Cultivating in the Wizard World

Chapter 715: Chapter 607: Battle

After overcoming numerous obstacles, the four Eighth Level Wizards of the Deep Red Royal Court faced off against the leader of the Alliance of Ten Thousand Realms.

The moment they clashed, the entire void felt like a pond into which high explosives had been thrown, with energy ripples spreading out like a tsunami in all directions.

The leader raised His hand, and the endless energy in the void gathered towards Him.

As a Ninth Level Creature, His power is theoretically limitless.

Given enough time, He could harness the energy of the entire chaotic void for His own use.

In fact, if needed, He could even create matter and energy out of nothing.

Therefore, He doesn’t need to use complex techniques or intricate laws when attacking, relying instead on pure, overwhelming force.

Meanwhile, He gently waved His other hand, and the power to alter the world was unleashed.

The chosen space began to be erased from the plane of existence.

Two types of attacks descended simultaneously.

The four Eighth Level Wizards of the Deep Red Royal Court hovered in place, not even attempting to dodge.

The world-altering power fell upon them, like water crashing against rock.

The forces attempting to erase their existence dissipated the instant they touched the Wizards, not even stirring a ripple.

The fixed laws of the Eighth Level Wizards made their existence immutable, directly immune to the opponent’s world alteration.

The leader’s pupils slightly contracted.

Previously, during probing, He couldn’t be sure, but now He confirmed that the opponent could indeed resist His power.

But... these Eighth Level Wizards, why?

The four Eighth Level Wizards gave Him no time to think.

They acted simultaneously, deep red energy pouring out of their bodies, transforming into four roaring blood dragons that tore through the void, charging straight at the leader.

The energy contained the core technology of the flesh nest: Life transformation, gene plunder, and cellular devourment.

Every shred of energy attempted to frantically corrode and assimilate the enemy’s power upon contact.

The leader frowned and raised His arm, releasing the previously gathered energy to form a thick energy barrier in front of Him.

As a Ninth Level Creature, His defense was undeniably strong.

The blood dragons slammed into the barrier with deafening roars, causing the entire void to tremble.

The barrier fluctuated violently, but only fluctuated without showing any signs of breaking.

A cold smile appeared at the corner of the leader’s mouth.

Eighth Level is just Eighth Level, no matter how bizarre these creatures are, they cannot break through the Ninth Level defense.

Then His smile froze.

The barrier indeed didn’t shatter, but the blood dragons didn’t dissipate either.

They clung to the barrier’s surface, writhing and corroding like living creatures.

The barrier’s energy was being consumed, transformed, and devoured.

In almost the blink of an eye, the barrier began to show signs of breaking, while the energy intensity of the blood dragons visibly increased.

The leader roared angrily, no longer passively defending.

He mobilized His power, instantly condensed an energy ball in His palm capable of annihilating plane clusters thanks to world modification, and hurled it at one of the Eighth Level Wizards.

The energy ball’s speed was astonishing, tearing a long rift in space as it went.

The Eighth Level Wizard saw this and sneered, "Such a crude way of using energy..."

He opened his arms, forming a vortex of deep red energy in front of him.

The energy ball collided with the vortex, spinning wildly and unleashing terrifying destructive power.

The vortex trembled, distorted, and struggled at the brink of collapse.

Yet, under the wizard’s control, it forcefully absorbed the entire impact of the energy ball.

The other three Eighth Level Wizards seized this opportunity, launching attacks from the flanks simultaneously.

Blood dragons, tendrils, claws, psychic shocks...

All attacks poured down on the leader like torrential rain.

The leader roared in an attempt to counterattack, but every counter was harmoniously neutralized by the four Eighth Level Wizards.

One wizard held the front, two harassed the flanks, and one searched for weaknesses.

Their coordination was flawless, like a precisely running machine of millions of years.

The leader finally realized an unacceptable reality.

His power was indeed infinite, but "infinite" doesn’t mean "limitless".

With enough time, He could mobilize the world’s energy, crushing all enemies.

But in such instantaneous high-intensity exchanges, the amount of power He could mobilize and unleash per unit time was limited.

And those four Eighth Level Wizards, in a short time, made a burst of power that easily exceeded His immediate output.

The battle continued, but the situation was already clear.

On the fringes of the battlefield, the wizards from parallel worlds were utterly stunned.

They stood with their mouths agape, eyes wide, like statues that had been petrified.

Ninth Level... it was a level they had revered for countless years, feared for countless years, dreamed of reaching but forever could not touch.

In their perception, Ninth Level was unbeatable, truly Divine, the endpoint of truth.

And now, four Eighth Level Wizards are pinning that Divine to the ground in a fight.

A Seventh Level Wizard from the Parallel World murmured, "Am I dreaming..."

His Twin beside him patted his shoulder, speaking calmly, "Better get used to it, you’ll understand when you get to the frontline where we often face Ninth Level Creatures."

The Seventh Level Wizard from the Parallel World twitched his lips, couldn’t help but raise a finger to point at himself, eyes vacant, "Huh? I have to go too?"

"Yes!"

The commanders of the Alliance of Ten Thousand Realms weren’t faring any better.

Their smiles had long frozen on their faces, replaced by a bone-deep fear.

A Starry Sky Giant Beast trembled all over, its voice shaking, "Leader... the leader is Ninth Level... how is this possible..."

The Scale Armor Beastmen Commander slumped to the ground, eyes vacant, mouth repeatedly uttering the same phrase, "It’s over, all over..."

But there were commanders refusing to give up, who, upon seeing the battle situation, grit their teeth and yelled angrily, "Charge! Go assist the leader!"

With his shout, the Alliance commanders present were snapped into action.

If this continued, and by some chance their own leader really lost, then they’d absolutely have no way out.

Given that, they’d rather fight desperately now.

At least, at this stage, they still have the capital to fight desperately!

"Everyone, follow me, charge!"

"Block those enemies!"

Of course, there are those trying to fight desperately, and naturally those trying to escape too.

However, those who attempted to flee were intercepted by the ambushing Wizards before they could get away.

The defected Wizards within the Alliance of Ten Thousand Realms’ army were even more pitiful.

Vald hid at the very back of the crowd, looking deathly pale.

His legs were shaking, teeth chattering, with only one thought crazily cycling in his mind: if the leader lost, how would they deal with traitors?

At this moment, all the defecting Wizards couldn’t help but feel regret welling up inside.

Meanwhile, within the ranks of the four major forces, the situation was bizarre.

The Eighth Level Wizards of the Star Ring Federation scrambled towards the battlefield as they simultaneously cursed at the Deep Red Royal Court Wizards, "Shameless! Four against one! Would it kill you to leave one for us?"

The Wizards from the Void Architecture Institute were more direct; they had already given up rushing, instead opting to use space blockade on the Deep Red Royal Court Wizards, attempting to trap them on the spot.

The Anti-Entropy Alliance Wizards transformed into streams of energy of various colors, infiltrating from all directions, shouting as they charged, "Move, move, let me in!"

The Wizards responsible for intercepting from the Deep Red Royal Court couldn’t stop their gleeful laughter, blocking in front of the others with all their might, "No, no, we’ve claimed this one already! The next one, the next one we’ll definitely give you!"

"Nonsense! Who knows if there’ll be a next one!"

"Then go capture one yourself!"

"With you blocking us, how can we capture one!"

They argued until their faces were red, yet their movements didn’t slow a bit.

Some cast Law Domains, some released Energy Barriers, while others boldly just grabbed their opponent’s waist.

A group of Eighth Level Wizards brawled with each other like street hooligans, the scene chaotic beyond belief.

Yet amidst this chaos, their interception of the other Alliance of Ten Thousand Realms troops never let up.

Any creature from the Alliance attempting to approach the battlefield, trying to support the leader, would be swiftly dealt with.

Some were slapped flying, some pierced by a beam of light, while others didn’t even know how they died.

Even if these Eighth Level Wizards were at the pinnacle of Eighth Level, they still fully showcased their frightening power, taking out enemies effortlessly as if brushing off dust.

In the center of the battlefield, energy exploded once again.

The four Eighth Level Wizards of the Deep Red Royal Court simultaneously unleashed their strongest strike.

Four blood dragons that consumed a large amount of enemy energy fused into one, enlarging a hundred times, carrying the power to annihilate everything, striking directly at the leader’s chest.

The leader’s body shook violently, its outline began to blur, its figure started to tremble, like a cloud of smoke being blown away by a fierce wind.

It roared in fury, attempting to gather its strength anew.

But those four Eighth Level Wizards gave it no chance to catch its breath, as soon as the blood dragon dispersed, more attacks followed one after another.

Once the aftermath subsided, the figures of those four Eighth Level Wizards emerged.

Their clothes were somewhat disheveled, a few strands of hair scattered by the turbulence of the energy, but that was all.

Not a single scar on their faces, their aura remained terrifyingly stable.

And opposite them, that once space-shaking silhouette was now wavering violently, its edges continuously collapsing and reforming, reforming and collapsing.

Its presence lingered, but its previous oppressive majesty was no more.

The leader floated in the void, watching the four approaching Eighth Level Wizards, for the first time, an emotion called "fear" surfaced in its eyes.

"What kind of monsters are these who call themselves Wizards?!!"

From afar, Jeming stood beside Clark, watching this scene, unable to speak for a long time.

"Mentor." Jeming couldn’t help but speak.

"Hmm."

"That Ninth Level... how much longer can it hold?"

Clark glanced at the violently oscillating outline in the center of the battlefield, calmly uttered two words, "Not long."