Wizard's Journey

Chapter 1160 Ant Swarm

"Hurry up, give it your all, we're almost in!"

Simba roared and transformed into a hundreds-of-meters-tall crimson-gold lion after activating his true form. Together with Grimm, who had transformed into the savage giant Sunchaser, they mercilessly dragged the constantly terrified and struggling Level 5 behemoth into the world of Flowing Light Retrospection.

No matter how terrified the giant monster that was rampaging over the leaf spirits roared and struggled desperately, it was all in vain. Instead, it aroused some strange excitement in Green and Simba. Like a giant python coiling around its prey, it kept increasing its strength, and the two of them continued to exert even greater power.

This level 5 behemoth was quite powerful, but it was still not enough in the hands of Grin and Simba, who were using the Time Reversal Rule to pull apart the seal.

"How do we appear in their eyes now?"

Compared to Simba, Green was thinking more deeply. Through the crack, he saw the Leaf Sprites shouting and praying in the real world, which seemed to be separated by a crystal ball of light. They gazed expectantly, and some Leaf Sprites even held hands and sang.

The image of the entire world united as one to resist the invasion of the alien evil god was imprinted in Grimm's eyes.

In order to protect the Mother Realm from being wantonly humiliated and trampled by the evil gods of the alien world, more than twenty peak level three leaf spirit kings did not hesitate to sacrifice the treasures of the entire world and their own lives to purify it, and summon powerful sealers such as Grin and Simba in the Dimensional Digestive System.

One thing is certain: in the eyes of these spellcasters, Grimm and Simba are no longer in their original forms, but rather appear in another form, or even as some kind of rule phenomenon, similar to the Forgotten Sweat Monster summoned by Grimm.

"roar!"

With a final, resounding roar, this level-five behemoth was finally pulled into the world of Flowing Light by the combined efforts of Grimm and Simba, dragged into this deep, illusory world of despair.

The moment the troll entered the illusion, it was enveloped by gray mist from all directions with a "poof." In its unwilling yet powerless struggle of fear, it gradually disappeared. In a way that Grimm could not understand, it transformed from a real creature into an illusory creature and rose into the sky. That was an unknown side of the dimensional esophagus that exiles like Grimm and Simba could never reach.

Huff, huff, huff...

Simba was slightly out of breath; the long-term hunger had depleted his reserves, and he looked exhausted after only a brief stalemate. In contrast, Green had only just begun to exert himself.

Despite having a level six biological foundation, Simba's actual strength was only at level five, far inferior to Grin's.

"Are all wizards as prone to overthinking as you? All you need to do is know that capturing it will bring benefits, why overthink it? Isn't that exhausting?"

After resting for a while, Simba's breathing gradually calmed down, and he asked Green.

"Tired? No, no, no, it's the joy of seeing through the interconnectedness of things and pointing directly to the mysteries of truth. How could a wizard be tired from seeking the source of power?"

While recording the changes in the rules of reality and illusion that occurred within the healing rift using his crystal ball, and viewing everything from the perspective of illusion, Grimm said in a low voice, "If a wizard feels tired in the process of pursuing knowledge, then he will be gradually eliminated and extinct by the rules of evolution, and thus will be unable to become a wizard. Therefore, your statement that all wizards are like this is theoretically correct."

Swaying his majestic mane, Simba had recovered his strength.

"In the Alliance of Beasts, the most powerful Beast King is the one who thinks the least and acts the most decisively to exert his hunting instincts. Thinking too much will make him cowardly."

Simba surprisingly said something that stunned Green. Involuntarily, Green thought of the one that best fit Simba's description: Abaddon, the king of the infernal giants.

……

Two years later.

Guided by Simba, they use his remarkable adaptability and dangerous instincts to discern hidden time rifts.

Compared to Green's slow walking, using the vibrational sound waves from rubbing his toes against the debris beneath his feet to locate it was many times faster.

The shape of the remains beneath their feet kept changing. During this time, the two also had brief contact with the wills of several powerful beings. Indeed, as Simba said, to enter this world, whether one came voluntarily or was sealed, if one's level was not high enough, one would not be qualified to come to this illusory world.

The two creatures traveling together served as a considerable deterrent to these powerful observers, and none of them have yet attempted to provoke a battle.

A shimmering pearl appeared in his hand, also possessing certain light-reflecting effects. However, the joy in Green's tricolored eyes was no longer as intense as it had been before.

The more you see, the less enthusiastic you become.

Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz...

"kindness!?"

The keen insight brought by the Face of Truth allowed Green to be the first to notice the infrasound oscillation. However, this was by no means an infrasound oscillation caused by the Time Storm. After stopping in his tracks, Green's expression turned solemn.

"What's wrong?"

Simba turned to look at Green.

"I think we're in trouble."

Wandering in this deeply illusory world, Green is like a little mouse roaming in a dark forest, surrounded by dangers and the possibility of encountering some irresistible disasters at any time, or even absurd and bizarre events that defy the rules of the real world.

Simba followed Green's gaze and vaguely saw a black line on the distant horizon, like a wave crashing in. He involuntarily let out a low growl.

"What are you waiting for? Run!"

Simba and Green had already discovered that the black line that surged forward like a tidal wave was actually composed of an endless, terrifying swarm of ants. Green had no doubt that even in his true form, he would be completely submerged and swallowed up in an instant by its vast and overwhelming power that blotted out the sky.

It seems that those who were sealed and fell into this illusory world are not only the incomparably powerful world lords!

The mutated monsters that have undergone super-long evolution and pose a threat to the balance of some worlds are in danger of being sealed into this illusory world at any time, to be digested by the endless world balance rules.

This is practically a dimensional junkyard!

call out!call out!

Behind them was an endless swarm of ants, chasing them relentlessly.

Through the face of truth, Green discovered that the ants that made up this terrible ant swarm were a type of winged, blackish-red, palm-sized ant, and the disaster they created would devour and submerge everything in their path.

And it wasn't just Green and Simba who were fleeing before this endless sea of ​​insects; several other powerful auras were also fleeing behind them.

About half a month has passed.

As the escape continued, the number of powerful individuals being pursued by these terrifying ant swarms also increased, reaching a considerable number, including two Level 6 experts!

These world rulers, whose forms are unrestrained, are being chased by a terrifying swarm of ants that nearly engulfs everything.

(End of this chapter)