Wizard's Journey

Chapter 1260 Dominator's Vision (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)

breathe……

breathe……

The exceptionally powerful will of Gaia made every breath incredibly difficult for the Iron-Blooded Arbitrator while waiting for the construction of the sky shielding device, as if a mountain was pressing down on him, making it impossible to breathe.

The two predators were even worse off; amidst the clanging of metal, their bodies trembled violently.

In contrast, those scarred, hardened warriors seemed oblivious, diligently constructing the sky shielding device and magnetic tower launch station with iron discipline.

"Something seems off. The Netherworld Mystic Master possesses such immense power, why didn't they take advantage of this opportunity... Hmm!?"

Boom!

Suddenly, the Iron-Blooded Arbiter felt as if he had been struck head-on by a giant hammer, and instinctively trembled.

With a "whoosh," the Predator Arbitrator, having burned his primal blood, stood up in horror, only to find that all the lower-level Predators had already staggered and were struggling to their feet in a well-trained manner as they rolled around. The two Predator Hunters behind him also consumed their primal blood in an instant and flew into the sky with two "whoosh" sounds.

As the three of them came to their senses and realized what had happened, they were astonished to find that the ground had just shaken violently!

"Where is the enemy?"

A fierce hunter wearing a falcon mask rapidly scanned all directions with his iron-blooded eyes. Finding no trace, he continued to circle and rush into the sky, expanding his search area in an attempt to find any clues about the unknown enemy.

However, the suppressive force of Gaia's canopy was simply too strong, unbelievably so. Every breath was consuming a large amount of its primordial blood. Now that the canopy shielding device, which was only half-built, had been destroyed, it seemed that its complete arrival on this planet and integration into the planet's native canopy would have to be postponed again.

After a while.

The Falcon Masked Hunter, having passed numerous Falcon Masked Predators circling low in the air, floated in mid-air and said in a low voice to the Predator Arbitrator and another Predator Hunter, "No trace of the Devious Master has been found."

The hunter in the falcon mask spoke in a solemn voice.

If we cannot find the Netherworld Altar as soon as possible in our fight against the Tricksters, the consequences will be catastrophic!

However, at this moment, as the falcon-masked man was speaking solemnly, he noticed that all the Predator Arbiters, Predator Hunters, and other scarred Predators on the ground were looking up, but not at him; rather, they were looking at the sky behind them.

Behind you?

The Falcon Masked Iron-Blooded Hunter was about to turn around and gaze when he was suddenly crushed down by an unbelievable oppressive force coming from high above.

Amidst gasps of alarm, even as it exerted all its strength by burning its primal blood to unleash its power, it was still forcefully pressed down by that unbelievable, overwhelming pressure, and fell to the ground.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud...

One by one, the Falcon Masked Predators who had been circling low in the sky fell from the sky like raindrops. After smashing into the salt flats and creating craters, they scrambled up in terror and stared at the sky in horror.

"That! That's..."

A pair of unbelievable, colossal hands, seemingly formed from the vast, boundless energy of this planet, silently probed in from outside the atmosphere. At this moment, they were actually resisting the Gaia Canopy, which had gathered the life force of the entire planet. The Gaia Canopy, now in physical form, carried the fear of the entire world and did its best to resist these invading giant hands.

All the Predators, all the creatures on this planet, trembled with fear, looking up at the terrifying life form that was attempting to forcibly invade this planet and was about to bring unprecedented destruction to its fragile ecosystem!

"open!"

A low roar came from outside the planet.

Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch...

That was the lament of Gaia's will collapsing. Even the collective defensive will of all life forms on the planet was destroyed by that unknown terrifying creature outside the atmosphere, leaving only scattered, materialized Gaia beams of light to resist, splashing ripples on the giant hand.

A negligible counterattack.

Between those two colossal hands that blotted out the sky, a dark rift stretched to the horizon. With a series of oppressive "humming" sounds, the entire earth trembled. The saline-alkali land could no longer suppress the boiling lava beneath!

"Hehehehehe..."

A sinister, violent, and cruel laugh echoed from the black rift that had burst open in the sky. Immediately afterward, all the creatures on the planet Tamartes trembled in fear, waiting for the unknown and terrifying creature behind the dark rift to appear.

A dark rift, and an incredibly vast shadow slowly emerged!

An overwhelming sense of oppression made it hard to breathe. The shadow gradually revealed its outline: an incredibly large, grayish-white face with three eyes of different colors and six pairs of eerie compound eyes blinking incessantly. A sinister "hehehehe" laugh seemed to be gloating over its unparalleled oppressive control, peering into everything in this world.

"The Overlord...has descended!"

The Ironblood Hunter leaned on his double-edged spear, gazing up at the almost irresistible pressure, and thought of the Ironblood Elders' names for some powerful life forms in the indigenous world.

……

As a civilization that explores the illusory and seeks to break through dimensions, the wizards' view of the endless world is completely different from that of the Ironblood Galaxy civilization.

There are no planets, no Gaia canopy, only the rules of the World Garment and the will of the World.

Peeling back the rules of the World Garment, Grimm looked down at the tiny Ironblood Galaxy Warriors below. There was only one Level 4 creature, which Grimm had barely approximated as Level 5, and it looked like it was being suffocated by his pressure.

"Is this the vision of a sovereign, overlooking the world? Once upon a time... a seventh-ring True Spirit Wizard descended upon the Tide World to obtain the Titan's Loss Ring, which was personally delivered to the seventh-ring True Spirit Wizard by a Saint Mark Wizard cricket."

Ignoring the Predators, Grimm's three-colored eyes beneath the Mask of Truth pierced through the shallow earth, surveying the scene with black and white dots and lines. Then, his Eagle Eyes continued to probe and search, as Grimm's head, probing into the painting, moved and turned, finally finding his target among the many tiny crickets.

"A master of underworld transformations?"

Green automatically ignored the lower-level demonizers and focused his attention on a demonizer who was surrounded by countless green straw ears and had purple ripples around his feet.

"Who are you?"

The sorcerer retorted with his humble will.

"Hehehehe, there are a few of your kind outside. Come out with me."

A look of delight flashed across the giant face as it spoke matter-of-factly.

How do I know if you're...?

Boom!

Suddenly, a giant hand reached into the world from the sky. In mid-air, amidst the erosion of the layers of world will, it ignited into a raging fire, and a world-ending catastrophe that blotted out the sky erupted on the distant horizon.

In an instant, the earth shattered!

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom...

Streams of volcanic lava shot into the sky, reflecting a dark red, apocalyptic sky.

With a "thud," the corpse of the Ironblood Hunter, which was close to level five in the wizard's level assessment, landed in front of this Netherworld Mystic Master.

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(End of this chapter)