Chapter 607 - 516: The Gradually Slipping Battlefield
Chapter 607: Chapter 516: The Gradually Slipping Battlefield
The battle erupted again without any warning after a brief standoff.
The figures of both sides intermingled instantly.
The Black Robed Wizard’s figure "jumped" to Jeming’s flank, palm carrying that bizarre power which directly defines the "result," silently imprinting down.
A flash of viciousness crossed Jeming’s eyes; instead of dodging, he twisted his body and swung his arm, once again meeting the attack with his newly formed right fist!
In that instant, both sides engaged once more in the same manner, like a replayed image.
Puff...
The arm shattered in response, turning into ash.
Jeming activated the Void Step, his body retreating swiftly like a cicada shedding its skin.
The Black Robed Wizard followed closely, the second step "result" directly presenting itself, another hand nearly touching Jeming’s back.
Jeming’s left arm reflexively blocked backward.
Puff...
The second new arm met the same fate.
Two clashes, an electric flash, Jeming lost both arms again, but with this bloody "tail-cutting" tactic and the buffer of the Ruins Armor, he once again widened the small gap.
However, this time, the Black Robed Wizard did not pause due to the burden of law application like before!
His figure merely hesitated slightly, and then with a flash of dark silver light underfoot, he shot forward at an astonishing speed!
Although he didn’t use the [Fabrication] law to directly erase the movement process, the linear speed he burst out still kept pursuit of the Void Stepping Jeming!
"Just as expected..." Jeming’s heart sank.
The situation he feared the most was happening.
Seeing that palm that seemed capable of erasing all existence break through space again, clawing towards his chest, the viciousness on Jeming’s face intensified.
His mind quickly revolved, releasing the preparations he had made in advance!
Behind him, the air suddenly split open with ten dark vortexes!
Ten completely black Black Giant Priests, holding magic staffs, instantly appeared between Jeming and the Black Robed Wizard!
As soon as they appeared, the dark red gems at the tops of their staffs simultaneously erupted with dazzling brilliance!
Ten Fire Extinction Divine Lights, as solid as true spears, shot from different angles toward the Black Robed Wizard nearby, sealing all his paths of evasion and pursuit of Jeming!
This strike, with its tricky timing and close distance, almost exploded in his face!
"Humph!"
A cold snort came from beneath the hood of the Black Robed Wizard.
The pursuing figure abruptly halted.
Faced with the focused attack powerful enough to severely injure a Sixth Level, he merely took a plain glance.
In the next instant, those ten fierce dark gold rays, upon reaching within his range, disappeared silently as if colliding into an absolutely silent abyss.
The [Fabrication] law directly presented the result of "attack perfectly intercepted."
Jeming seized the gap created by "squeezing" out with ten Black Giant Priests, pushing the Void Step to its extreme, his figure transforming into a pale golden stream almost blending into the background, abruptly shooting back several kilometers!
At the same time, Jeming focused attention on the Black Giant Priests, attempting to retrieve them into the grotto heaven through the soul contract.
Yet his movements were just a tad slow.
Or rather, the Black Robed Wizard’s counterattack was so fast that it was beyond his "reaction" range.
Only to see the Black Robed Wizard raise a hand, gently sweeping toward the ten Black Giant Priests who had just completed their attack.
The movement was gentle, like brushing away dust from a scroll.
The ten Black Giant Priests, each Level Six, with strong life energy, did not even let out a muffled grunt.
Their bodies covered in liquid metal disintegrated into silent, invisible ashes, scattering into the air as if weathered for eons.
Just like that, ten powerful Sixth Level forces were obliterated.
Jeming’s face instantly turned exceptionally grim, not only due to the loss of precious battle power.
More importantly, from these fluid attack-defense transitions twice in succession, he understood a more brutal truth.
The opponent was gradually "familiarizing" himself with his defense system!
The operation of the [Fabrication] law is based on "theoretically achievable."
And this "theoretical" difficulty assessment is obviously closely related to the depth of the spellcaster’s understanding of the target object.
With ongoing confrontations with Jeming, continuously "contacting" the Ruins Armor, continuously "feeling" its defensive principles and energy flow models, his cognition of "how to crack the Ruins Armor" is rapidly deepening.
This means the "quota proportion" needed for "realizing the result of breaking the Ruins Armor" within the omitted quota in time, calculation power, and resources that the Fabrication law can skip, is swiftly decreasing!
The "quota" saved can undoubtedly support him to launch more attacks within the unit time.
Or, as just now, complete high-intensity defense.
One rises, the other falls.
Jeming moved his freshly growing, still somewhat pale and damp new arm emerging madly from the shoulder’s flesh, his heart sinking to the bottom.
He initially thought that, relying on the "Adaptive Evolution" brought by the "Body Refining Technique," he could gradually adapt to and even become immune to the opponent’s "Fabrication."
But now it seems, the situation is far from optimistic.
His body might evolve resistance to the Fictional Law, but the Ruins Armor itself is a fixed rune model and energy structure, it cannot "evolve"!
As the battle prolongs, the opponent’s "familiarity" with the Ruins Armor will increase, the "quota" required to break it will decrease, the attack frequency and variations will become faster and more unpredictable.
This is not a fight where exhaustion will lead to victory, it’s an abyss-bound desperation destined to slide deeper with time!
On the other side, the Black Robed Wizard standing in the void, furrowing his brow slightly under the hood.
When he previously shattered Jeming’s arm, he clearly felt an "anomaly."
The resistance feedback, or rather, the sensation when the "Fabrication" force was exerted, was noticeably different from before.
From their prior encounters, he believed he had sufficiently "modeled" the body strength, energy composition, and soul resilience of this young wizard, theoretically the "quota" needed to destroy the same area should steadily decrease.
But in reality, the "quota" consumed during those two attacks didn’t decrease as expected!
What does this mean?
Unless... this kid’s body, in the interval between his attacks, has undergone significant enhancement or change enough to disrupt the evaluation by the Fictional Law!
"Could it be... this kid is rapidly evolving?!"
This thought flashed through the Black Robed Wizard’s mind like lightning, causing the dark red pupils under the hood to constrict suddenly.
He has seen wizards or creatures with "Adaptive Evolution" or "Combat Growth" abilities before.
But those entities were either high-level with a strong foundation or evolved relatively slowly, needing prolonged battles or specific conditions to stimulate.
Yet this lowly Fifth Level kid’s evolution speed is unexpectedly fast, managing to cause detectable deviation in the difficulty assessment of his "Fabrication" Law within short intervals of engagement?!
This is simply inconceivable!
Considering the opponent’s absurd regeneration speed, the peculiar field resisting a blow from "Fabrication," substantial attacks, and the powerful black elemental creatures... the Black Robed Wizard’s determination to kill grew colder and more steadfast.
"An unsettlingly exaggerated genius." He murmured internally, his killing intent solidified, "Since this is the case, you must not be allowed to live any longer!"
Their eyes collided again in the void, sparks flying.
A new round of offense and defense abruptly began!
The process seemingly repeated like the previous time: the Black Robed Wizard launching assaults with "Fabrication," while Jeming either used his arm to block and sacrifice himself, or maneuvered with Ruins Armor, occasionally calling upon the Black Giant Priest to interfere and counter, buying some time to breathe and distance himself.
But Jeming’s expression grew increasingly grim with each clash.
Despite adjusting the position and equipment level of the Black Giant Priest in his inner grotto heaven, trying to minimize the consumption of each round of Black Giant Priests.
Every battle requires him to sacrifice three to five Black Giant Priests as "price" to narrowly escape the opponent’s lethal chase.
Jeming felt helpless about this, so he exerted all his strength to madly adjust the operation mode of "Body Refining Technique" based on the feedback from each encounter, accelerating his body’s evolution to resist the erosion of "Fabrication" force.
He could clearly feel the "Body Refining Technique" operating under overload, every cell of his body screaming to adapt to the force directly defining "results."
Every regeneration seemed to make the new arm’s bones denser, the distribution of energy flow better capable of dispersing that "dissipation" effect, the skin layer seemingly added a faint spirit light that resisted conceptual damage...
The adaptive evolution of the body is real and accelerating.
But the same problem remains: the Ruins Armor cannot evolve.
And the opponent’s "familiarity" with the Ruins Armor seems to be improving faster than his body’s evolution!
The result is, each attack from the opponent requires less "quota" to break the Ruins Armor, saving "quota" allows smoother attack connections, more varied changes.
Jeming’s body’s evolution barely offsets part of the attack enhancement brought by the opponent’s "familiarity" improvement, but the overall situation still inevitably slides in a direction extremely unfavorable to him.
To make matters worse, as the battle continues, the energy and life force consumption caused by repeated arm regeneration begins to show heavy pressure.
Even with his Divinity Transformation Stage cultivation and robust physique, he’s starting to feel bouts of weakness and fatigue originating from the source of life.
The recovery speed of the spiritual power within his body gradually cannot keep up with the high-intensity regeneration and maintaining the Void Step.
"Huff... huff..." Jeming’s breath became somewhat heavy.
Luckily, he was not completely unprepared for this.
With a single thought, deep within his inner grotto heaven, the "cross-space energy transmission system" tightly linked to the incense fire divine dao of the Purgatory Sulfur Plane, instantly switched its operating mode!
The pure elemental energy flow originally steadily transferred to maintain the internal factory operations and Elemental Pool supply was temporarily cut off.
Replaced by another, long-prepared, higher authority channel forcibly connected!
Majestic, pure, life-filled Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, like a flood overbreaking a dam, crossed the endless void.
Flowing from the Purgatory Sulfur Plane through the incense fire divine dao network, grandly pouring into Jeming’s inner grotto heaven, then through its transformation and guidance, crazily infused into his nearly depleted meridians and Sea of Qi!
Jeming’s body trembled slightly, as if welcoming rain after a long drought, every cell greedily sucked in this energy most compatible with his cultivation immortality system.
The pale complexion visibly regaining redness, the consumed spiritual power quickly recovering, even the body’s fatigue washed away by the nurturing of this pure Spiritual Qi.
However, the replenishment of Spiritual Qi only solved the problem of "energy endurance."
Even with unlimited Spiritual Qi supply, even with the body accelerating evolution.
But according to Jeming’s calculations, before the Black Giant Priest is exhausted, the evolution degree of his body is close to impossible to reach the quality change threshold of "immunizing the effect of a single attack by the Fabrication Law."
In other words, when the last "interference chip" of the Black Giant Priest is exhausted, he will have to directly face the peak attack frequency and threat level of the "Fabrication" Wizard.
Which is almost equivalent to... a death sentence.