Wizards pursue the truth

"Unfortunately, I will no longer let this happen on this battlefield. To match the performance of the top team, I will give the enemy the most decisive and quickest end."

Wang Ya raised his index finger, his clear and cold voice echoing through the heavens and earth. Facing the overwhelming black curtain of the sky, which stirred up the true meaning of death and the sighs of mourning, he remained calm.

"I also want to see my limits, where my ceiling is!"

"Finally, you are not qualified as consumables, and your value as a collectible is too low."

The old wizard in black robes narrowed his eyes and sneered, "Anyone can talk big. My Death Curtain is formed by the superposition of two ancient great witchcrafts. You cannot escape its shadow."

Darkness descended upon the world, shrouding all light and stripping Wang Ya of all color.

Even his own unique characteristics began to be stripped away.

The final result was like a painting on a scroll, erased as if by blank space.

This also reflects the confidence of the old wizard in black robes. By eliminating the existence of the enemy from reality and banishing them to an unknown other dimension, whether they can return remains to be seen.

Perhaps they will forever be trapped in emptiness, enduring eternal loneliness.

This is the punishment for angering oneself.

A hint of regret flashed in the old wizard's eyes; he couldn't keep the other's appearance as a collectible.

"What a pity!"

When darkness completely stripped Wang Ya of her last vestige of color, a different kind of darkness was born, deeper and more restrained than the darkness of the old black-robed wizard, yet shining with an extreme brilliance.

An incomparably pure and noble black light.

It blossoms in the raised right hand, at the tip of the upright finger.

It was indeed a great catastrophe.

Ancient sorcery born from destruction and disaster.

In an instant, like the hope before dawn, the darkness of daybreak pierced through the thick, heavy curtain of death.

It pierced through like a sharp blade, splitting in two, revealing the clarity of the world.

"you"

The old wizard in black robes slowly raised his right hand, held up a finger, and his lips trembled as if he wanted to say something, "This is impossible."

Ultimately, however, he could not persevere, and the light in his eyes dimmed, turning ashen.

The black hole that appeared between the eyebrows, with its spots spreading along the edges, seemed to be melting and eroding the entire body.

Fast, too fast.

The almost simultaneous appearance of the particles exceeded the black-robed old wizard's reaction time. Perhaps he reacted and activated his physical body, but the time for the particle energy within his body was far too short.

So he died.

Imperfect and with weaknesses, one can never be a match for Wang Ya.

The ancient great sorcery, a cataclysmic calamity that combines various destructive forces, has reached a certain extreme in terms of speed and destruction.

This is a level that most of the current seeded players cannot reach.

In the spectator area, many beings fell silent, their gazes fixed on the golden-robed figure that broke through the darkness and ascended to a higher level. Light seemed to gather around him, making him appear even more dazzling.

"This young life will surely become a strong contender for the top spot."

"Everything that has been shown is too extraordinary; it has already stood out from the crowd."

"We can try to recruit them; they are sure to achieve remarkable success in the future, and there is even a chance that they will reach that level."

Many creatures had glints in their eyes, harboring different thoughts.

Tick ​​tock!

The blood-red rain poured down, threatening to engulf the world and create a sea of ​​blood.

Tall trees cover this stepped space, and there is almost no other environment in sight, not even the mountains themselves are as tall as the trees.

Black Soul King Ya stood atop a giant tree ten thousand meters high, calmly looking at his opponent not far away.

A creature whose life and race are unknown has no clothing to cover its body, or rather, the white hair and scales on its body are its only covering.

Different races and creatures have different aesthetics.

The creature is three meters tall and has a half-orc form, with a human lower body and a bull's head and a crocodile's chest. It is covered in thick scale armor and has four arms, each holding a weapon formed from particle energy.

Swords, spears, halberds, and other weapons fit together perfectly without any duplicates.

Black Soul King Ya narrowed his eyes. This opponent was no ordinary person; he exuded an astonishing aura simply by standing there.

The body felt like a furnace, with each breath drawing upon the energy fluctuations of particles in the heavens and earth, gradually forming tidal waves.

Judging from his appearance alone, his physical body is quite powerful.

This was his tenth opponent.

One hurdle leads to another, seemingly without end.

"On the path of bloodshed, far too few beings emerge victorious. My role is to gauge the strength of the enemy for my own body."

"Those who can defeat me will pass on information about the ancient great sorcery. They will become formidable adversaries in my true form."

Black Soul King Ya pondered, 'In this unique spatial environment, there are unique theorems and rules. Even if you are killed, you will not truly die. There is also a near-infinite supply of particle energy. What is being honed is the fighting spirit and mental will of the beings.'

"Through the crucible of blood and slaughter, only those who can endure hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands of battles, and still emerge victorious, can ultimately become the Gu King, a being nurtured like a venomous insect."

Black Soul King Ya sighed deeply, "The criteria for becoming number one are truly rigorous."

Even so, whether it can become a rule of the day is still an unknown, and it is highly unlikely that it will be possible; rather, it will perish in the process.

There can be a faint connection between the main body and the components.

Once he is killed, the corresponding battle footage and information will be transmitted to his main body.

Dark Soul King Ya is not afraid of failure, death, or the erosion of his self-awareness; what he fears is not encountering a powerful opponent.

The probability is very small; the more wins you have, the greater the chance of encountering a powerful enemy.

This creature before us is stronger than any of the creatures we encountered in the previous ten battles.

call!

Black Soul King Ya exhaled a breath of turbid air, activating all the particle energy within his body, and even triggering the True Spirit Domain representing the vacuum.

Centered on his position, it radiates outwards like ripples.

In an instant, a series of spatial ripples were stirred up, surging up like ocean waves, one after another, creating a magnificent spectacle.

Even the towering trees, some tens of thousands of meters tall, seemed to twist and fold under the waves, surging away with the force of the tide.

He, as the creator, perfectly embodied the true meaning of the tidal vacuum path.

At the same time, the other side also made a move.

The swords, spears, and halberds held by his four arms slashed down with terrifying force, and the surging biological energy within his body, like a vast ocean, caused a flash of red light, as if the heavens and earth were about to split apart.

The offensives and power of both sides clashed.

P.S.: Four more chapters to go, one every half hour! (End of this chapter)