Free Web NovelChapter 549: Chapter 470: The Reaction on the Other Side
Time rewinds to moments ago.
The other end of the abandoned plane, the joint landing zone of the Chaos Secret Sect and the Tower of Annihilation.
The terrain here is no different from the Nolun Workshop side, the same gray, lifelessness, the same flat barrenness.
But the difference is, the number of wizards who entered and landed here first is much smaller, only about a thousand.
However, the energy fluctuations emitted by these thousand wizards are even more terrifying than those of a ten-thousand-strong army.
Because all these thousand wizards are High-Level Wizards.
The one hundred and twenty-seven standing in the central area have an aura as deep as the abyssal sea; they are a group of Seventh Level Wizards.
They are the vanguard, the elite, responsible for executing the most crucial decapitation mission before the main army arrives.
As soon as they landed, these thousand people quickly divided into three groups.
About three hundred immediately scattered to the periphery, ascended, and deployed the Guardian Barrier.
They held various detection witchcraft artifacts, their gaze coldly sweeping across the distant horizon, guarding against possible ambushes.
Another three hundred, led by one hundred Seventh Level Destiny Mages, began casting Destiny Element witchcraft, attempting to occupy the high position of information.
The remaining three hundred were all wizard curse specialists.
They quickly formed three concentric circle formations, sat cross-legged, and took out various casting mediums from their storage spaces.
Three hundred curse wizards of at least the sixth level began chanting simultaneously.
The sound is not any known language but a mix of sharp friction noises, deep throat sounds, and echoes seemingly from the abyss.
The air around them twisted, light dimmed, and even the space began to seep a black, viscous "malice."
They unleashed three thousand one hundred and twenty curses at once, like three thousand seven hundred and twenty invisible poison arrows, tearing through space and aiming at the most dazzling talents in the Nolun Workshop camp.
At first, everything went smoothly.
Constantly, "hit feedback" was transmitted back through the curse link, indicating the "death echo" occurring from the target’s soul breakage, body collapse, and life extinguishment.
A Seventh Level Wizard responsible for monitoring the curse effects even showed a satisfied smile.
But then, suddenly...
"Aaaaah!!!"
A short and shrill scream erupted suddenly from the core of the circle formation.
It was the Seventh Level Wizard responsible for cursing Jeming.
His body, initially sitting cross-legged, abruptly bent forward as if struck by an invisible giant hammer, then he fell backward, his head hitting the ground heavily.
But that wasn’t the most horrifying part.
Two "foreign entities" exploded deep within his soul.
One was viscous like the condensation of negative wills of billions, frantically polluting his spiritual origin; the other sharp like thousands of blades, wildly cutting through his soul structure.
Simultaneously, the backlash from the failed curse came down, with all three combined, this Seventh Level Wizard’s consciousness was almost instantly shredded.
"Spiritual Link! Quickly!"
The nearby Seventh Level Curse Wizard reacted swiftly, shouting angrily.
All wizards involved in the curse had already temporarily linked their spirits and souls with a special ritual before casting, intended to share target information and enhance curse accuracy.
At this moment, this link became a lifeline.
The two filthy and violent forces were distributed through the spiritual link to hundreds of surrounding curse wizards!
"Ugh!!"
"Cough!"
"What the hell is this?!"
Muffled grunts, the sound of blood spattering, and curses mixed with shock and anger rang out continuously.
Each linked wizard felt as if their soul had been splashed with scalding sewage and pierced by countless fine needles.
Although after sharing, the damage each person endured drastically decreased, the "pollution" stemming from all beings’ grievances and evil qi was akin to a bone-invading disease, extremely hard to cleanse.
The entire curse circle was thrown into chaos.
Some hurriedly cut off the spiritual link, some attempted to use purification witchcraft to dispel the pollution, and some convulsed on the ground due to backlash.
By the time they clumsily handled this sudden counterattack, the first round of curse confrontation between both sides was nearing its end.
Overseeing this battle was a Seventh Level Peak Wizard of the Chaos Secret Sect named "The Throat of Corruption" Modikeyan.
After reviewing the final hit statistics, his face, covered with pustules and cracks, bore an exceptionally unpleasant expression.
"Only completed... fifty percent?"
This number fell far below the pre-war estimate of "seventy percent."
Moreover, due to that bizarre counterattack, more than forty curse wizards had souls damaged and would take at least several hours to recover some of their battle strength.
As for that first Seventh Level Wizard attacked, his soul was damaged severely, with a large amount of residual pollution remaining within; he likely wouldn’t provide any combat power on the battlefield subsequently.
"When did the Nolun Workshop develop this kind of defense technology capable of backfiring a Seventh Level Curse?" asked the person in charge of the Tower of Annihilation, a tall and thin figure wrapped entirely in gray shrouds, in a dry voice.
"Don’t know," Modikeyan’s voice was like sandpaper scratching, "but now we’ll have to rely on the fate interference group for results."
"It’s not that easy, the number and strength of Destiny Element Wizards at the Nolun Workshop’s side surpass ours," said the gray-robed man solemnly.
Just as his words fell, disturbance arose where the Destiny Element Wizards were.
Three Seventh Level Wizards simultaneously erupted with formidable energy fluctuations, their soul fires burning intensely like solid flames.
"Assist them!"
Upon Modikeyan’s command, other relatively okay curse wizards immediately extended their spiritual links over.
Moments later, as those three Seventh Level Destiny Mages weakly opened their eyes.
Seeing their frail state, Modikeyan knew there were now three fewer Seventh Level combat powers on the battlefield ahead.
However, this sacrifice was worth it.
Although no advantage was gained, it at least deprived the Nolun Workshop of their greatest reliance.
He raised his head, looking toward the distant sky.
There, the battle waves of four Eighth Level Wizards swept over like a tsunami.
At the moment of pressure descent, Modikeyan and the gray-robed figure beside him merely swayed slightly before stabilizing.
Seventh Level already deepened and extended their own law, possessing considerable resistance against high-level pressure.
"The curse battle is a draw, and the fate line has also been contaminated by us," Modikeyan coldly stated, "Then we’ll use the most direct way."
He raised his decayed right hand and made a gesture.
Behind him, the joint army of the Chaos Secret Sect and the Tower of Annihilation, fully prepared during the first wave of attacks, began to stir.
A force of over one million seven hundred thousand wizards formed a red-black tide that stretched endlessly.
Those clad in deep crimson robes with varying degrees of mutations on their bodies were the Chaos Secret Sect Wizards; the primary color being black were the Tower of Annihilation Wizards exuding destruction vibes.
"Other than the three brigades reserved for ’special tasks,’ all other units..."
Modikeyan’s voice spread throughout the army via amplifying witchcraft.
"All forces advance."
"Target, Nolun Workshop Landing Zone."
"Before they construct a complete defense system, strike them in a single, powerful blow."
The order was given.
The red-black tide moved.
A million seven hundred thousand wizards ascended like a plague sweeping the land, transforming into clouds obscuring the sky, rushing menacingly towards a certain direction.
