad." He thought to himself, and quickly put the fragments into his dimensional bag.

The battlefield is entering its final stages.

The remaining mutants were eliminated one by one, and the wizards began collecting spoils and treating the wounded.

Ian returned to Alivia's squad.

Everyone looked tired, but their eyes were bright.

"It's over." Alyvia breathed a sigh of relief.

Ian nodded, his gaze fixed on the sealed "primal scab," his eyes deep.

This once-in-fifty-years war against demons has finally come to an end.