Wizard's Journey

Chapter 955 Ivory Castle

three days later.

The parasitic spores and blood were working their best to repair and heal the wound. Maha Bo looked towards the dark rift that was over a hundred meters long. The number of monsters rushing out of it suddenly decreased significantly. Was it over?

Bang!

As if his soul and heart had been violently struck by something, like the other vegetative patients around him, Maha Bo suddenly looked toward the crack in the world.

suddenly!

Two giant bone hands emerged from the darkness. The monstrous, over twenty-meter-long bone hands gripped the two ends of the rift. Several slave monsters, who had been attacked by the vegetative state patients and had not yet managed to escape the rift, were crushed into a pulp with a "plop" sound by the giant hands, as if they had swatted a few mosquitoes. Blood flowed from between the palms.

"This, this is..."

The vegetative army, which had been gathering around the World Rift and slaughtering the dwindling number of slave monsters in the Wizarding World, was stunned by this sudden turn of events. They abandoned their final strangulation offensive around the World Rift and looked towards the dark cave entrance.

Is the monster demon king from another world finally about to appear?

Over the past three days, the millions of slave monster legions that had entered the world of parasitic spores have been mostly killed by the plant-man army gathered here. The remaining scattered elite monster legions have gathered near the world rift and are putting up a stubborn resistance.

Because the wizard's will would never allow them to retreat even a single step!

As if encouraged by the enormous creature slowly emerging from the crack, these monsters, fighting back desperately, roared and launched a full-scale counterattack without fear of death.

The army of vegetative patients, numbering dozens of times larger than the world rift, did not rush to exterminate them. Instead, they focused their attention on the world rift and waited quietly.

Slowly, as the monster's arms widened the exit of the world rift, its head finally emerged from it. Since a spacetime altar had been lit, the space of this world rift was large enough for a level four world lord to pass through.

"The World of Parasitic Spores!"

The skull was covered with hideous bone spikes, some even with barbs. The Ivory Castle Saint Mark Wizard silently endured the immense pressure within the parasitic spore world of the balance rules. His eyes, sunken beneath the bone armor, gazed around the world's rift, taking in the overwhelming, densely packed army of tiny plant beings.

"Hahahaha! Powerful otherworldly evil king, I am the King of the Golden Crow Flower! If I can stop your invasion of this world, I will gain the recognition of the world's will and become the World God Tree!"

This is a top-tier level 3 being attempting to seize a one in ten thousand chance to become the master of the world.

The golden flames burned fiercely, their power was definitely not weak. It had indeed reached the limit of an individual organism, and it would be difficult to make any further progress without becoming the master of the world.

In countless worlds, countless creatures get stuck at this step and perish without a trace. Just one more step and a whole new world of boundless possibilities awaits!

"Protect the Great Ivory Castle, the Holy Marksman Wizard!"

A enslaved monster, absolutely subservient to the wizard's will, a giant black bat swooped down on the Golden Crow Flower, a patterned ghost face on its chest spewing out plumes of black gas—its attack method of absorbing the vengeful souls of hundreds of enemies.

The Golden Crow Flower glanced at the slave monster, and its petals burst into flames. It had actually adopted a do-or-die approach, unleashing its most glorious and brilliant full-force attack in an extremely short time. Failing to gain the world's recognition meant certain death; there was no turning back.

"Hiss hiss hiss..."

The bat monster that pounced on the Golden Crow Flower was completely dispelled when it got within ten meters of it. Its body burst into flames, and it fanned itself twice with a wail before finally turning into a fireball and falling from the sky.

"Hahahaha..."

The golden fireball, over fifty meters tall, shone like a small sun, its heat waves surging and crashing towards the enormous creature emerging from the crack in the dark world. If it could be repelled, it would gain the recognition of the world's will!

The opportunity to become the master of the world is just around the corner.

Closer, closer, even closer...

Like a shooting star streaking across the sky, dazzling and unstoppable, its speed was so great that most of the slave monsters didn't even have time to sense it before it vanished in a flash and rushed to the front of the dark rift.

Only the bone-spiky monster that peeked out from the dark rift had its sunken eye sockets filled with cold eyes that stared unblinkingly at the ball of flame.

In the real world, what a level three creature considers a glorious and brilliant all-out attack is, in the eyes of the Ivory Castle's Holy Mark Wizard, so slow.

"Get out of here."

bang...

With a casual flick of its bone-spiked hand, a crisp "bang" resounded, striking the very center of the golden flames. The next moment, the bone-spiked hand, still burning with golden flames, casually shook itself off and then nonchalantly propped itself up on either side of the crack, as if trying to seize the moment to squeeze into the world of parasitic spores.

"Damn it, there's such a powerful giant here. I should have known better than to be so reckless."

The Ivory Castle Saint Mark Wizard's eyes passed through the scattered fragments of the little thing that had willingly come to its death and was blasted into dust by his own slap, through the sky full of plant-man legions, and finally landed on the King of the Ferns, a level six creature!

Returning it directly would be too embarrassing...

With a heavy heart, the Ivory Castle Saint Mark Wizard charged into the Parasitic Spore World with all his might. The moment he fully descended upon the Parasitic Spores, the Sword of Destruction would follow.

As the Stigmata Wizard of Ivory Castle buried himself in his work, concentrating all his efforts on trying to descend upon the Parasitic Spore World as quickly as possible, he suddenly noticed that the sky had darkened.

"Um?"

Struggling, the Ivory Castle Saint-Stigma Wizard raised his head, gasped, and roared, "Ivory Armament!"

A more powerful force erupted from within, and the bone armor and bone spurs on its body surface underwent a powerful evolution, turning blood red and perfectly enhancing its defensive capabilities.

"What do you mean, 'I'm begging for this'? Die!"

It seems that they are quite dissatisfied with waiting for several days and only getting a Level 4 Holy Mark Wizard from Ivory Castle!

After all, over the years, they had been projecting attacks on each other with the Parasitic Spore World. It wasn't just the Kiss of Souls that had gotten angry; the King of the Ferns was also furious. He was just waiting for the other side to come over so he could strike head-on and vent all the anger he had accumulated over the years.

The giant wooden fist unleashed shockwaves, its exaggerated size even larger than the real Ivory Castle. It swept over, blotting out the sky, and was terrifying. The sonic boom caused the slave monsters around the World Rift to stagger and fall, and even the relatively weaker slaves who were closer to it exploded to death with a "poof".

Rumble...

After the powerful shockwave subsided, the King of Ferns slowly withdrew his fist.

Several bone spurs, stained with blood, were embedded in the giant wooden fist. The cracks were pitch black, but there was no trace of the Ivory Castle Saint-Scarred Wizard.

"Hmph, it's quite tough."

The King of Ferns swept his cold gaze over the monsters gathered beside the World Rift and said in a chilling tone, "Clean them all up."

(End of this chapter)