Free Web NovelChapter 568: Chapter 486: More Enemies
The two wizards from the Nolun Workshop were momentarily stunned, until Jeming’s words, "We can retreat now," echoed in the air, snapping them back to their senses.
"Th-thank you, sir, for saving our lives!"
The female wizard was the first to react, respectfully bowing to Jeming, only then feeling the sharp pain in her head.
Just now, in order to maintain the barrier against the fierce attacks of the Tower of Annihilation wizard, her Sea of Spirit had already developed minute cracks.
The male wizard, who had completely transformed into a tentacled monster, also struggled to make a bowing gesture, speaking with difficulty:
"Thank... you... for helping us..."
His voice was extremely weak, clearly on the verge of death.
Jeming just nodded calmly, without speaking.
The two wizards exchanged a glance, a hint of understanding flashing in their eyes.
In the Wizard World, there are no unprovoked acts of kindness.
Equivalent exchange is a principle engraved in the depths of every wizard’s soul.
The female wizard unhesitatingly raised her right hand, pressing her index finger to her temple, closing her eyes to concentrate.
A faint blue stream of data composed of countless runes flowed from her fingertip, condensing into a fist-sized crystal in the air.
"This is my primary study, the ’Multi-layer Barrier Nesting Optimization Algorithm’, which can, with limited Spiritual Power, construct and synchronously adjust up to seven layers of barriers with different attributes."
She pushed the crystal towards Jeming, her tone respectful:
"Although it’s just Fifth Level technology, its practicality in positional defense and small-scale skirmishes is quite high."
The male wizard also pushed himself to raise a tentacle, similarly condensing a dark red Spiritual Power crystal.
"Mine is... the ’Water Element Shaping and Energy Compression Technique’..." he took a breath with each word, "It allows Water Element magic to maintain fluidity while... gaining almost solid impact force... and... high-density corrosive properties..."
The two crystals floated before Jeming.
Jeming glanced at them, raising his hand to accept them.
He did not say "you’re welcome," nor did he say "this is not enough."
Because in the wizard’s world, such transactions are an unspoken rule.
You saved their lives, and they hand over their best techniques as compensation.
Very fair.
Seeing Jeming accept the crystals, the two wizards breathed a sigh of relief.
The male wizard lowered his head, his rapidly deteriorating body tissue, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.
"My physical body... can’t hold on any longer."
He looked at the female wizard:
"Take a piece back for me..."
The female wizard nodded.
The male wizard closed his eyes, his body’s surface beginning to deform again.
The tentacle on the right side swelled and deformed at a speed visible to the naked eye, eventually transforming into a fleshy tentacle about half a meter long, dark red all over, with spiral patterns on the surface.
The end of the tentacle still bore a Soul imprint belonging to the male wizard.
Meanwhile, his true form had lost all signs of life, becoming a quickly decaying corpse, collapsed on the ground.
The female wizard cautiously stepped forward to pick up the tentacle, placing it into a metal tube engraved with runes of preservation and soul stabilization.
Having done all this, she looked at Jeming and bowed again:
"Sir, we will retreat now. Please... be careful."
Jeming nodded.
The female wizard hesitated no longer, forming seals with her hands, as a silver-white Space Gate unfolded before her.
She stepped in, her figure disappearing, the space gate closing behind her.
In place, only Jeming remained, along with... that rapidly decomposing corpse.
Jeming did not leave immediately.
He just stood there, looking down at the Magma Basin still steaming beneath his feet, his gaze calm, as if pondering something.
The wind swept across the wasteland, lifting gray-white dust, emitting a wailing sound.
"It’s the Law of Pain... but the direction is somewhat different."
Jeming didn’t actually care about the departure of the two wizards because, in his mind, he was replaying the various curses and illusions cast by the Chaos Secret Sect Wizard just now.
"Senior Sister Viola’s Law of Pain is more about ’mental torment’—magnifying existing painful memories, implanting false painful illusions, even directly attacking the soul’s pain perception center."
"But that guy just now..."
Jeming touched his chin, closing his eyes in thought.
"His Law of Pain is more about ’physical and energy transformation.’"
"Turning painful emotions into tangible damage, using the enemy’s pain to enhance one’s own witchcraft, even using pain as an ’adhesive’ to forcefully fuse different energy systems..."
A glint of interest flashed in Jeming’s eyes:
"Interesting. Although the overall level is far behind Senior Sister’s, this approach of ’emotional energy conversion’ does have some reference value."
His gaze moved to the last spot where the Tower of Annihilation wizard disappeared.
"As for the one playing with light and dark annihilation..."
Jeming recalled the other party’s simple yet incredibly efficient attack methods.
"In the path of ’positive and negative energy annihilation,’ he indeed has traveled far. The ratio of light and dark, compression degree, release timing... all controlled quite precisely. Each attack’s energy efficiency was at least 35%."
This figure is quite good, given that the mutually annihilating energies are too turbulent and hard to control; a 100% energy efficiency rate requires at least a Sixth Level Wizard.
"What a pity..."
Jeming shook his head:
"That final move, ’Energy Overload,’ is clearly unfinished technology. Forcibly infusing two conflicting energies into the body, seemingly with great power, is actually full of flaws. The energy flow path is chaotic, the resonance frequency of laws is unstable, and even the basic ’Energy Cycle coherence’ isn’t achieved."
"If he were given another fifty years, perhaps he could perfect this technique and turn it into a stable means of eruption. But now..."
"His level is still a bit lacking."
While contemplating, Jeming absentmindedly raised his left hand, spread his five fingers, and gently clenched the surrounding void.
Buzz...
An invisible ripple spread out with him at the center.
Space began to "solidify."
It wasn’t a solidification in the physical sense, but rather a "anchoring" at the level of law.
Within a radius of over a hundred kilometers, all spatial folds, interlayers, fissures, and jump nodes were forcibly smoothed and fixed by a domineering force.
It was as if a crumpled piece of paper had been ironed ruthlessly, becoming flat as a mirror.
And as the space solidified...
"Ugh!"
A muffled groan came from about three hundred meters to Jeming’s left, from the void.
There, space suddenly "pushed" out a figure.
It was a wizard wearing a dark green robe and a wooden mask over his face.
At this moment, he was awkwardly maintaining a half-formed space jump posture, but his body was "locked" in place by the solidified space, unable to move, like an insect trapped in amber.
His eyes were filled with astonishment.
Seeing that Jeming made no follow-up moves, he then suddenly burst forth with power, freeing himself from the solidified space.
Jeming seemed to come back to reality from his thoughts.
He slowly lifted his head and glanced at the wizard who was forced out.
Then, his gaze shifted to the distant surroundings, casually scanning the seemingly empty gray-white barren land, the jagged rocks, the low mounds.
The corner of his mouth curved into a cold smile.
"Come out, all of you."
The voice was not loud, yet it clearly spread to every corner within ten kilometers.
"Isn’t hiding in the shadows tiring?"
The moment the words were spoken—
The wizard in the dark green robe, who had been forced out by the solidified space, couldn’t help but take a step back.
When he realized it, he found he had done so instinctively.
Because the "presence" emitted from this gray-robed wizard in front of him was terrifying.
It wasn’t an oppression of energy intensity.
From his perception, the other party was indeed only at the peak of the Fifth Level, the same level as himself.
But it was an oppression of a...deeper kind.
Like a mouse facing a cat, a rabbit facing an eagle, an ant facing a giant.
It was an instinctive biological feeling telling him: Do not engage, do not contend.
And following Jeming’s words, the "environment" around began to change.
Three figures slowly rose from behind the rocks.
From the side of the mound, the air twisted, revealing four wizards.
Further in the sky, where it had been empty, like water rippling, five or six floating figures gradually appeared.
A total of thirteen people, all Fifth Level Wizards.
They wore wizard robes of different styles—some from the Chaos Secret Sect, some from the Tower of Annihilation.
At this moment, all of them were staring gravely at Jeming in the center, their eyes filled with vigilance, dread, and disbelief.
They had not witnessed the entire process, but at least they had observed Jeming deal with the energy giant transformation of the Tower of Annihilation wizard.
From that dark golden light that instantly killed a fellow wizard of the same level, to his casual forcing out of a companion from a spatial interlayer, to his calm demeanor in facing a siege of thirteen same-level wizards, it all indicated one thing.
This guy...is very strong!
Jeming glanced briefly at the thirteen wizards.
Their spiritual power intensity ranged from mid to peak Fifth Level.
The elemental fluctuations were complex, indicating different specialties.
But none caught his interest.
Jeming was very clear about his own positioning.
In terms of "accumulation of wizard knowledge," he indeed belonged to the bottom tier among Fifth Level Wizards.
After all, the time he truly devoted to the wizard system was, at most, around a thousand years.
And most Fifth Level Wizards—haven’t they lived for three to four thousand years or even longer?
But in terms of "combat prowess"...
A trace of indifference flashed in Jeming’s eyes.
With the otherworldly knowledge provided by the Great Dao Book Pavilion, and his self-developed Talisman Witchcraft and modified magic...
Ordinary Fifth Level Wizards no longer commanded his attention.
Just like now.
These thirteen wizards, although well-hidden and diversified in tactics,
were like bonfires in the night in the face of Jeming’s "Cause and Effect Tracing Technique."
The fate line of the entire plane was indeed polluted, making large-scale causal prophecy difficult.
But just using the Cause and Effect Tracing Technique to detect "information residue" in a small area, to track the positions of a dozen or so wizards of the same level...
Too simple.
