Chapter 587 - 503: Worsening Injuries
Chapter 587: Chapter 503: Worsening Injuries
Above the sky, an energy surge rushed like a tsunami.
The Saint Heir stood at the center, arms outstretched, and his dark gray robe moved without wind, its spiral emblem seeming to come alive and slowly rotating.
Three witches stood in a triangular formation one hundred meters behind him, eyes closed, with silver threads of spiritual power extending from their brow, connecting to the complex array that appeared behind the Saint Heir’s head.
The mental energy fluctuations of the four were completely synchronized, as if they were one.
"Naive arrogance must be cleansed by pain." The Saint Heir’s voice was icy as he lifted his hand and pressed down.
The attack arrived instantly.
The space within a hundred meters around Jeming suddenly contracted inward, with invisible barriers closing in from all directions.
Immediately following was the "Entropy Wave"—gray-white ripples spread from the Saint Heir’s palm, dissolving material structure spontaneously and driving energy into chaos wherever they passed.
The third wave was the "Painful Scream," an intangible mental attack that directly pierced the soul.
The threefold attack descended almost simultaneously.
Any individual blow surpassed the limits of typical Fifth Level sorcery, and combined, its instantaneous explosive power approached the Sixth Level threshold.
However...
Jeming stood in place, his clothes not even stirring.
The Ruins Armor perfectly blocked all damage from the enemy.
The first wave of spatial compression collided with the field, a force strong enough to crush mountains vanished like a mud bull into the sea, failing to create even a ripple before being silently absorbed by the Ruins Armor.
The compressed space structure was forcibly smoothed out, its energy extracted, and drawn into the depths of the field.
The second wave of gray-white ripples touched the edge of the field, its characteristic of guiding material energy to spontaneously disintegrate crashed into a perfectly smooth wall.
The ripples attempted to penetrate and erode, but the Rune Array within the Ruins Armor instantaneously reversed the entropy process, rearranging and taming the chaotic energy into obedient stored energy.
The third wave, the Painful Scream, did not escape the Ruins Armor’s grasp either.
The malicious intent of the Painful Scream melted instantly like snow thrown into a furnace, and its remaining energy was likewise absorbed and transformed.
Jeming "sensed" the energy storage progress within the Ruins Armor slowly rising.
He felt a slight surprise in his heart.
The energy level of this threefold attack was quite considerable, each second injecting energy equivalent to dozens of typical Fifth Level sorcery volleys.
If not for the Ruins Armor’s extremely high absorption and conversion efficiency, and its energy storage limit being repeatedly strengthened, ordinary Fifth Level defense magic would have overloaded and collapsed in an instant.
"I see." Jeming’s gaze swept over the three connected witches behind the Saint Heir and instantly grasped the crux.
Wizard casting essentially involves constructing a witchcraft model with one’s own spiritual power, channeling environmental elements for release.
The greater the power and the more complex the structure of the witchcraft, the higher the demand on spiritual power consumption and computational power.
Though a Fifth Level Wizard’s spiritual power is strong, repeatedly releasing attacks close to Sixth Level power becomes extremely burdensome.
Whereas these four, through spiritual power threads, temporarily linked their computational power and spiritual power pools, used the Saint Heir as the casting subject.
The three witches essentially became the Saint Heir’s "external computation units" and "reserve power sources."
Thus the attack could be continuous, with compounded power.
"If I hadn’t dealt with one just now, this guy might have been able to unleash witchcraft equivalent to Sixth Level power. A good technical approach, but unfortunately..." Jeming contemplated, showing no emotion.
Theory is theory, practice is practice.
Even if they could truly unleash witchcraft of Sixth Level standard power, it wouldn’t be a big deal for Jeming now.
The protection standards of the Ruins Armor already far exceed regular Sixth Level protective witchcraft.
Moreover, having witnessed a true Sixth Level Wizard’s strike temporarily overloading the Ruins Armor’s terrifying might, the seemingly magnificent and fierce offensive before him appeared like a child beating a steel fortress with a wooden hammer.
More showy than effective.
At this energy infusement rate, even if they attack all day, the Ruins Armor’s energy storage would still be far from saturation.
The Saint Heir saw Jeming unmoving under his offensive, not even changing his expression, a barely perceptible trace of suspicion flashing in his eyes.
"Desperate struggle!" He sneered, as the spiritual power link among the four intensified, preparing a new wave of attack.
This time, fine black cracks began to appear in space, indicating high-level spatial sorcery.
But Jeming had already lost patience.
The soul pain continued to surge like the tide, impacting his consciousness boundaries.
Every breath felt like innumerable fine needles piercing soul fragments, leaving him in no mood to play around!
He raised his right hand, and within his wrist witchcraft artifact, a Fire Extinction Divine Light witchcraft was already prepared.
He raised his hand, pointed at the Saint Heir.
Dark golden light burst forth again, condensed like a needle, piercing straight at the opponent’s brow.
Before the Saint Heir a seven-colored flowing rainbow shield appeared once more.
This time Jeming saw it clearly, the shield was thin as cicada wings, reflecting a dazzling and mesmerizing brilliance, as if solidifying a piece of rainbow in the void.
The Fire Extinction Divine Light collided with the rainbow shield, the dark golden beam struck a colloid as dense as can be.
The speed suddenly slowed down, its condensed energy structure was "brushed" away layer by layer by that seven-colored rainbow, decomposing into harmless fundamental element light dots, scattered and floated away.
Eventually, at the cost of this barrier’s collapse, Jeming’s attack was neutralized once again.
"Heh." The Saint Heir chuckled, the laughter filled with pride and mockery, "Don’t bother, this ’Seven-colored Rainbow Wall’ is a technique bestowed by the Grand Elder of my church, specifically to restrain high-concentration energy attacks."