Chapter 601 - 513: Astonishment and Clash
Chapter 601: Chapter 513: Astonishment and Clash
The moment he saw the figure in the black robe, Jeming’s mind was completely focused, like a bowstring pulled taut.
All distracting thoughts, doubts, and the desire to clear out fleeing enemies were forcibly suppressed, and his eyes were left with only the target exuding the majestic presence of a Sixth Level Wizard.
The life-and-death struggle with the Hand of Obliteration, which nearly cost him his soul, had long engraved a wariness of Sixth Level Wizards into his very bones.
Faced with this unknown formidable enemy, Jeming had no leisure for "probing."
His thoughts turned swiftly, and twelve Fire Floating Cannons moved according to his will.
Two of them adjusted their angles slightly, the dark golden "continuous beam" like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, slicing through the last few enemy wizards attempting to flee to the distance.
The screams were abruptly cut off, leaving a few wisps of rapidly dissipating blue smoke in the air.
And the remaining ten Floating Cannons, their muzzles suddenly blazed with intensity!
Ten beams of Fire Divine Light converged precisely in the void after leaving the muzzles.
Jeming’s vast spiritual power forcibly guided and restrained these ten destructive energy streams, compressing and fusing them again over a very short distance!
Buzz!!!
The space emitted a lament of unbearable strain.
A super-condensed beam, only thumb-thick, with a color as deep as a concentrated dark sun, yet the edge adorned with dazzling white incandescent patterns, suddenly took shape!
Wherever it passed, light was devoured, and the space exhibited a slight twisting sensation collapsing inward towards the beam.
The beam, soundless yet carrying a resolve to pierce through everything, shot towards the critical point of that black-robed figure’s chest a hundred miles away!
Jeming’s pupils locked onto the target the moment the beam was fired, ready to observe any response from the opponent.
However...
He felt as if his vision had experienced a brief "frame skip."
In the previous moment, the black-robed figure was still standing in midair, eyes locked onto him with a dark red gaze.
In the next moment, the opponent’s right arm seemed to blur slightly, and the palm was already raised, held flat in front of the chest.
And the converged beam, which gathered the full power of ten Floating Cannons and could shatter ordinary sixth-level defenses in an instant, disappeared silently in front of the raised palm...
As if it had shot into a point of absolute nothingness, leaving no trace of energy leakage, it vanished into thin air.
Jeming’s heart suddenly contracted, a chill running up his spine to his head.
But the focus wasn’t on how the opponent neutralized the attack, it lay elsewhere.
Why did this enemy raise his hand?
Why was the palm placed precisely in front of the beam’s trajectory?
Could it be... he... can react to light?!
The shock brought by this thought startled Jeming even more than the fact that the attack had been neutralized.
Light speed is the ultimate limit of information transmission in conventional material planes.
A light-speed attack, over a hundred kilometers, takes only 0.0003 seconds!
Being able to "respond" to a light-speed attack implies the opponent’s perception, thought, and actions have touched or even surpassed the boundary of certain physical rules!
This is absolutely not something an ordinary Sixth Level Wizard can achieve!
But Jeming forcibly suppressed his momentary shock, his combat instincts and analytical habits operating at high speed simultaneously.
Soon, under the rapid operation of his mind, he noticed a crucial detail: the two beams he split off to clear the small fry, the opponent did not intercept them.
With the terrifying ability the opponent demonstrated to possibly react to light speed, it would have been effortless for him to extinguish those beams.
Unless... he is extraordinarily brutal, watching his comrades being killed?
But the look of joy on the ambushers when they saw him arrive couldn’t have been faked.
A commander so brutal as to disregard the lives of his subordinates is unlikely to inspire such hopeful relief in his troops in a crisis moment.
So, more likely is that the opponent can’t genuinely react to the entire domain of lightspeed!
His abilities might be limited to a certain range around his body, countering "light-speed attacks entering this region" by some unknown means.
"Is it a local change in the flow of time, a preset trap of spatial curvature, or an ultra high-tier preemption perception..."
Several guesses flashed through Jeming’s mind in an instant, but none could be completely confirmed.
He needed more data, and he knew he had to immediately conduct more tests.
However, the enemy would not give him the time for thorough analysis.
In that "instant" Jeming’s thoughts raced, the opponent’s counterattack was already in motion.
The Black Robed Wizard simply raised the other hand, pointing the index finger in Jeming’s direction, and made a virtual mark.
In that instant, the surging Fire Element was summoned, forming a sea of flames in the sky like an ocean.
Following the wizard’s finger movement, the fiery sea in the sky descended upon Jeming like a tsunami!
However, despite the vast scale of the sea of flames, in Jeming’s perception, the energy intensity it contained... was not that high.
At least, it was far inferior to the Hand of Obliteration, which embodied multiple powers of annihilation.
This attack, though seemingly overwhelming, was essentially just a normal elemental manipulation in terms of nature, apart from its exaggerated attack range.
The Ruins Armor should be able to easily withstand it.
Jeming instinctively judged.
He could sense the field of the Ruins Armor operating steadily, ready to absorb and convert these "low-intensity" energy impacts.
But just as the flame was about to touch the invisible field of the Ruins Armor, every hair on Jeming’s body suddenly stood on end!
The intuition for fatal danger, forged from countless life-and-death trials, scorched his soul like a red-hot iron!
"Something’s wrong!"
He didn’t even have time to think about what was wrong; his body already reacted instinctively.