Wizard's Journey

Chapter 755 Turbulent Dark Clouds

Hmph hmph hmph hmph hmph...

As everyone stopped to watch the giant arm fall from the sky and crash to the ground, suddenly, a sinister laugh that seemed to resound throughout the entire sealed space echoed. It was like the joy of rebirth, or the excitement of breaking free from shackles and prisons. The chilling laughter echoed in every corner of the sealed space.

Everyone's expression changed simultaneously.

The group of people who were initially hesitant about the situation are now certain that there is probably an ancient demon remnant in this space!

The fact that this monster has survived from the ancient war era to the present day, enduring the long slumber of this sealed space, while numerous level four, five, and six ancient formless demons have vanished in the various unearthed seals, suggests something...

An ominous and unsettling atmosphere pervaded the air. Although the group exploring the sealed space obtained several exquisite ancient artifacts, they were drawn into a pre-ordained conspiracy.

call……

Suddenly, the abyssal demonic energy from all directions seemed to intensify, rapidly converging towards the crack in the seal that had broken open in the sky.

As a result, after the abyssal demonic energy swirling around the ground was quickly absorbed, there was a brief depletion of demonic energy. Strands of black abyssal demonic energy were continuously replenished from the soil underground, the cracks between rocks, and the endless abyssal moss covering the surface.

The demonic energy intertwined and refilled the surface of the sealed ancient battlefield, concealing the decaying remains of the ancient battlefield and the abyssal creatures that had survived.

"The sealed exit!"

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

Without a second thought, everyone rushed toward the sky shrouded in demonic energy.

This sealed space was beyond the reach of even the most powerful ancient demons, at least at the level of world lords. It has only been discovered now, and a crack has been broken open from the outside by the group. If the crack closes and the group is sealed inside, they will likely face certain death.

"Waaah..."

Suddenly, the Iron-Blooded Wolf, whose shoulder was covered with herbs, let out a muffled groan, shocked and incredulous. Although he had dodged a fatal blow in his awareness of the danger, his injured left arm had been severed by a black rat claw, and scarlet blood was flowing out.

Amidst the churning demonic energy, a black rat licked the blood from its paws, sneering sinisterly.

"Aww!"

With a loud howl, the Iron-Blooded War Wolf, its last remaining paw wreathed in golden light, furiously and bloodthirstyly slashed towards the churning abyssal demonic energy from which the black rat had fled. Four golden threads pierced into the depths of the demonic cloud, dispersing the surging cloud, but found no trace of the black rat.

"Beware of the abyssal monsters hidden within these demonic clouds."

As the leader of the resistance, the blood demon extended a blood-red crystal thread into a large, surging black demonic cloud, accurately grabbing a large black rat and severing it in two with a sharp pull.

With a "poof," the black rat dissipated into a cloud of demonic energy, leaving behind two withered black hairs that drifted away.

"what?"

As an elemental wizard, the Forest Essence Gilmish, like Grimm's instincts, almost immediately snatched half a black hair by himself. Under the Mask of Truth, Grimm's eyes flickered, and even in such a dangerous situation, he couldn't help but reveal a strong light of excitement.

Unlike Grin, Gilmish stared at the rope-like hair with his green eyes and said in a low voice, "This seems to be some kind of doppelganger spell. To dare to use such an ability in the wizarding world is a pity. It's a pity I'm not good at curse spells, otherwise..."

Green inwardly sneered.

A mere level three wizard dared to presumptuously cast a curse spell on the Ancient Demon Ancestor of No Form. If this were even possible, wouldn't the ancient wizards have been incredibly foolish to be defeated?

Just then, the Face of Truth, with its keen perception, sensed the danger lurking in the demonic energy to its side. The Bloodthirsty Sword slashed out, and with a "squeak," a piece of rat claw was severed. The black rat, which had been trying to ambush Grin, hid deeper into the demonic energy.

The Moon-Scarred Evil Dragon flapped its wings fiercely, dispersing a surge of abyssal demonic energy that was gushing towards it, revealing a black rat inside. The next moment, as the Fiend Ghost's black death scythe slashed across, the black tiger disintegrated into a cloud of demonic energy with a "poof".

"We can't stop!"

Led by the blood demon, the group, while guarding against the black rats that constantly attacked from all directions amidst the surging abyssal demonic energy, rushed towards the crack in the seal of the ruins where the demonic energy converged.

The oppressive feeling, as if a mountain were looming over everyone, grew stronger and stronger. Under this pressure, even their flight speed involuntarily slowed down.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

Suddenly, as if passing through an invisible barrier, the group rushed out of the abyssal demonic cloud layer. The churning abyssal demonic cloud beneath their feet no longer surged up, seemingly because the purple crack that had opened this ancient seal had been suppressed by the self-repairing of the sealed space and was gradually beginning to disappear.

Under the power of the seal, these turbulent and restless abyssal demonic clouds were completely suppressed.

Crackling sounds!

The purple arcs of electricity pulsed incessantly; this was a ripple in the rules caused by the conflict between the purple crack that opened the sealed space and the rules of the sealed space.

The exiled powerhouses were utterly silent, deathly silent, staring intently at the powerful creature shrouded in indescribable oppression and a deep-seated abyssal demonic energy that emanated from the purple rift before them. Their blood almost froze at the sight.

"This is a Formless Ancient Demon, a true Formless Ancient Demon. Such a thing actually exists in the Wizarding World..."

The blood demon's body writhed and rolled like a waterfall, restless and uneasy, as if it could no longer control its movements in the face of the abyss creature's master.

Aside from the Blood Demon, the three evil dragon souls—Sun Mark, Moon Mark, and Star Mark—were all silent. The wings of the flying fan were incredibly stiff, and the Fiend, carrying a black crescent-shaped death scythe, waved one of its bone hands, summoning a wisp of abyssal demonic energy imbued with the rules of the wizarding world, which enveloped its figure.

"It really is... the Formless Ancient Demon!"

Driven by the instinctive hatred in their blood, and the ancient memories left deep within their souls by the will of the wizarding world, Digan, Gilmish, and Grin felt completely consumed by rage at this moment.

This surge of anger was like the roar and shout of countless ancient wizards who went to protect the last vestiges of the wizarding world's civilization. In an instant, bloodshot veins spread in their eyes, their breathing became rapid, and their whole being seemed to be burning.

Click!

Digan, wielding the purple lightsaber, cracked his knuckles from exerting too much force.

Among the remaining exiles, the giant tortoise exile, the blue crystal giant, the iron-blooded war wolf, and the ghost bear spirit all trembled involuntarily. However, behind the terrifying figure shrouded in demonic clouds, the only exit of this sealed space, the purple rift, was where more than two hundred black rats floated, sneering sinisterly.

The mysterious figure hidden beneath the black cloak focused his gaze on the body of the Formless Ancient Demon. A layer of black flames ignited beneath the robe, as if the black robe could no longer conceal the terrifying power within it.

The formless ancient demons have no fixed form; they are the condensation of abyssal demonic energy and not a unique race.

You could even say they represent the will of the abyss!

At this moment, the newly born Formless Ancient Demon from the Demon Ancestor's Finger was covered in black scales, with a crocodile-like, brutal head and ink-like, merciless eyes. A pair of transparent wings on its back were swirling with demonic energy, easily stirring up a turbulent wave of demonic energy within a range of hundreds of meters. Its agile body, which was fifty meters tall, had a hundred-meter-long tail that swung wildly behind it.

"My slaves, my last supper, and my clothes, hehehehehe, all are here."

With a low, cold laugh, a black tongue emerged from the mouth of the Formless Ancient Demon Crocodile, licking a drop of blood dripping from the tip of its sharp claws—the blood of the Iron-Blooded War Wolf.

(End of this chapter)