Wizards pursue the truth

Chapter 315 [315] A Series of Twists and Turns: All Formal Wizards Lose Their Composure

dong dong!

The sound, like a heartbeat, this subtle tremor, caused all the wizards watching to change color instantly.

Even across the battlefield, one could feel that heartfelt excitement.

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Their gazes were all focused on the North Star, fixed on her, or more precisely, on something in her hand.

That was a sword.

A cross-shaped longsword that cannot be ignored once it is seen.

The blade was covered with dark patterns, like tiny wizarding script, extending all the way to the sharp, curved hilt.

The sword's edge wasn't sharp; instead, it resembled a shield, covered with a faint, dark luster that reflected directly into the soul, instilling a sense of inexplicable panic.

Polaris was covered in eerie, blood-red runes that were still flowing until they converged in his palm.

The sword was unusual because it was difficult to pull out of the palm of one's hand, first the hilt, then the blade. With each inch it was pulled out, the fear in the hearts of the many formal wizards present grew even greater.

The terrifying aura of the underworld transformed into a purple stream of energy that burst forth, instantly triggering all the magnetic field energy within a radius of 30,000 meters. Large swathes of gray clouds were blown away, and the howling underworld sword energy could be vaguely seen.

Without a doubt, if one were on the ground, even a mountain thousands of meters high would be completely destroyed, and everything around would be reduced to dust in an instant.

The mere dissipation of energy can cause such destruction.

"This is the Netherworld Sword. The Netherworld Wizard's inherited and sublimated magical artifact, the core magical artifact of a third-level Grand Wizard." The murmur of the Netherworld Wizard instantly startled all the formal wizards present.

"The core artifact of the Netherworld Wizard? What a joke!!" Freddy the Wizard even stuttered as he looked in Wang Ya's direction in a panic. Using something like this, how could the Nightmare Wizard possibly defeat Polaris?

This is completely beyond the norm. Even the Ghostlight Wizard himself would have a question of whether he could defeat Polaris, who wields the Ghost Sword.

The expressions on the faces of the Bone Wizard and the Rhine Wizard were extremely solemn.

The latter said in a low voice, "As expected, it really is that sword. The Nightmare Wizard has already lost, there's no surprise."

The Bone Wizard also fell silent. That terrifying aura was completely beyond their level, and they could hardly even touch it.

If it were him facing such a terrifying magical artifact, let alone confronting it directly, even the mere ripples of its aura would be enough to cause him considerable suffering.

The Nightmare Wizard has already lost.

Many formal wizards clenched their fists, their eyes fixed on the situation on the battlefield.

The fact that Polaris had actually mastered the Netherworld Sword was something they had never imagined.

In this situation, what chance does the Nightmare Wizard have of winning?

Some observant formal wizards recalled that in the council space, when the other party opened his meridians, he mentioned opening the "Netherworld Meridian," which seemed to correspond to the result of that sword there.

It turns out that from the very beginning, Polaris already had the confidence to be invincible.

The meaning represented by the Netherworld Sword is also completely different. In addition, Polaris is a lineage wizard of the Dark lineage, and his teacher is also a formal wizard of the Light lineage. His eyes flickered, and his expression became subtle.

Polaris finally pulled out the Netherworld Sword completely, and the purple aura transformed into a pillar of light that shot into the sky, covering a distance of 100 meters and directly shattering the surrounding magnetic field clouds that stretched for 50,000 meters.

It was astonishing, and terrifying. No legitimate wizard would remain unmoved by this sword.

This is a force capable of directly shaking the entire airspace battlefield.

The price paid was the depletion of 88% of the particle energy in the body, at least 90% of the extraordinary spiritual power, and even a significant loss of vital energy and vitality.

Her face was so pale and sickly that a smile played on her lips.

She was smiling, a radiant smile, and with her stunningly beautiful face, she possessed a captivating beauty, like an iceberg melting and a Udumbara flower blooming.

She succeeded; even if she could only unleash one sword strike, its power would be greatly reduced.

But this is, after all, a level three sublimated magical artifact, the core magical artifact of a level three Radiant Moon Grand Wizard.

Even if it's a teacher, I won't lose.

With the Netherworld Sword in hand, Polaris sensed a continuous flow of power emanating from the hilt, and even his mental and sensory abilities seemed to rise with the sword's aura.

This feeling is incredibly wonderful, as if I can do anything.

Polaris did not use his extraordinary spiritual power to sense Wang Ya's location.

He gripped the sword hilt with both hands and slashed down at the void in front of him.

The supreme power of the Netherworld Sword will spontaneously seek out and destroy the corresponding enemy.

As long as he remains in this airspace battlefield, this is unavoidable; he can only endure and face the attacks of the Netherworld Sword.

The tiny body wielded a sword only 120 centimeters long, and the entire magnetic field space seemed to be shaken. The spatial layer also rose and fell with it, and the ghostly aura gathered. The purple sword wave grew from small to large, directly sweeping up the entire airspace battlefield. All the gray magnetic field clouds within a range of 300,000 meters were all drawn in.

In the blink of an eye, the sword wave spread to ten thousand meters, directly reaching the location of the target.

Even the sun's brilliance seemed to dim under the purple light at this moment.

Nothing can survive such an attack.

The spatial layers were directly cleaved open, leaving behind thin black cracks along the way. Affected by the power of the Netherworld Sword, these cracks could not heal for a long time.

"This is the true power of the Netherworld Sword. Polaris has truly unleashed it," the Rhine Wizard said, seemingly lost in thought.

The bone wizard's face showed fear; such power!

The Spectral Wizard frowned, a hint of apprehension in her eyes. She wouldn't confront the attack head-on; instead, she would choose to avoid it.

The Netherworld Sword is too destructive. Its most crucial factor is not its destructive power at the energy level, but rather the particle energy pollution it generates, which ignites Netherworld Fire, making it very difficult to destroy using its own particle energy.

Essentially, it is a fusion of illusory and real forces, and can even burn the wizard's particle energy to provide him with power.

It will not be completely extinguished until the last bit of particle energy and mental power is exhausted.

"The Sword of the Underworld, certain death is certain," the Ghostly Wizard murmured.

The reactions of many formal wizards were even stronger, with unprecedented expressions of horror on their faces.

They truly reached the point of crushing, even slaughtering, them.

It's not about killing individual people, but about killing them all together.

This is not even on the same level of power.

"It's over, it's really over now. No matter how powerful the Nightmare Wizard is, it's still only at the level of a formal wizard." A bright smile appeared on Silver Moon's face. "We've won, everyone. How could the three Divine Blood Wizards be a match for us wizards?"

"That's right, the power of Polaris is truly beyond imagination." Schneider agreed wholeheartedly.

Even Karen, who is usually the most aloof, showed joy in her eyes.

The pressure that Wang Ya put on them was simply too great.

No formal wizard had ever been so powerful, to the point that they even thought they were doing something wrong in their attempt to become formal wizards.

The opponent was the one who truly broke through, while they were the ones who faked it.

The wizard Shoggoth remained silent, unusually so, as he observed the situation on the battlefield, a strange look appearing in his eyes.

Standing on the edge, the wizard Yi Si clenched his fists tightly and muttered to himself in a voice only he could hear, "Is this the difference in strength between me and the two of you?"

"This is truly incredible. If a level three wizard were to unleash the full power of this Netherworld Sword, it could probably cleave an entire world in two." Wizard Lando narrowed his eyes. Such a world was certainly not the wizarding world's home planet, but rather a series of small worlds, or even micro-worlds.

However, it is still quite astonishing. In the legendary civilization of the Immortal Realm, he would be at least an immortal from the Upper Realm.

He was only one step away from becoming a primordial immortal who could reflect the heavens.

"It's a pity that it can't even unleash five percent of its power, wasting such a fine sword." Wizard Lando glanced at Polaris's figure, then looked at the black-robed figure whose Netherworld Sword Wave had already reached him.

He was also a little worried. What if his cheap master was really killed?

"The divination result indicates auspicious purple clouds in the east, and good fortune shines upon us; there shouldn't be any problems. He should win this battle."

The ferocity of the Netherworld Sword made even Wizard Lando hesitant to make any guarantees.

If you put him inside, let alone facing the Netherworld Sword head-on, even a wisp of its aftershocks would be enough to kill him a hundred times over.

"That yellow and black mirror is extraordinary. Although it's only a first-level sublimated magical artifact, its potential is immense. Even my natal magic weapon from my previous life didn't possess half of its potential."

Wizard Lando guessed that the key to the battle lay in that special mirror.

Wang Ya definitely has some trump cards up his sleeve that he hasn't used yet.

A purple light pierced through the heavens and earth, as if it were about to cleave the world apart.

Many formal wizards subconsciously narrowed their eyes, their gazes sharp and unwavering, afraid of missing any detail.

That chilling aura, like that of the underworld, and the isolation of the battlefield, made people's bodies cold and their souls tremble. If one were to face it directly or come into contact with it, one could imagine the serious consequences it would cause.

Finally, the sword light enveloped the magnetic field space where Wang Ya was located, and everything was destroyed under that ten-thousand-meter-long purple light sword wave. It continued to spread until it extended to thirty thousand meters, and the aftershocks of the sword energy raged to a distance of one hundred thousand meters.

The gray clouds were mostly cleared away, revealing bright sunlight and a white sky.

"I won!" Polaris held the Netherworld Sword in both hands, his body trembling, panting heavily, looking as if he might collapse at any moment, with a pale smile on his face. "Teacher, I did it. I did not let you down."

"I defeated the Nightmare Wizard. Everything I have now, everything I possess, is what I deserve."

"I am the one with the greatest potential and the best future prospects in the Underdark." Polaris was extremely excited, his eyes shining brightly like a blooming plum blossom on a snowy mountain.

Combined with her face, her unique beauty is overwhelming, inspiring a sense of protectiveness.

Many of the formal wizards looked surprised, but this outcome was also within their expectations.

However, the look in his eyes as he gazed at Polaris carried a complex meaning, which ultimately felt somewhat unfair. But the Netherworld Sword was also in the opponent's possession and was considered part of their strength, so there was nothing that could be said.

"It's over!" Wizard Yi sighed. This kind of battle was beyond his reach.

However, no matter how strong the Nightmare Wizard is, he can't possibly be a match for Polaris. The gap is too big; that sword can crush everything.

Just as Wizard Yi turned around, preparing to leave the arena, he suddenly stopped, and an unusual aura erupted within the arena.

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That strange aura was completely different from the chilling coldness of the Netherworld Sword; instead, it was as magnificent as the vast sun.

Its aura was almost as strong as that emitted by the Netherworld Sword.

There's only one possibility: a new, unfamiliar Tier 3 Ascended Wizarding Artifact!

Wizard Yi Si turned his head in shock and saw a scene he would never forget for the rest of his life.

The purple Netherworld Sword Wave ravaged the magnetic field space in the direction of the Nightmare Wizard, destroying everything. The gray clouds disappeared, the floating alien particle energy vanished, and even the tiny microscopic matter that existed was completely wiped out.

The area enveloped by the sword wave had almost artificially created a forbidden zone of death.

Yet, even in this forbidden land of death, there remains a stubborn one percent that stubbornly exists, solely because of a ray of light, a dazzling golden light that exists there, as if it were a forbidden zone isolating the world. No matter how the Netherworld Sword Wave tries to extinguish it, it cannot have any effect on that remaining one percent.

The Bone Wizard and the Rhine Wizard were shocked, their pupils contracted, and they said almost in unison, "A level three ascended artifact! The Nightmare Wizard also possesses an unfamiliar level three ascended artifact."

Many formal wizards felt their hearts pound, their eyes fixed on the seemingly weak yet incredibly tenacious golden light.

"This is truly incredible!"

The situation has unfolded in a series of twists and turns, and no one can predict the final outcome.

The Wizard of Ghostly Light slowly raised his eyebrows, thinking to himself, 'So this is the opportunity that has brought about such a change in you over the past eighteen years?'

Combined with the fact that he created the Burning Silence Particle Energy, the Ghost Light Wizard can now confirm that Wang Yahalak has inherited the legacy of a Level 3 Archmage.

However, the Ghostlight Wizard actually felt relieved, and his brows relaxed.

"That's impossible!"

Polaris was pale, his lips were trembling, and his eyes were fixed on that golden light.

An aura no weaker than the Netherworld Sword emanated from it; it was a level three sublimated magical artifact, nothing more. Polaris's heart surged with shock; she could hardly believe it, nor could she accept it.

Why does King Ahalak also possess a Level 3 Ascended Wizarding Artifact, even though he clearly did not inherit the legacy of the Nether Wizard?

"Impossible. I, who wield the Netherworld Sword, cannot possibly lose."

"There's no way we can lose!" Polaris's handsome face was so distorted with emotion that it even looked a little distorted.

She hunched over, looking as if she had aged more than twenty years, but with her, the Netherworld Sword in her hand regained its luster.

"I don't believe it!" A shrill voice rang out, followed by another burst of Netherworld Sword Waves.

boom!

The power of the Netherworld Sword Wave, which was still spreading and releasing its power, was directly superimposed upon each other.

The entire magnetic field space was disturbed, and heaven and earth seemed to tremble. Spatial layers fractured and became disordered, and a large amount of alien energy formed colorful light that ran wildly in the area.

Ultimately, like a torrent, it was swept up by the Netherworld Sword Wave, and the indiscriminate attack obliterated the airspace where that golden light was located.

(End of this chapter)