Wizard's Journey

Chapter 964 One After Another

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

The numerous plant-based warriors before the World Rift, watching the terrifying monster attempting to squeeze into the world of parasitic spores, were driven by a fierce determination to prevent the invasion of their beloved world, to uphold their beliefs, and to ensure the eternal existence and transmission of the will of the parasitic spores. Some of the stronger warriors bravely charged towards the monster to stop it from entering this world!

Having broken through the dense protective layer constructed by the slave monsters, some of the plant-like powerhouses were surrounded by even more slave monsters halfway through their charge and fell from the sky. Others, however, managed to break through the plant-like army and charged headlong into the colossal creature that made their souls tremble.

The energy-materialized head alone was nearly a hundred meters long. If this metal monster, formed from the elemental true body of the Saint Mark Wizard with a steel body, were to actually rush into the parasitic spore world, the consequences would be catastrophic.

Ding ding dong...

These low-level creatures were numerous, and although their attacks were negligible against the level 5 Holy Mark, which was known for its defense, they still posed a serious obstacle, slowing their progress and preventing them from quickly invading the world.

"You are courting death."

Roaring, the Steel-Body Saint Mark Wizard withstood the attacks of numerous low-level plant beings, and even withstood the attacks of the two nearby World Trees, slowly squeezing into the Parasitic Spore World. These low-level plant beings, surrounded by slave monsters, were quickly torn to pieces by the ferocious and brutal monsters from all directions.

The metal skull was marked with some minor dents and pits.

"Evil monster, get out of the world of Parasitic Spores!"

With an angry roar, the King of Ferns descended from the sky with its thick branches carrying the destructive power of a level six creature. The steel-bodied Saint Mark Wizard, whose body was already a third of the way inside, raised his head and opened his mouth, unleashing an energy wave with an attack force of over 100,000 degrees.

Boom!

The energy explosion and the sound of metal colliding shattered thousands of monsters and a small number of plant-based humans who were unable to dodge in time.

For lower organisms, war between higher organisms is truly an apocalypse.

"Hmph! I'm not a level four wizard!"

Only a small portion of the twisted metal head remained in the parasitic spore world. The steel-bodied Saint Mark Wizard endured the blow, roaring. Taking a direct hit from a level six creature in the world rift was no easy task, even for someone as renowned for his defensive capabilities.

Fortunately, the world rift was wide enough that the steel body did not need to expend extra power to open it, and even after being struck by the level six creature, the King of Ferns, it still had some strength left.

"The monsters that have squeezed in are indeed getting stronger and stronger."

The statue of the Fern King's Will, wrapped in countless leaves of the Wutong Guardian, is an avatar left behind by the former Fern King. It still retains some of the power of a sovereign. Even though the Wutong Guardian can only exert one or two tenths of its power now, it is still not something that a creature at the level of a world master can easily fight against.

The withered hand of the fern's remains statue pointed towards the steel-bodied holy wizard, almost causing the parasitic spores in the air to erupt with the power of burning water elements, submerging the metal head seeping from the world's rift.

call……

The green flames of life are burning fiercely.

The metal head, unable to withstand the attack, had retreated completely into the depths of the dark rift, but a metal hand remained exposed, reaching into the parasitic spore world, unwilling to leave.

call out!

A natal vine pierced the sky and accurately embedded itself in the center of the metal hand. A heart-wrenching scream immediately came from the dark rift, and with a "poof," the metal arm quickly retracted into the dark rift.

"snort."

The fifth-level creature, the King of Ferns, snorted coldly, a hint of smugness in its expression, and slowly retracted its natal vines.

"Be careful!"

The exclamation beside him startled the King of Ferns. Before he could react further, a scythe burning with dark green soul flames severed one of his life-giving vines, which he hadn't been able to fully retract, and a heart-wrenching pain shot through him.

"Hehehehehehehehe..."

Far less clumsy than the Steel-Body Saint Mark Wizard, the Skeleton Bell Tower Saint Mark Wizard lunged forward, its giant skeletal upper body squeezing into the Parasitic Spore World. Its agility and speed far exceeded expectations, seemingly about to slide into the world's interior at any moment, frightening many divine trees of the divine worlds into breaking out in a cold sweat, almost unable to stop it in time.

Splash!

Suddenly, in the emerald green sea of ​​life of Bojudu City, a tea-green seaweed swirled up a towering wave, followed by a hundred-meter-diameter column of waves that shot into the sky, carrying with it some high-level energy. The skeletal giant, which had already advanced more than halfway, stopped abruptly and had no choice but to swing its death scythe.

"hateful!"

The severing of one of its natal branches is almost a permanent reduction in the original power of the King of Ferns.

All of this was due to a moment of carelessness, which is truly regrettable and heartbreaking.

With a turn, eleven life-bound vines attacked with all their might, almost risking their lives. The furious power of the Fern King made the Bone Bell Tower Saint Mark Wizard turn his head and look over. Two balls of soul flames burned quietly in the skull's eye sockets.

"Stop it!"

A world guardian, covered in tufts of fluff, resembling a bizarre scarecrow, with emerald green fluff gathering and coiling like snakes toward the Stigmata Wizard of the Bone Bell Tower.

Another master of the parasitic spore world, the King of the Ferns, led his followers, a corn cob, and launched a high-purity corn energy polymer explosive.

"Heh heh, quite a few guys have gathered here..."

After muttering a sinister phrase to himself, the skull of the Bone Bell Tower Saint Mark Wizard opened its jaw, and a black skeletal bat flapped its wings and flew forward to counterattack, while the skull itself nimbly retreated back into the world rift.

Puff, puff, puff, puff, puff...

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

Numerous attacks missed their mark, causing energy fluctuations. The sparse army of slave monsters that had been blocked by the continuous emergence of holy-marked wizards in the world rift was now completely blocked.

For a time, the slave monster army that had surged out earlier could only crowd into the relatively small space at the exit of the rift, unable to spread out.

The energy fluctuations gradually subsided.

Looking further into the rift in the world, one could see a black flame giant burning fiercely in the very center of the nearly 300-meter-long rift.

The repeated invasions are overwhelming.

Since the black flame giant was much weaker than the previous two monsters, it was able to stand upright in the center of the rift. This size of world rift was already large enough to allow level four creatures to come and go at will.

"kindness!?"

The Parasitic Spore World will not be careless in the face of any monsters that emerge from there.

Although surprised that such an ordinary monster would suddenly appear after two level-five creatures in succession, the King of Ferns still took action immediately. A vine fell with the power of a level-six creature, causing the air to vibrate violently.

Beneath the mask of truth, Grimm's two-colored eyes gazed at the powerful attack that he could hardly withstand.

Although it cannot be accurately assessed, it is certain that the attack must have exceeded 200,000 degrees. From the perspective of a level 4 Grimm Stigmata, it was truly earth-shattering.

"snort……"

He chuckled softly, seemingly unconcerned about the matter at all.

The Abyss Magic Staff and the Book of Truth were nowhere to be seen. Instead, Grimm's black flames clasped together, and the rules of the World Garment within his body shot out in all directions.

Just as the King of Ferns was about to unleash his attack, a giant hand, generated from countless wailing skull phantoms and panic, silently emerged from the depths of the dark rift and, with a "snap," accurately seized the sky-covering vine!

"Hehehehe, the passageway is wide enough."

Black and red clouds of panic surged from the black cracks, an ominous aura boiled over, and death was everywhere one looked.

(End of this chapter)