Chapter 630 - 535: Victory
Chapter 630: Chapter 535: Victory
High above the sky, both sides exchanged a few more moves.
Suddenly, Annihilation unexpectedly withdrew.
He retreated hundreds of miles, the dangerous aura around him slowly reined in, leaving only tranquility.
"No more fighting." His voice was flat as if merely stating a fact, "This time, you have won."
The Sect Hierarch’s face showed a trace of reluctance upon hearing these words.
"Annihilation!" His voice carried a repressed anger, "It’s just beginning..."
"Just beginning?" Annihilation interrupted, turning to look at him, "Haven’t you felt it yet?"
The Sect Hierarch was taken aback.
"Perceive carefully," Annihilation said, "how much of the surrounding elements remain?"
The Sect Hierarch followed suit and released his perception, and the next second, his expression became even grimmer.
Thin.
Extremely thin.
This plane already didn’t have much elemental energy, and at this moment, those scarce elements were vanishing at an alarming rate...
No, not vanishing, being extracted.
By that Living Plane.
"Now we," Annihilation’s voice was so calm it was nearly cruel, "are fighting inside the enemy’s body."
"This plane now has a master. Its master is actively extracting the surrounding elements, limiting our source of power. Continuing the fight will only become more disadvantageous."
The Sect Hierarch remained silent.
He knew what Annihilation said was true.
Though the battle of Eighth Level Wizards has already surpassed the dependency on conventional elemental energy, being entirely unrestricted is impossible.
In this plane completely controlled by Clark, it’s akin to fighting on the opponent’s ’home ground.’
And this ’home ground’ is alive and will actively suppress them.
But he still felt unwilling.
"That kid’s state," he gritted his teeth, "cannot last long!"
Annihilation looked at him, his gaze terrifyingly calm:
"Then how long do you think he can maintain it?"
The Sect Hierarch opened his mouth but did not speak.
"A minute? Five minutes? An hour?" Annihilation’s voice was without any fluctuation, "Are you going to gamble your life on this time?"
The Sect Hierarch fell silent.
Annihilation didn’t stop talking; his gaze shifted to the two lurking figures in the distance:
"Moreover, are you sure we can hold out until his state ends?"
In the distance, the power of the two Eighth Level Wizards from Nolun Workshop was surging crazily.
And on the side of the Living Plane, Clark had evidently begun preparing for the next attack.
With the eyesight of an Eighth Level Wizard, it was easy to see the edges of this plane, where the land crumbled and vanished into thin air.
But everyone present knew this was not the plane collapsing but Clark mobilizing power.
The entire material of the plane was being decomposed, transformed, and condensed into new energy, readying the next wave of attack.
The Sect Hierarch watched the scene, and finally, the reluctance on his face gradually faded.
Replaced by a deep fatigue and helplessness.
He sighed deeply, the waves of the law around him gradually calming.
"We concede."
As soon as his words fell...
An invisible wave suddenly swept across the entire plane.
The wave did not belong to any of the Wizards present but came from a higher-level existence.
A phantom emerged slowly in the void between the four Eighth Level Wizards.
It was a presence with a serene face, age indistinguishable, without any energy fluctuations, yet giving a peculiar sense of ’it is the law itself.’
Felix.
The core of the Star Ring Federation’s Magic Net and the highest Supervisor of this ’coordinated battle.’
It looked at the Sect Hierarch and Annihilation, its voice steadily unwavering:
"Confirm one party has conceded; the contract is established. According to the contract, the search areas originally belonging to the Chaos Secret Sect and Tower of Annihilation are, from this moment, under Nolun Workshop’s jurisdiction. Units of the Chaos Secret Sect and Tower of Annihilation must complete all personnel and asset withdrawals within a year."
The Sect Hierarch nodded expressionlessly, showing no signs of joy or anger.
After all, being an Eighth Level Wizard, once the decision was made, he quickly adjusted his mindset.
Annihilation also nodded slightly.
Felix’s phantom did not say more, simply casting a calm glance over the four present, then slowly dissipated.
The outcome of the war was thus determined.
At the same moment, on the ground, each participating Wizard’s Magic Network Terminal simultaneously lit up.
A brief message displayed synchronously on all their devices:
[Conflict Ended. Nolun Workshop Wins.]
The Nolun Workshop camp erupted in deafening cheers!
Numerous Wizards rushed out from the fortress, embracing each other, laughing out loud!
Those dust-covered scouting Wizards, the battle-weary combatants, those struggling to maintain the Array in the rear... All were unleashing emotions suppressed for months at this moment!
On the opposite side, the atmosphere at the Alliance Camp was dead silent.
The heavy atmosphere pressed down on everyone like lead.
Some quietly put away their weapons, others slumped to the ground, some stared vacantly in the direction of Nolun Workshop.
At this point, the outcome of the battle was decided.
But deep underground, at the edge of the thousand-kilometer giant Array, Jeming and Viola had no inclination to celebrate.
Both continued to stare intently at the light screen, scrutinizing every node of the Array, not daring to relax.
Until...
In the light screen, Clark slowly opened his eyes.
He hovered within that cluster of spiritual light, remaining still for a few seconds, as if savoring something final.
Then, with a slight flicker, he disappeared from the plane’s core.
The next second, the teleportation array lit up.
The gray-white figure reappeared before Jeming and Viola.
At the moment he left the plane’s core, the central shadow plane’s Lord’s spirituality could no longer sustain and completely collapsed.
And the plane’s spirituality and soul that relied on it also lost their anchor at the same moment, collapsing like a sandcastle meeting waves.
The shimmering white light gradually dimmed, and the Array returned to calm.
Clark stood still, eyes slightly closed, seemingly savoring something.
Viola was the first to come forward.
She circled Clark twice, like a curious cat, poking him with her finger:
"Mentor, mentor, why haven’t you advanced yet?"
She blinked her silvery-gray eyes, full of confusion:
"You consumed so many resources... Almost the entire plane’s material and energy! Even if you don’t directly ascend to Eighth Level, you should at least go up to Seventh Level, right? Why are you still Sixth Level?"
Clark opened his eyes, expressionlessly grabbing her by the scruff like a kitten and lifting her up.
"Do you think," his voice was so flat it was emotionless, "everyone is as stupid as you?"
Viola dangled in mid-air, limbs flailing, looking defiant but ultimately not daring to refute.
Jeming, watching their interaction from the side, couldn’t help but laugh.
However, he also keenly sensed that his mentor seemed to be in an exceptionally good mood—in normal circumstances, with Viola’s question, the mentor would likely have chopped her on the head.
"Mentor..." Jeming spoke, "A good harvest?"
Clark put down Viola and turned to look at him.
This time, the corners of his mouth slightly lifted, revealing a genuine smile:
"Very good."
He paused, seemingly organizing his thoughts but ultimately only said simply:
"This round, I’ve seen clearly; the path for my future ascension to Seventh and Eighth Levels is now open."
Jeming and Viola were both stunned.
"Then..." Jeming tentatively asked, "Mentor, are you going to advance soon?"
Clark shook his head.
"No rush."
His gaze turned to the distance, to the faded Array, to the thick layers of rock above, and the battlefield beyond that just ended:
"Precisely because of this experience, I realized there are still many areas worth supplementing in my system."
Jeming and Viola exchanged a glance.
Both saw the surprise in each other’s eyes.
This means...
Even if their mentor remains at Sixth Level, his combat power can continue to rise?
Both fell silent.
A thought simultaneously emerged in their minds:
Monster!