Wizard Immortal

Chapter 575 Mike

Adir slowly explored the small city.

The city in front of us doesn't look very big, and many of its buildings are simple, rough, and have a primitive feel.

Not to mention compared to the Highlands, even compared to many places Adir had lived in, the city before him was far inferior.

"The civilization of this world does not appear to be very advanced."

Walking along the narrow path, looking at the surrounding scenery, he thought to himself.

After realizing that someone was tracking his presence, he stopped taking any further action and remained quietly in the small town without making any major moves.

Leaving without permission was pointless. During this time, Adir had tried several ways to hide, but in the end, he was completely unable to block out that sense of presence.

Since there's no way to block the other party's lock and senses, then with the methods of a high-level wizard, no matter where Adir hides in this world, the other party will be able to find him.

Moreover, Adir himself had no intention of avoiding it.

Therefore, during these few days, Adir quietly found a shop in the city and opened a clinic in a low-key manner, using some spare time to diagnose people with some medicines he had prepared himself.

In the past few days, after witnessing Adir's superb medical skills, the Flari family has been visiting every day, and each time they bring their two children with them, as if they are up to something.

Adir was well aware of the family's plans; they simply wanted their two children to learn something from him, both to save on food rations and to prepare for their future.

Adir remained noncommittal. Although he was in dire straits himself, having two children with him seemed like a good thing.

"There are still six months until the world war officially comes to an end. Only then will I be able to board the world gate of the Emerald Tower and teleport back from there."

As he carefully sensed the passage of time and idly fiddled with the potion, Adir thought to himself.

He naturally had the coordinates of the Wizarding World, and traveling back directly using his powers wouldn't be a problem. However, this would make it difficult to explain his own situation.

Therefore, unless absolutely necessary, Adir still wants to return through the Gate of the World.

After quietly seeing a patient off and putting down the medicine, Adir paused for a moment.

"What's wrong?" A little girl's sweet, pink voice rang in my ears, sounding quite lovely.

Adir turned around, smiled, and patted the little girl's head: "I have some things to do, you can leave now."

"Oh?" The little girl nodded as if she understood, but didn't ask any more questions. She obediently listened to Adir's words and walked towards the door.

Once the little girl had disappeared from sight, Adir got up, closed the shop door, and hung up the "Closed" sign outside.

"I never imagined that a renowned master of medicine like yourself would have a hobby of serving ordinary people."

The moment Adir closed the door, a cold voice came from all directions, carrying a sense of isolation from time and space.

"well enough."

Adir turned around to look back, the smile on his face vanishing in an instant: "After all, aren't we wizards, in the end, also mortals?"

"Unfortunately, I am not."

Behind Adir, a tall, handsome man had already appeared.

He was dressed in a black robe, exuding a chilling aura and a sense of coldness from head to toe, a harmonious unity of mind and body, and a subtle sense of deathly silence.

In Adir's eyes, although the other person was still standing there, and his expression and appearance were still very vivid, he looked like a corpse.

Or rather, the other party was not human in essence, but a complete corpse.

"The people of the Hall of Immortality."

Adir composed himself, his eyes showing understanding: "May I ask your name?"

"McDo." MacDo's face was cold, his hands were naturally placed, and a long sword at his waist was very conspicuous.

"Pale Hand McDormand, you actually came in too." Adir looked at the man in front of him with some surprise.

McDormand the Pale Hand is one of the three most talented and promising archmages in the Undying Hall in the past five hundred years. He is hailed as a future king and has a very high chance of advancing to the fifth rank.

Before this, Adir had imagined what lineup he would face, but he never expected to face this one in the end.

Splash...

A soft, crisp sound slowly rose up; it was the sound of bones breaking.

With a gentle wave of his hand, a bone sword casually materialized. Looking at Adir, McDormand was somewhat surprised: "If you hadn't stayed here and had chosen to escape, you could have at least delayed my catch-up for another half a month. Why didn't you escape?"

"What's the point?" Adir retorted. "Whether you get caught sooner or later, isn't the final outcome the same?"

"That's right, it seems you were already aware of it." McDormand nodded.

"No, you misunderstand." Adir smiled, his face radiant with a smile. "The ending I'm referring to isn't for me, but for you."

"No matter the time, as long as I kill you, the outcome will be the same, won't it?"

boom!!

The elemental particles in the sky were boiling. The moment Adir finished speaking, all the surrounding particles instantly went berserk, as if representing McDo's anger, and rushed straight towards Adir.

With a casual wave of his hand, Adir's immense spiritual power blocked everything, and he turned around to look.

At some unknown time, bone swords appeared all around him, their blades glowing with a silvery, corrosive light, and they all rushed towards Adir.

Amidst the countless bone swords, Adir could faintly glimpse a dazzling golden light, representing the ultimate killing intent.

The light was dazzling, pure and absolute, containing a vast power of will. As a single point of light descended, the surrounding space trembled slightly, as if it could not withstand the shock of this power and began to tremble spontaneously.

Under the threat of this power, all beings below the fourth rank would inevitably tremble. Even a fourth-rank great wizard would feel a sense of dread and an overwhelming killing intent the moment he saw this attack!

Sensing this, Adir raised his head, and his spiritual energy surged up at that moment, with a slight pulse beginning to form.

In the vast sea of ​​consciousness, the unique essence of the Moon Elf was evolving and roaring, and the seed of will that was faintly taking shape emerged, which at this moment controlled Adir's body and launched an attack.

At this moment, countless elemental particles condensed, and the immense power of the Moon Goddess erupted, with silver particles gathering inch by inch and crashing into the bone swords shooting towards them from all sides.

In the center of the sky filled with silvery light, at the point where thousands of points of radiance converged, a single point of pure light gradually emerged and erupted.

Yinhua!!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

An unparalleled explosion erupted at that moment, as the deathly aura and the power of the moon goddess clashed and were compressed in the confined space, all of them crashing into each other.

Although most of the power was neutralized by both sides, the essence that was inadvertently revealed still made both sides change color.

"Peak of the fourth tier!!"

At this moment, both Adir and McDormand changed color, feeling that unique primordial power belonging to the transformation of will, the power to control all elemental magic and spirit.

"You've actually gone this far!!"

Upon receiving the attack and sensing the aura emanating from Adir, McDormand's expression shifted between surprise and uncertainty, a surge of rage rising within him: "Yara, you deserve to die!"

Yara hadn't revealed any of the crucial information about a peak fourth-tier pureblood moon elf, allowing Makdo to stumble upon her so directly.

Moreover, not only is their strength completely mismatched, but their world dominance and combat power also do not match the intelligence at all.

According to the information provided by Yara, the opponent should be under the suppression of the world at present, and can not exert half of his strength. In addition, since he is an apothecary, his combat ability should not be strong. McDormand could easily take him down.

But based on McDormand's current experience, the opponent is not only not suppressed by the world, but his own combat power is also incredibly strong. His subtle control over the elements and keen grasp of the fighter jet put McDormand under great pressure.

This serious blunder in this situation made him furious and he began to question Yara's motives.

However, Yara is probably quite innocent in this matter.

Adir's time with the Emerald Tower was too short, and his persona as a master apothecary made him too deceptive.

He was unaware that Adir had advanced to the peak of the fourth rank, nor did he know that Adir possessed supernatural abilities, so naturally he could not have guessed the outcome before him.

Various thoughts flashed through his mind, but the next moment, all of them vanished, and his expression returned to its cold and stern state.

Since we've already taken action, we might as well go all the way.

After all, the relationship between the Emerald Tower and the Temple of the Undying was never very good.

With this thought in mind, he made another move, extending an arm that caused the entire space to tremble. An immense pressure pressed down on Adir from all directions.

This is a rare spatial spell that attacks directly from the spatial dimension of the body, leaving nowhere to hide.

Sensing this, Adir's figure rapidly blurred, and a point of emerald light quickly bloomed, within which countless elemental particles began to collide and boil.

The Distortion Barrier activated instantly, combining countless elemental particles at a minute level to form miniature magic arrays. These arrays formed a defensive force that layer by layer neutralized the massive shockwaves surging across the spatial field.

After doing all this, he stretched out one hand, and a vast, boundless, domineering, yet sacred and inviolable bloodline power surged forth in an instant.

A colossal silver beast, covered in silver scales and sporting a single silver horn on its forehead, appeared and roared as it looked toward McDormand with its pure silver eyes.

Luna form revealed once more!

In an instant, McDormand's expression changed drastically.

(End of this chapter)