Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

After the god-corpse finished speaking.

The demon army, which had been poised to attack, was abruptly halted.

Fear caused a small-scale commotion within the army. However, the chaos quickly subsided, and all the demons' gazes were fixed on the towering, divine corpse; no one dared to move forward.

Whispers arose from the demon horde.

"Are we really going to go?"

"What's the point of going up there? That thing could crush us with a single finger."

"My family still worships this person back home... Damn it, is this corpse talking to us?"

"It's a divine corpse...it really is a divine corpse...did that evil god's plan fail?"

Just as everyone was discussing this, a figure soared into the air from the army, and the sixth-order magic power surged so much that the surrounding low-level demons all knelt down.

The figure did not fly towards the divine corpse, but hovered in mid-air, level with the divine corpse's shoulder.

"Hey, you human kid! Congratulations on surviving the brutal battle for the divine remnants. It's unbelievable that the great evil god Anubidi died at your hands."

"Of course, that's just a polite gesture. I'm here to deliver a message from the Abyss."

Wayne looked at the demons opposite him.

"What did you say?"

"You can't control this divine corpse. Give it to the Abyss, name your price. Whatever you want, the Abyss will give you."

The demonic tide subsided, awaiting Wayne's response.

At this moment, Wayne stood on the shoulder of the god's corpse, enveloped by the remaining divine power, and he felt that he was filled with endless power.

Wayne looked at Galon in front of him.

"You are not worthy to speak to me now."

Galon's smile froze for a moment.

"I know you have a seventh-tier early-stage expert standing behind you." Wayne's gaze passed over him, landing deep within the army. "But I still give you two choices."

"Retreat. Or die."

Galon's lips twitched, then he let out a furious, mocking laugh: "Such arrogance!"

The moment he finished speaking, he sprang forward, dark red magic igniting around him, shooting straight at Wayne's face like a meteor. This attack was unrestrained; he wanted to decapitate him in the shortest possible time.

But the moment he approached the god's corpse.

The speed dropped sharply.

Galon felt as if the space around him had solidified, and the further he rushed in, the greater the resistance became. He tried his best to activate his magic, but he couldn't even take a single step back.

The surrounding space seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand, locking him firmly in place.

He looked down and found himself surrounded by silver light.

"This...this is the oppressive aura of a divine corpse!"

"How is that possible..."

Wayne, controlling the divine corpse, slowly raised his hand.

It was an extremely slow movement, but the corpse of the god was enormous. The palm fell from above, like a mountain pressing down on the ground, casting a shadow over the entire vanguard of the demonic tide.

Galon tried to struggle, his magic surging wildly, but he couldn't even move a finger.

A sense of despair crept into his heart for the first time.

He took a deep breath, and the dark red patterns on his body began to heat up rapidly, shining like red-hot iron.

"Lava eruption!"

The ground below began to rise, hills arched, and rocks crumbled, forming a volcano beneath his feet.

Lava gushed out, transforming into a dark red pillar of fire that shot straight toward the descending hand of the divine corpse.

The monsters below watched this scene in astonishment.

"That's Lord Galon's signature technique! It can summon the earth's fury!"

"But... but is that really going to work? It's a divine corpse after all..."

The pillar of fire struck the palm of the divine corpse.

The scalding lava exploded with a roar, sending sparks flying everywhere, but the hand only paused slightly, as if it had been brushed by sand, leaving no trace.

Galon looked up as the hand continued to fall, getting closer and darker.

He finally couldn't hold on any longer. His voice trembled, filled with piercing fear and pleading: "Wait! Wait! I'll retreat! I'll retreat with my entire tribe! I'll do anything you ask—just spare my life! I…"

The corpse's hand did not stop.

The corpse's hand fell, without any fancy force, simply relying on its size and weight to press down.

boom!

The ground exploded, sending rubble and dust dozens of meters high into the air. The shockwave, accompanied by gusts of air, spread in all directions, blowing the monsters in the front row off course.

After the smoke cleared, a crater nearly ten meters deep was left on the ground. At the bottom of the crater, Galon was embedded in the rubble, his limbs twisted, and all the dark red patterns on his body had disappeared. He was completely dead.

Tessa stood on the god's shoulder, looking at the corpse at the bottom of the pit, speechless for a long time.

She recognized Galon, a sixth-tier demon general, a ruthless figure in the Abyss army, and considered a notable figure. And he was just killed like that?

One slap. Just one slap.

She turned her head and glanced at Wayne standing in front of her, unsure of what to say.

Wayne stood on the corpse's shoulder, looking down into the pit, and his voice carried: "This is how it ends."

I still stand by what I said.

"Retreat, or die."

As he spoke, Wayne raised his other hand.

The god's corpse's palm blotted out the sky, and shadows once again enveloped the demonic tide. No words were needed; this gesture itself was the final ultimatum.

The demonic tide has completely thrown things into chaos.

After receiving the order to retreat.

The entire abyss army came with great momentum and retreated with great momentum, disappearing completely like a receding tide in the blink of an eye.

Wayne lowered his hand.

In fact, he was almost at his breaking point.

Just now, when he controlled the divine corpse to strike, he let out a long breath, which almost drained the magic power from his body. Now he can barely stand.

Raising his second hand just now was purely for show, to intimidate others. If the demonic tide wasn't frightened, he wouldn't even be able to unleash his next move.

The next second, Wayne knelt on the god's corpse's shoulder.

He let out a long breath.

Tessa quickly stepped forward to support him, putting her arm around his shoulder. Holy light shone faintly in her palm as she checked his physical condition.

"Are you... are you alright?"

Wayne let out a long breath and waved his hand.

"It's...it's alright, as long as it succeeded."

With Tessa's support, he managed to sit up straight, pulled a bottle of potion from his pocket, and gulped it down.

Tessa noticed that his complexion had improved slightly before asking, "What you did just now...?"

"To be honest," Wayne gave a wry smile, "I can't bring myself to do the second strike. Raising my second hand just now was purely for show. If the demon tide hadn't been intimidated, we'd both be done for."

Tessa paused for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"You've got some nerve."

"What else? Fight them head-on?" Wayne threw away the empty medicine bottle. "I can't exactly tell them I can't hold on, can I? If that happens, everyone up there will be in trouble."