Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

Ian opened his eyes and walked toward the faint ripple.

He walked slowly, listening to the sounds coming from all directions.

The auditory hallucinations in the hallucination corridor continued, sometimes sounding like a woman crying, sometimes like a child laughing.

He pretended not to hear and just stared at his feet.

After walking for about half an hour, the reliefs on the wall changed.

Instead of those distorted people, there were patterns of monsters with fish heads and human bodies, holding forks in their hands.

There's light ahead; that's the exit.

Ian quickened his pace, and the moment he stepped out of the corridor, the sticky mental interference vanished.

He took a breath, and the cloying, rotten smell in the air had faded considerably.

It smelled of dampness and moisture, with a hint of fishiness.

Before me lay an open space, paved with dark blue-green stone slabs, with dark green moss growing in the cracks between them.

In the distance, you can see huge stone pillars supporting the hazy sky, but it's hard to tell how tall they are.

This is the interior of the Sleeping Palace.

Ian didn't stop, and continued walking in the direction he felt he was going.

I walked along the edge of the stone path, half of my body in the shadow.

The road was not safe.

First, the moss at my feet suddenly came to life and coiled around me like a snake.

Ian stepped on it, and the jade-like light flashed, shattering the moss into a puddle of slime.

After walking a few steps, a dark shadow fell down from the crack in the rocks above.

It was a strange beetle the size of a palm, with a shell as hard as iron, and its mouthparts opened to make a "click" sound.

Ian raised his hand and pointed, and the white light of the Frost Ray flashed, freezing the beetle into an ice block, which then shattered with a "crack".

On the way, he also encountered two other wizards.

One of them was a gray-robed member of a withered council, squatting in a corner, muttering something to himself while staring intently at the markings on the wall.

Upon seeing Ian enter, he hurriedly stood up, looking wary and extremely nervous.

Ian just wanted to get the Void Anchor Stone and didn't want to cause trouble, so he walked around and ignored him.

Seeing that Ian let him go so easily, the man in the gray robe seemed a little surprised and lowered his head in thought.

Ian continued on his way and encountered two more people from the Crimson Court.

They are currently battling a giant pitcher plant that spits out poisonous stingers, sparks flying everywhere.

Ian ignored them as well, slipping past them into the shadows dozens of meters behind.

The two were so focused on dealing with the demonic plant that they didn't notice it at all.

The further you go, the heavier the moisture becomes, and the fishy smell in the air is so strong it's pungent.

After passing several collapsed stone pillars, the view suddenly opened up to a lake.

The lake water was dark green, lifeless, and without a ripple.

The lake is very large, and you can't see the other side at a glance.

There were many pale white bones piled up by the lake, some humanoid, some of various monsters.

Just as Ian was about to go around it, the lake water started to bubble up.

Splash! Splash!

Dozens of dark figures darted out of the water and landed on the rocky beach on the shore.

"This...is a fish-man?"

It looked similar to the monsters in my previous life's World of Warcraft: green-skinned, with bulging eyes and a mouthful of sharp teeth.

But they were much larger, each over two meters tall, with arms thicker than Ian's thighs, and holding rough bone forks or stone hammers.

Their auras surged, and each of them possessed the level of an early-stage first-level wizard.

"Gah!" A soft gurgling sound came from inside the sleeve, sounding somewhat excited.

"Hehe, come out again later."

Ian didn't want to pay attention to the fishmen, but they had already come back up.

"Since you're all looking for death, then so be it."

The largest of the fishmen was the leader, who wore a string of skulls around his neck.

It raised its bone fork and let out a sharp screech.

Dozens of fishmen yelled "Wah wah wah" and charged over, their flippers making a "thump thump" sound as they stomped on the ground.

Ian didn't back down; instead, he took a step forward.

He raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and made a loose fist towards the five or six fishmen at the front.

hum!

The air distorted, and a dark sphere, the size of a fist, with its internal light slightly collapsed, instantly condensed in front of his palm.

[Gravity Collapse Ball] In the past two months, he has improved his proficiency with it, making it much faster to create balls.

go with!

The little black ball flew out silently, its speed as fast as a shadow.

puff!

The chests of the five fishmen most recently exploded with holes the size of bowls, allowing them to pass through from front to back.

They charged forward without stopping, took two more steps, then looked down at their chests, and without a sound, collapsed to the ground.

The flesh around the wound was twisted in a strange way, as if it had been twisted by an invisible force.

Ian managed to control the power; otherwise, there wouldn't have been any spoils left.

The fishmen behind were stunned for a moment, but their ferocity was aroused, and they roared and continued to charge.

With a wave of his left hand, Ian separated thirty-six three-inch-sized, angular, translucent crystals from the Crystal Energy Barrier.

Floating crystal guardians hovered around him.

With the transformation of his realm and spiritual power, he can now control up to 72.

"Disperse!"

The crystal satellites darted out like a swarm of agile bees, crashing into the fish-men.

They look small, but they can hit objects with tremendous force and have extremely hard surfaces.

"Crack!" "Thud!" The sounds of bones breaking and flesh being pierced rang out. Several mermen were hit so hard that their bones were broken or their flesh was cut open by the edge of the crystal guard.

Ian moved as well.

He pushed off with his foot, and the bluestone slab cracked open with a "crack," sending him flying into the fish like a cannonball.

No witchcraft was used, just fists.

When the [Furnace Tempering Technique] is activated to its fullest extent, a jade-like luster flows beneath the skin.

He punched a murloc who had raised a stone hammer.

boom!

The stone hammer shattered, but the fist's momentum didn't diminish, leaving a mark on the fishman's scaly chest.

"Bang!" A cloud of blood mist exploded from the back of the merman, and his eyeballs bulged out.

It flew straight out seven or eight meters, knocking over its two companions behind it. Cola Novels always has a story waiting for you to unfold.

Ian sidestepped a bone fork that was thrusting towards him, and then jabbed his elbow back, striking another merman in the ribs.

The crisp sound of bones breaking was clearly audible, and the fish-man screamed and collapsed.

He snatched the bone fork and hurled it with a backhand motion, piercing the throat of the third merman who tried to pounce on him.

Gaga finally couldn't hold it in any longer.

It emerged from the shadow of Ian's collar, its form shifting as it transformed into a combat form with a wingspan of over three meters.

With a flap of his wings, more than a dozen solid, bluish-green wind blades whistled out, slicing two fishmen who were trying to ambush Ian from the side into several pieces.

Its [Ominous Eye] activated simultaneously, glaring at the densest area of ​​murlocs.

The group of mermen froze in unison, their eyes filled with confusion.

Several merfolk even began wielding weapons and attacking their companions.

Despite the large number of murlocs, the battle was still one-sided.

These merfolk possessed great strength and the aura of a first-tier fighter, but their fighting style was crude.

They have almost no magical abilities, relying entirely on their physical strength and instincts.

In less than a minute, all thirty-odd fishmen that had rushed ashore were lying down.

The rocky beach was littered with severed limbs and dark green bloodstains, and the stench was overwhelming.

Not a drop of blood was splattered on Ian.

He clapped his hands, walked to the corpses of the merfolk, squatted down, and cast the [Bloodline Purification Technique].

When you place your palm on the corpse, an invisible suction force is generated.

The corpse quickly shriveled up, and he extracted wisps of dark red blood energy, which condensed in his palm.

After processing thirty-four corpses, they obtained thirty-four dark red blood essences the size of soybeans.

"All of them are Tier 1 Blood Essence, not bad haul."

Ian put the blood essence into a jade bottle and put it away.

This stuff is a great tonic for Gaga, and it also has some auxiliary effect on his cultivation of the [Furnace Tempering Technique].

He glanced at the dark green lake, where there seemed to be more shadowy figures swimming in the depths, but he did not come ashore.

He turned and left the rocky beach, continuing toward the direction of the undulating void anchor.

Leaving the lake area, the terrain begins to rise.

The ground beneath my feet turned into a dark red mud that felt a little soft.

The smell in the air had changed again, a mixture of earthy odor and a faint, peculiar herbal fragrance.

After walking for about an hour, we climbed over a low slope and came to a garden.

Saying it's a garden isn't quite accurate.

It looked more like an area enclosed by a twisted fence covered with withered vines.

At the entrance are two rusty metal doors.

The door was covered with dim runes, which were now glowing faintly, forming a translucent film of light.

More than twenty people had already gathered in front of the gate.

Both Hogan and Catherine, both at the peak of the Liquefaction realm, are at Shadowmoon Tower.

On the Crimson Court side, there was Phoenix and another liquefied wizard.

Five or six grey-robed wizards from the Withering Council were also present, along with wizards from several other medium-sized organizations.

Everyone stood apart, about ten meters apart, and no one spoke.

Everyone stared at the large door and the runic membrane on it.

Ian's arrival attracted some attention; several gazes fell upon him, some curious, some scrutinizing.

There is also malice that is undisguised, like that of Crimson.

Hogan nodded slightly at him.

Ian walked over to Shadowmoon and the others, stood still, and looked towards the gate.

"There seems to be something good in here. Let's sneak in and take a look."

"This protective array is not simple," Hogan said in a low voice, as if talking to himself, or as if speaking to someone next to him.

"It's not possible to break through in a short time with just one or two people. If we force our way in, it will only trigger a counterattack, which will be even more troublesome."

"What should we do then? Just wait around?" a member of the Withered Council asked, his voice hoarse.

"No need to wait any longer, let's join forces."

Catherine was a somber-faced witch; she stared at the door.

"There must be something good behind it, otherwise they wouldn't have set up such strong protection. I can sense a lot of life force inside, and... a very strong energy reaction."

"Then let's join forces and break through this shell first."

Phoenix's shrill voice cut in, a fake smile on his face.

"Everyone, let's not hold back now. Open the door, go inside, and we'll talk about what's inside... it's up to you to figure it out, okay?"

No one objected. At this point, internal strife would prevent anyone from getting in.

"I'll count to three, then we'll all attack together, right in the center of the gate," Hogan said in a deep voice.

Everyone nodded and began to prepare.

Ian also raised his hand, and a frosty white aura began to gather in his palm.

"one!"

"two!"

"three!"

boom!!!

More than twenty energy attacks, each with a different shape but all powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, struck the runic light membrane in the center of the gate almost simultaneously.

Multicolored light exploded, followed by a deafening explosion that shook the ground beneath our feet.

The translucent light membrane flickered violently, its brightness uncertain, and the runes on it dimmed and shattered one after another.

Crack... Boom!

It lasted less than five seconds before the light membrane shattered completely, turning into light spots and dissipating.

The two rusted metal doors groaned under the weight of the weight.

It slowly opened inwards, creating a gap large enough for a person to pass through.

Behind the door, a strange medicinal fragrance, ten times stronger than before, mixed with a putrid and cloying smell, wafted towards us.

The moment the door opened, no one moved.

They looked at each other warily.

After a few seconds of stalemate, one of the people in the Crimson Court couldn't help but grin.

"I'll go first!" With that, a layer of bloody light rose from his body, and he rushed through the crack in the door.

Once someone takes the lead, others can't hold back any longer.

One after another, figures followed closely behind, flashing into the doorway.

Ian followed Shadowmoon and the others, and also crossed the threshold.

Upon entering, the scene before him made him frown.

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