Cultivating in the Wizard World

Chapter 625: Chapter 531: A New 8th Tier?

The intensity of the explosion far exceeded the estimates.

The first round of chain annihilation lasted a full thirty seconds.

When the air swept away by the shockwave returned, and the blasted antimatter made contact with new material again.

A second, larger explosion followed closely.

Then came the third round, the fourth round...

Each round of explosion tore apart the defenses that the refining array had barely constructed.

Each round of impact exhausted the spiritual power that countless wizards desperately input.

Deep in the camp, those wizards transmitting spiritual power looked as pale as paper.

The sky, no longer showed its original color.

Only the endless pure white light of destruction, and the defensive barrier being continuously torn apart and reformed, bitterly holding on.

Dionysus stood at the highest point of the command room, hands clenched tightly.

He was waiting.

In the distance, the Alliance Camp.

At the top of the Chaos Secret Sect’s tower, several blurred figures were also watching this earth-shattering collision.

"Those maniacs from the Tower of Annihilation..." One of them murmured, with a trace of undisguisable shock in his voice, "They really dare to play like this."

"It doesn’t matter to them, after all, if they win, the battlefield belongs to us," another said calmly, "even losing isn’t a loss."

"Heh, let’s go, we should act now."

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The Sea of Destruction continued its wild expansion.

On the side of the Nolun Workshop, all the wizards who could still maintain their clarity were desperately squeezing their spiritual power, manipulating the super-wide area refining array, erecting layer upon layer of protection amidst the endless annihilation explosions for the camp.

No one had the capacity to notice other directions.

Nor did anyone notice that on the other side of this plane ravaged by the antimatter tide, an area long hidden by layers of phase space was undergoing changes.

The Chaos Secret Sect’s secret card moved.

It was a huge cavity hidden deep underground.

Unlike the simple and brutal antimatter sphere from the Tower of Annihilation, the Chaos Secret Sect’s arrangements were far more concealed.

Since day one of the war, this cavity had been hidden in complex phase space layers, guarded by three Seventh Level Soul Element Wizards in shifts, blocking all possible detections.

Even the Soul System Wizards of Nolun Workshop, after making a significant sacrifice, could only barely capture one image before retreating heavily injured.

Inside the cavity was gray-black mist surging like an ocean.

But the source of that mist differed somewhat from Nolun Workshop’s previous speculations.

The emotional energy of millions of wizards was indeed collected.

The fear, despair, and madness generated by tens of billions of cannon fodder units during the battle were indeed collected too.

But all these were merely "ingredients."

The true essence was that suspended in the deepest part of the cavity, shrouded in layers of seals, a mass of blackness so deep it seemed capable of devouring everything.

That blackness had no temperature, no energy fluctuations, not even a sense of existence.

It simply floated there quietly, yet stirred an uncontrollable wail from the soul within everyone who saw it.

It was... death itself.

Not the death of some lifeform.

But the death of a plane.

This super-sized plane serving as the battlefield was itself composed of dozens of patchworked abandoned planes.

Those planes, upon patching, had long been completely devoid of life, their resources thoroughly depleted.

In the words of the wizards, they were already "dead."

However, death does not equate to complete nihilism.

The Chaos Secret Sect’s latest developed technology can harness the "lament" produced at the moment of plane death—the remnant will suffused with endless sorrow and despair upon the complete termination of a world—and transform it into an energy form usable.

This "plane death-level" emotional energy is far superior in quality to the emotions of ordinary beings.

If the emotions of millions of wizards were a mere stream, the lament from a plane’s death is an ocean.

And on this battlefield, the Chaos Secret Sect collected the death of over a dozen planes.

The depths of that blackness were surging with the despair of more than a dozen worlds ending.

This was the true lethal move capable of harming Eighth Level Wizards.

Of course, the High Tier Wizards of the Chaos Secret Sect understood well that the strength converging from the deaths of those dozen planes might only exert a fairly weak effect on one of the two Eighth Level Wizards from Nolun Workshop.

But in the combat of Eighth Level Wizards, even a "fairly weak effect" is enough to tilt the balance.

This suffices for determining victory and defeat.

"The time has come."

The Seventh Level Wizard responsible for manipulating the secret card raised his head, perceiving the still rampant antimatter tide from far away through layers of rock and phase space.

All the forces of Nolun Workshop were focused on confronting that Sea of Destruction.

Every bit of energy from the super-wide area refining array was used in erecting defenses and diverting explosions.

They were preoccupied.

"Activate the transfer."

The order was given.

That massive cavity concealed for over a month, along with the gray-black mist inside and that core blackness, began slowly emerging from the phase space.

It appeared silently above the ground, like a bubble rising from underwater.

Then, the auxiliary arrays already set around the cavity simultaneously lit up.

The sole function of those arrays was to launch the mass of pitch-black energy, condensed from the death cries of dozens of planes.

The target was those four hanging "suns" in the sky.

This was the battlefield for the Eighth Level Wizards on both sides.

The four "suns" silently hovered in the high sky, tens of thousands of kilometers away, emitting light and heat enough to illuminate the entire plane.

And deep within that brightness, four figures, which ordinary people could not gaze at directly, were engaging in a game beyond conventional understanding.

"Coordinate correction is complete, target locked, ready... launch!"

Gray-black fog violently surged.

The core of that mass of pitch-black suddenly expanded.

In the next instant, a torrent of energy, over a kilometer wide, purely forged from the death cries of planes, erupted from that mass of darkness!

Wherever it passed, every creature that perceived it, whether fighting mechanical bodies on the battlefield or wizards in distant camps, felt an uncontrollable despair surge from the depths of their hearts at the same moment.

It was the wail of the end of over a dozen worlds.

It carried the essence of "Death" itself.

The abyss-black energy torrent, with a terrifying might that shook the hearts and souls of even Seventh Level Wizards, charged towards one of the four "suns" in the sky!

"Success!"

A Chaos Secret Sect Wizard couldn’t help but show an excited expression on his face.

However, soon, the expressions of all the Chaos Secret Sect Wizards became frozen.

Because, just as the black energy was about to rush into the area engulfed by light, it stopped.

Not slowing down, deflecting, or dissipating.

But in a manner completely beyond everyone’s expectations, it came to a complete halt.

That death torrent, a kilometer in diameter, enough to influence the battle between Eighth Level Wizards, just quietly floated in the air, as if time itself had frozen around it.

On the Chaos Secret Sect side, all wizards who witnessed this scene were stunned.

"What’s going on?!"

"Is there a problem with the array?"

"Impossible! All nodes are functioning normally!"

The Seventh Level Wizard responsible for manipulating the trump card frowned deeply, his spiritual power rushing into the array, trying to reactivate the mass of black energy.

Yet no matter how he stimulated it, the death torrent remained as immovable as an insect frozen in amber.

But soon, the Chaos Secret Sect people sensed something amiss, for it wasn’t just that.

In the distance, the still-rampaging Sea of Destruction—a continuous annihilation frenzy caused by the detonation of two trillion tons of antimatter—also stopped.