Wizard's Journey

Chapter 1995 Abyss Battlefield (Part 20)

"Evil, evil, evil, evil!"

Endless, billowing black demonic energy surged from the depths of the void. Before the person even arrived, the evil and brutal laughter, as destructive as the end of the world, surged in like a tsunami. The rumbling vibrations and noises even stopped the void storm for a moment, and then it roared out like an apocalyptic hurricane.

The True Spirit Wizard, who had been walking calmly just moments before, suddenly changed his expression drastically!

Although the Seventeenth Round True Spirit Wizard Promirosius had warned that this one-armed demon ancestor was a powerful demon ancestor whom the first Wizard King had encountered, his strength was extremely troublesome even in the Second Ancient Wizard War. Otherwise, he would not have been able to escape with his life even from the full power of Promirosius himself in that era of wizarding geniuses, instead of dying on the spot.

however!

The oppressive force that this Demon Ancestor brought upon his appearance was still a bit too astonishing and exaggerated.

Even a True Spirit Wizard before becoming the King of Wizards would probably be no more than this, right?

"You've finally appeared!"

The overwhelming demonic energy surging from the void, accompanied by layers of sonic booms, and before the True Spirit Wizard could even speak, a seemingly infinitely long demonic claw reached out first.

Upon seeing this, the True Spirit Wizard, who was charging forward with the Extreme Abyss Magic Staff, suddenly narrowed his eyes, and the Extreme Cold Crystal on the Extreme Abyss Magic Staff shone brightly!

This demonic arm, with its immense power, has reached the point of disrupting the surrounding balance, causing strange illusions to appear around it, like mirages. In the crackling, mirror-like spacetime, scenes from distant, unknown times are presented. One can vaguely see groups of weak creatures gazing at the sky from those fragmented pieces of spacetime. The various strange phenomena arising from the battle between the higher beings on their side are also from this place, the demonic arm.

It is no longer the weak existence it once was. With the new era of prosperity brought about by the first Wizarding King, breakthroughs in the research of the deeper truths and mysteries of the wizarding world have emerged one after another. Naturally, there has also been new progress in the research on the most advanced spacetime domain, including the research on the manifestation of the purest passive evolution of the physique.

Unlike wizards who manifest changes in rules through their physical bodies, passively evolving bodies do not possess any creative abilities; they only possess destruction, the purest form of destruction.

The ultimate manifestation of this destruction is the disruption of the rules of balance, much like everything that this Demon Ancestor is currently exhibiting.

The One Circle True Spirit Wizard, who originally intended to deal with the situation in another way, seemed to have thought of something. In a flash, he stopped waving his Extreme Abyss Magic Staff, and the three-colored sprite on his shoulder and the surrounding dark red ominous wind also stopped. He gritted his teeth and also stretched out an arm. After being overlaid by the rules of judgment, the rules of nightmare wizards, and the rules of fear, he went forward to meet the attack.

This old witch seems to want to use her own true form as a test to verify the correctness of the truths and mysteries of the wizarding world that are still under research!

On one side are the monstrous, ever-changing, and ferocious bone claws surging with demonic energy, producing endless sonic booms of "crack," "crack," unstoppable and unstoppable; on the other side is the eerie interplay of light and shadow, reality and illusion overlapping, accompanied by dreamlike grinding of teeth and murmuring, yet within it lies a desire to explore the mysteries of truth.

They're getting closer and closer; the two are clashing!

hum...

The old witch, who had been hastily reacting, had a calm smile on her lips after a brief moment of delicate sensation. But with a "whoosh," her body shattered layer by layer from the top of her elemental arm all the way down to her torso. The next moment, like a gust of fear from the depths of a dream world, mixed with countless blood-red hairs and the grotesque laughter of an ugly monkey face, she vanished on the spot.

"This kind of method... it really is typical of those wizards!"

At the very tip of the demonic claw, faint traces of blood trickled down its nails. Then, a pale, flat, eerie skeletal face emerged from the depths of the black smoke and demonic energy, its appearance chilling and unsettling. It seemed to "see" the bloodstains on the nails and the indescribable dark red hairs, muttering, "The demonic curses originated from these wizards. Even with my abilities, I'm afraid I can't curse them. But those wizards who were nearly wiped out in ancient times dare to reappear before the Abyss Demons—what audacity!"

Seemingly noticing the difference in the strange dark red hairs on his palm, the Formless Demon Ancestor suddenly pinched his fingers together. As the purest and most refined abyssal demonic energy surged forth, the strange hairs left behind by the One-Round True Spirit Wizard struggled briefly before being completely incinerated by the abyssal demonic energy, disappearing without a trace.

"It's not that little wizard anymore, where is he!?"

Just as the old witch was about to pursue the little wizard who had made a magic wand from her severed arm, but whom she had never met before, a beam of brilliant starlight suddenly shone down from above.

Having traversed this battlefield for many years, this Formless Demon Ancestor naturally knew the source of these annoying starlights. After stopping his pursuit, he pointed with one hand, and at the same time, a jet-black fingernail disappeared without a trace amidst the demonic energy. The next moment, this starlight technique that had traveled through time and space was completely submerged by the abyssal demonic energy.

The spacetime tunnel closed instantly, and all sound ceased.

"I'll take your head after I've dealt with these endangered little wizards."

After these arrogant words, the scorpion tail behind the Formless Demon Ancestor extended out from behind like another arm. Strangely enough, the tip of this barbed tail had a ghost face, with a pair of apricot-yellow eyes blinking. These eyes seemed to possess infinite magic power, gradually forming a vortex. After the Demon Ancestor's arm reached into the vortex, it pulled out a crystal ball shrouded in demonic energy.

That's right, it's a crystal ball that only wizards would use!

However, unlike the black crystal ball favored by the abyss wizards of the past, the driving energy of this crystal ball is not the wizard's magic, but countless souls. These souls were forcibly contained into the crystal ball as energy, or rather, after absorbing the wizards' knowledge and concepts, these abyss demons turned the crystal ball into a tool for holding souls, as a medium for... the power of spacetime!

At the same time, the Abyss Demon Ancestor, whose true form stretched a terrifying 50,000 meters, finally emerged completely from the demonic energy. His gaping maw, riddled with sharp fangs, roared in another direction: "Evil, evil, evil, evil! It seems quite a few True Spirits have come among these wizards. I wonder how many top-tier True Spirit wizards have arrived. Are they trying to crush the final straw while the Demon Ancestors are at odds? Or are those damned high-dimensional creatures secretly interfering?!"

Just then, following behind the first True Spirit Wizard, the two closest True Spirit Wizards arrived immediately.

"Activated cytokines, 80%!"

Crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle.

Faced with the Formless Demon Ancestor who had revealed such an astonishing and unbelievable true form, even the one-star True Spirit Wizard who had rushed over with some mental preparation couldn't help but feel a faint sense of oppression and fear emanating from the cells within his body affected by the power of the abyss. It was the fear of a lower being seeing a higher being, or perhaps the instinctive obedience of the cells within his body, which had evolved under the power of the abyss, to a higher level of abyssal power.

As a wizard, the one-star true spirit wizard clearly knew what this meant. He immediately used the profound wizardry he had specially prepared to deal with the abyss demons, temporarily activating the cell potential with the incomparably powerful lightning attribute rules. This was the true starting point of an elemental body refiner wizard!

On the other side, facing the overwhelming pressure emanating from that terrifying figure before the abyssal demonic energy that blotted out the sky, Black Rope, who had rushed over, shouldered the Purgatory Furnace and let out a muffled, cold laugh.

"Back in the ancient times of the Second Civilization War, Prometheus was able to sever the arm of this terrifying thing. My mentor once said that whoever can end it will end a chapter of history. Such an opportunity is rare."

Gradually, amidst Blackrock's incoherent, sinister laughter, flames from the Nightmare Furnace on Blackrock's shoulder shot skyward.

(End of this chapter)