Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

Day two.

The Leapfrog ship emitted a deep hum as all protective runes were activated.

A pale blue film of light appeared on the surface of the ship, like a layer of flowing crystal.

Ahead, the entrance to the Chaotic Void Rift Valley is getting closer and closer.

The earth below vanished here, replaced by shattered void, where dark gray chaotic mist surged.

The light is distorted, and the field of vision is warped.

Ian stood by the porthole, his right hand resting on the token.

The anchor crystal at the center of the token heated up slightly, and a line of information was projected onto it.

"All second-level wizards, proceed to the upper deck to assemble."

"Repeat: All second-level wizards, proceed to the upper deck to assemble."

Ian opened the hatch, and several figures walked quickly down the corridor, their faces grave.

He put on a dark gray robe, pulled up the hood to cover half of his face.

Gaga huddled in the shadows on the shoulder, its heterochromatic eyes scanning its surroundings warily.

Upper deck.

More than twenty level-two wizards have gathered here.

A level three archmage stood in the central area.

The old man wore an ordinary gray robe and exuded an aura of profound mystery; his name was Herbert.

He stared blankly into the void ahead, while the other level-two wizards stood scattered about, each with a different expression.

Collins Hawkwood stood on the right, with Elder Grey Vulture beside him.

He glanced at Ian with a cold look in his eyes, but said nothing.

Edelweiss and Delia stood on the left edge, their expressions calm.

Derek stood beside Herbert, his voice amplified throughout the deck.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the journey across the rift valley will take approximately three hours."

"According to the detection, there is a group of phase floaters about 100 kilometers ahead, numbering about 40."

"There is another Floating Spirit King hiding in the rear, with a strength of about level three. Please be prepared."

After he finished speaking, the deck fell into a deathly silence.

The only sounds were the whooshing sound of the ship's hull cutting through the void and the hissing sound of the protective shield rubbing against the chaotic mist.

Three minutes later.

A few specks of eerie blue light appeared in the gray fog ahead.

The light flickered, like a jellyfish in the deep sea, or like a fleeting will-o'-the-wisp.

Getting closer.

Ian realized that what was moving was not some kind of will-o'-the-wisp.

It is a translucent, shapeless energy life form.

Its outline was blurred, and a pale blue light flowed inside its body. It had no facial features, no limbs, only a writhing energy core.

They float in the void, moving slowly but with strange trajectories.

It disappears and reappears at times, like jumping between different phases.

The total number is over forty.

Several thousand meters behind, a huge ball of dark blue light was suspended.

The orb of light was over ten meters in diameter, with an incredibly high internal energy density, causing the surrounding space to distort slightly.

The King of Floating Spirits.

It didn't approach; it simply watched the spaceship silently.

Like a hunter observing its prey.

On the deck, everyone held their breath.

The first-level wizards and apprentices had retreated into the cabin and were watching nervously through the portholes.

The second-level wizards gripped their staffs or magical implements tightly, their fingertips glowing with various colors.

Ian's right hand hung at his side, and the crystal guardian floating inside his sleeve quietly rotated.

His mental energy had covered a ten-meter radius around him.

"Ready..."

Derek's voice had just begun.

A sudden change has occurred!

The three floating spirits at the very front suddenly accelerated without warning!

They ignored the spaceship's pale blue energy shield and passed through it as easily as if they were passing through a curtain of water.

The translucent body landed on the deck with a soft "plop" sound.

There is no physical collision, just like a shadow falling on a wall.

The attacks of all the wizards on the deck erupted almost simultaneously!

Fireball, ice spike, lightning chain, wind blade...

A torrent of multicolored sorcery instantly engulfed the three floating spirits.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The energy exploded, and the air currents surged.

But next second.

All the magic pierced through the floating spirit's body, striking the metal deck and sending sparks flying.

The spirit was completely unharmed.

They didn't even "see" those attacks.

The pale blue light writhed and drifted toward a level one wizard who had not entered the cabin.

The wizard's expression changed drastically, and he retreated rapidly while simultaneously releasing three ice walls.

The spirit floated through the ice wall as if passing through air.

It was "attached" to the wizard.

A pale blue light seeped into the wizard's robes and into his skin.

The wizard let out a piercing scream!

His energy field vibrated violently, but he was unable to stop the intrusion of that energy.

His body began to "fade" visibly.

Like a pencil drawing that has been erased.

three seconds.

It only took three seconds!

Where it stood, only an empty robe lay on the ground, not even ashes remained inside.

A fully-fledged wizard died quietly.

The Floating Spirit's ball of light brightened slightly, and it seemed to tremble with "satisfaction".

On the deck, there was a deathly silence.

Everyone's face turned pale.

"Phase misalignment!"

Herbert's voice rang out, cold and steady.

"They are currently in a 'virtual phase,' and conventional attacks are ineffective."

"Someone needs to pull them back from the misaligned phases to reality."

He looked at all the second-level wizards on the deck.

"I have a way to force the anchor, but it takes five seconds to charge up."

"Within these five seconds, someone must temporarily interfere with or anchor them to prevent them from continuing to devour."

"Whoever possesses this kind of witchcraft, please assist me; the Giant Sail Alliance will pay a substantial reward."

The scene fell silent.

More than twenty level-two wizards did not respond.

Some people avoided eye contact, while others lowered their heads and remained silent.

Just kidding, not to mention that forced anchoring abilities are extremely rare and consume a huge amount of resources.

And... how could he stand up for the floating spirits under their threat?

court death.

Collins smirked and took a half-step back, clearly not intending to make a move.

Adele frowned, looking at Ian with a hint of worry in her eyes.

Just then.

Several other spirits pierced through the protective shield and landed on the deck.

They didn't attack immediately, but rather seemed to be "sniffing out".

The pale blue light trembled slightly and turned in a certain direction.

Ian's direction.

The next second, the five floating spirits accelerated simultaneously and pounced on him!

It moves at extremely high speeds and its trajectory is unpredictable.

They "smelled" it.

They could smell the extremely rich aura of stellar rules emanating from the [Seed of Stars] within Ian's spiritual sea.

For energy-based life forms, this is an irresistible temptation.

All eyes on the deck instantly focused on Ian.

There was sympathy, relief, and indifference.

Ian stood still, without moving.

In the shadow of his hood, his eyes were as cold as iron.

"That's just asking for trouble."

He raised his right hand, his five fingers loosely clenched.

The first floating spirit had already pounced within three meters of him.

The pale blue light almost touched the hem of his robe.

"Gravity anchoring".

Ian's voice was so soft that only he could hear it.

But the movements were as fast as lightning.

hum!

A black sphere the size of a quail egg instantly condensed in his palm.

The surface of the sphere has no luster, only pure "attraction".

The surrounding light was distorted, and the air was sucked out.

Miniature version of its power: [Gravity Collapse Sphere].

The black sphere flew out of my hand and accurately hit the first floating spirit.

It did not penetrate, and there was no energy impact.

Only an invisible, terrifying gravitational field completely locked down the space around the floating spirit!

Fu Lingyoulan's body twisted violently.

It emits a silent shriek.

It attempted a phase jump to escape.

But the gravitational field is like an invisible hand, tightly gripping its "existence".

Ignoring the misaligned space, it was forcibly dragged from the virtual phase back to reality!

"Now!"

Ian gave a low shout.

A level two wizard nearby reacted extremely quickly, and a blazing white lightning spear shot out from his hand!

It's sizzling!

The lightning spear pierced through the anchored body of the floating spirit.

This time, it didn't disappoint.

The pale blue light cluster shattered like broken glass, exploding into countless points of light.

Completely annihilated.

On the deck, everyone's eyes widened in disbelief.

"efficient!"

"He can anchor!"

"Help me quickly!"

The second floating spirit was already in front of him, and Ian raised his left hand at the same time.

The second [Gravity Collapse Sphere] was instantly released again.

The black sphere traced an arc and hit its target precisely.

"Focus fire!"

This time, three spells were launched simultaneously.

Fire pillar, ice blast, wind blade.

The floating spirit vanished.

The third one, the fourth one, the fifth one...

Ian did not move an inch.

With hands raised alternately, black spheres flew out one after another.

The rhythm was frighteningly stable.

The release interval of each collapsing ball shall not exceed 0.2 seconds.

Each one lands precisely at the core of the floating spirit's energy.

The second-level wizards on the deck went from initial hesitation to scrambling to get on board.

They even started vying for "export slots".

"I'll take this one!"

"Don't try to steal it! My lightning element is effective against it!"

"Get out of my way! My magical artifacts need energy to recharge!"

……

Amidst the chaos, there was a kind of absurd liveliness.

Less than three seconds.

All thirteen floating spirits that entered the deck were anchored and killed.

Not one escaped, and not one was able to release pheromones.

It's safe on deck for now.

But outside the protective barrier, more than thirty floating spirits were approaching.

Herbert's voice rang out.

That's enough.

He clasped his hands together, and a ball of silver-gray light rapidly expanded in his palms.

Complex spatial runes flowed across the surface of the sphere, emanating a heart-pounding fluctuation.

"Everyone, prepare to focus fire."

"I'll count to three."

"one."

The silver-gray orb detached from Herbert's palm and hovered above the deck.

"two."

The sphere of light suddenly expanded, transforming into a semi-transparent silver light curtain that enveloped the entire spaceship.

"three."

The light curtain contracts inward.

All the floating spirits that touched the light barrier froze at the same time!

Their dark blue outlines were violently distorted, as if they had been forcibly pulled out of the "interlayer" by an invisible hand.

Phase misalignment, forcibly corrected!

More than thirty floating spirits were all forced back into the real phase!

"attack!"

Herbert drank it cold.

On the deck, all the second-level wizards' spells erupted simultaneously!

Sea of ​​fire, hell of lightning, ice storm, meteor shower...

The torrent of second-order sorcery converged into a destructive energy tide.

It only took one second.

More than thirty floating spirits were all wiped out.

The pale blue lights exploded like fireworks, illuminating the gray void.

Behind them, the enormous ball of light of the Floating Spirit King trembled violently.

It let out a silent roar, and the surrounding void distorted, as if it were about to take action itself.

But another vast aura rose from the depths of the spaceship.

Another level three archmage.

The aura locked onto the King of Floating Spirits.

A powerful aura began to probe... a standoff.

Ten seconds later, the King of Floating Spirits slowly retreated.

With a few remaining floating spirits, it sank into the gray mist deep within the rift valley.

Disappear.

The spaceship crisis is over.

The deck was a mess.

The metal floor was charred, frozen, corroded, and covered with cracks.

But no one died, except for the unfortunate wizard who was initially devoured.

Everyone is alive.

Everyone's eyes turned in the same direction without prior agreement.

Ian stood there, his dark gray robes fluttering slightly.

The hood had fallen down at some point, revealing a weathered yet serene face.

A black raven perched quietly on his shoulder, its heterochromatic eyes scanning the entire area.

Herbert walked up to Ian.

The old man in the gray robe had undisguised admiration in his eyes.

"What's your name?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried across every corner of the deck.

Ian bowed slightly.

"Gray Moon".

"Grey Moon Wizard"

Herbert repeated it and nodded.

"Thank you for your help."

Four words, very concise.

But on this spaceship, the weight is as heavy as a mountain.

All the wizards on the deck understood.

This young wizard became famous overnight.

Collins Hawkwood stood not far away, his eyes unreadable.

The initial chill in his eyes had largely dissipated, replaced by contemplation and weighing of options.

He glanced at Elder Gray Vulture beside him, who shook his head slightly.

The meaning in his eyes was very clear.

Collins took a deep breath and finally looked away.

There was no apology, no statement, but the initial hostility had clearly subsided.

Those from prominent families may be arrogant, but they are by no means stupid.

Here, you'll clash with an opponent of immense potential, one who is highly regarded by a Level 3 Archmage.

Not cost-effective.

Adele looked at Ian, and the corners of her mouth curved into a very slight smile.

He showed a relieved and relieved expression.

Delia stood beside her, her eyes gentle, and nodded slightly.

Whispers began to rise from the deck.

"That black sphere... what kind of witchcraft was that?"

"I've seen this kind of witchcraft before, but its power doesn't seem to be this terrifying..."

"Thirteen consecutive instantaneous attacks... just how deep is his mental energy reserve?"

"Judging from the magical fluctuations, which carry a rich aura of starlight, the elementalization process is probably more than halfway complete..."

Ian was also helpless just now. He originally did not intend to take action, as this would expose some of his sorcery secrets.

He ignored those stares and turned to walk towards the cabin.

On his shoulder, Ga Ga transmitted his voice through the soul link:

"Ian, there was something inside the King of the Floating Spirits just now..."

"Yes, I felt it too." Ian continued walking.

"The [Seed of Stars] resonated with that thing, and it really wants... the relics of the Yuangu Clan."

Gaga's little eyes lit up.

"So...should we come back to look for it later?"

"Maybe."

Ian pushed open the cabin door and walked into the dimly lit corridor. Behind him, the noise on the deck gradually faded away.

He leaned against the metal wall and slowly exhaled.

The slight tremor in his right palm finally subsided.

The consumption of mental energy and rules is not much for thirteen consecutive instantaneous casts of the miniaturized [Gravity Collapse Sphere].

Although some of our cards were revealed, it wasn't a complete loss.

Not only did they resolve the crisis, but they also received public affirmation from Herbert.

If some enemies target him using the methods he just displayed...

Ian lowered his eyelids. "That's interesting."

He glanced at the yellowed animal hide deep within the dimensional ring.

The energy aura that erupted when the King of Floating Spirits and the Level 3 Wizard were testing each other just now.

The scent was extremely similar to that of the animal hide.

Or rather, they share the same origin.