Chapter 617 - 524: Defeat and Withdrawal (2)
Chapter 617: Chapter 524: Defeat and Withdrawal (2)
In the sky, the tide of battle shifted suddenly.
After a "presentation" escape, before the Black Robed Wizard could stabilize his form, Jeming’s figure clung to him again, like an affliction of the bones!
This time, the law patterns surrounding the Black Robed Wizard appeared noticeably irregular and dim, with intermittent breaks.
Under Jeming’s relentless pressure, the wizard’s "quota" within this unit of time was completely exhausted.
Jeming didn’t miss this opportunity.
He swung his fist, which had been accumulating power for a long time, without any decoration or feint, delivering the purest frontal strike!
The dark golden fist edge, like the spear of judgment piercing the heavens and earth, carried the determination to destroy everything and effortlessly tore through the fragile defensive law layer on the Black Robed Wizard’s chest, and pierced his torso fiercely!
Puff!
With a dull sound, blood and flesh burst!
Dark red blood, like a fountain, spewed forth from the massive piercing wound in his chest!
The Black Robed Wizard’s body arched violently from the impact of that terrifying force, his hood fell, revealing a pale, gaunt face of a middle-aged man filled with shock and pain.
The surging dark golden destructive energy rushed into his chest cavity like a flood breaking through a dam.
Trying to follow the flesh, eroding his soul, burning his body!
However, just as this lethal energy was about to spread throughout his body...
The Black Robed Wizard’s calculation power finally came back, and the quota of Fictional Law was filled again.
Thus, the result was forcibly redefined.
The dark golden destructive torrent rushing into his body was suppressed at the last moment before detonating his entire body by an invisible, fierce force, confined around the wound in the chest cavity.
Although it couldn’t be expelled, at least its spread and explosion were stopped.
The Black Robed Wizard coughed violently, mouthfuls of dark red blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, soaking the front of the shattered black robe.
He lowered his head, staring at the dark golden arm that pierced through his chest, then slowly raised his head to meet Jeming’s cold and calm dark golden whirlpool pupils, as if only executing a predetermined program.
The two sides silently stared at each other. For a moment, silence prevailed.
The blood-stained corner of the Black Robed Wizard’s mouth suddenly pulled into an extremely complex curvature, mixing bitterness with a sense of relief.
"...I’ve lost." His voice was hoarse, yet unusually calm.
Jeming’s pupils contracted upon hearing these words, sensing something suddenly.
Without hesitation, he exerted force on the arm that pierced the opponent’s body, trying to detonate all remaining destructive energy before the opponent’s quota recovered for the next round!
But... the hand came up empty.
The Black Robed Wizard’s form, like morning mist dispersed by sunlight, began to quickly fade and vanish from the edges of the pierced wound.
The last thing remaining was the complex and cryptic look in those dark red eyes as they gazed at Jeming.
Then, the Black Robed Wizard vanished completely.
Jeming was silent for a moment, slowly retracting the arm covered in dark red blood that pierced the void.
In the air, the blood lost its foothold, rapidly oxidized, dried, and disintegrated into fine powder that scattered.
"Tsk... escaped, huh." He muttered in a voice that revealed neither regret nor surprise.
In truth, he never held much hope for a "kill."
Such wizards skilled in [Fabrication] Laws, if determined to flee, possess the ability to "skip the process and directly present the fleeing result," making it nearly impossible to catch them.
After all, even if a Seventh Level Wizard were to pursue them now, as long as the opponent’s quota wasn’t completely depleted, the chances of catching up remain slim.
To have forced the opponent to flee heavily wounded, quota exhausted, even compelled to speak the words "I’ve lost," a near admission of defeat... This was already a result far beyond expectations.
Suspended in the void, Jeming slowly clenched his fist, reminiscing about the strike that pierced through the opponent’s chest.
The feel was solid, the power transmission smooth, the energy erosion efficiency matched the simulations.
The resistance effect against [Fabrication] Laws, under the state of Light Divinity Transformation, was perfectly maintained.
...Very good, all metrics were up to standard.
He didn’t linger in the rare victory for too long.
After confirming the Black Robed Wizard’s full retreat, Jeming’s dark golden glow flashed, diving at light speed, appearing before Augusta in the blink of an eye.
Augusta was startled by his sudden approach, instinctively stepping back half a step, the residual armor plates around her raised in reaction.
But Jeming gave her no time for small talk or surprise, his face carried not a trace of excitement for defeating a strong enemy, only the utmost sternness:
"The commotion was too great just now; enemy reinforcements could arrive at any moment."
"We must leave immediately. Split paths."
Augusta, seasoned in battle, quickly suppressed the turmoil in her heart, nodding swiftly: "Understood. I saw your cooperative channel with Blake before, remember you set a backup rendezvous coordinate. I’ll head there."
Without unnecessary words, as soon as she finished speaking, an overwhelming silver-blue magnetic field aura surged around Augusta.
Nearby metallic wreckage, under the influence of the magnetic field, seemed grabbed by invisible hands, wildly gathering towards her!
In the blink of an eye, a set of silver-blue metal battle armor, conforming to her body curve and covering all vital points, perfectly formed on her body.
The armor’s lines were sharp, with blue halos of enhanced magnetic fields circulating at the joints, and several pairs of metallic wings for balance and acceleration on the back.
Augusta gave Jeming one last look, her black eyes carried a thousand words, finally condensed into a succinct:
"...Talk later."
Her words were barely finished when the magnetic field around her abruptly exploded!
The magnetic field, under her control, formed into a barrel-like shape.
Silver-blue electrical light, like the wings of thunder, propelled her form like a shell accelerated to the extreme by electromagnetic rails, tearing through air, shooting towards the preset coordinate direction!
In the blink of an eye, only a rapidly shrinking blue-silver dot remained in the sky.
Jeming watched her leave.
Once confirmed she was completely out of the field, he hovered in place, slowly closing his eyes, taking a deep breath—although, in the state of Light Divinity Transformation, he had no need to breathe, this habitual action aided him in concentrating his mind.
Then, he suddenly opened his eyes!
Deep within the pupils, those two groups of dark golden whirlpools began rotating rapidly, like an abyss being hit by a massive stone!
Buzz!!!
An expansive, boundless, and destructively purifying intent dark golden light burst forth, with him as the epicenter!
Dark golden light, like a tsunami, swept at light speed in all directions!
Wherever the Fire Extinction Divine Light passed, the residual blood on the ground, shattered energy fragments, spatial ripples left by the clash of laws, even the residual spiritual power of both sides in the air not yet fully dissipated...
All traces that could be used by the enemy for retracing, locating, and reconstructing the battle process were completely evaporated, returned to void upon contact with this glow, leaving not a single remnant!
As Jeming exploded a round of Fire Extinction Divine Light to clear, the region within a thousand miles became a "blank" with no remnants of past information.
Jeming thought for a moment, feeling it wasn’t quite safe enough.
Simply flew up high and released many Patrollers again.
Spreading light with his Light Divinity-transformed body to let them carry his aura, Jeming briefly sensed, then was satisfied directing them to scatter, swiftly flying in all directions.
Having done all this, Jeming turned, casting one last glance in the direction where the Black Robed Wizard vanished.
Then, he no longer delayed.
With a slight lift of his foot, his form transformed into a straight dark golden beam, shot towards the opposite direction of Augusta at light speed!
On the battlefield, only a purified, spotless, as if never having seen battle, silent wasteland remained.
And at the edge of the distant horizon, the faint wizard aura rapidly approaching, sensing the explosive energy anomalies in this area.