I Arrived At Wizard World While Cultivating Immortality Chapter 608: Battle

Chapter 608: Battle

After breaking through layers of obstruction, the four eighth-rank wizards from the Crimson Court finally clashed head-on with the Leader of the Myriad Realms Alliance.

The moment the two sides engaged, the entire void erupted like a pond thrown with high explosives. The energy shockwaves surged outward in all directions like a tsunami. The Leader raised its hand, and endless energy from the void converged toward it.

As a ninth-rank being, its power was theoretically without limit.

Given enough time, it could mobilize the energy of the entire endless chaotic void for its own use.

It could even directly generate matter and energy from nothing if necessary.

Therefore, when attacking, it did not need complex techniques or exquisite laws—only the purest form of overwhelming suppression.

At the same time, it waved its other hand lightly, and the authority of World Modification activated.

The selected patch of space began to be erased from the level of existence.

The four eighth-rank wizards from the Crimson Court floated in place, not even attempting to dodge.

The authority of World Modification landed on them like flowing water crashing against a reef.

The forces trying to erase them from existence dissipated the instant they touched their bodies, without raising even the slightest ripple. The law fixation of eighth-rank wizards made their very existence unmodifiable, granting them direct immunity to the opponent’s World Modification.

The Leader’s pupils contracted slightly.

It had still been uncertain during the earlier probing, but now it was confirmed—these opponents could indeed resist its authority.

But… how could these eighth-rank wizards possibly do so?

The four eighth-rank wizards did not give the Leader any time to think.

They attacked at the same time. Deep crimson energy surged out from their bodies, transforming into four roaring blood dragons that tore through the void and lunged straight at the Leader. The energy carried the core technology of the Flesh Mother Nest: life modification, gene plunder, and cellular phagocytosis.

Every strand of energy that came into contact with the opponent’s attacks frantically tried to erode and assimilate the enemy’s power.

The Leader frowned and raised its arm. The previously gathered energy was released, condensing into a thick energy barrier in front of it.

As a ninth-rank being, its defensive power was beyond question.

The blood dragons slammed into the barrier, producing deafening booms that made the entire void tremble.

The barrier fluctuated violently, but that was all—it showed no sign of breaking.

A cold smile curved at the corner of the Leader’s mouth.

Eighth-rank was still only eighth-rank. No matter how bizarre these creatures were, they could not break through a ninth-rank’s defense.

Then its cold smile froze.

The barrier had indeed not shattered, but the blood dragons had not dissipated either.

They clung to the surface of the barrier, wriggling and eroding like living things.

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

In almost the blink of an eye, the barrier began showing signs of collapse, while the energy intensity of the blood dragons rose at a visible speed.

The Leader let out a low roar and stopped passively defending.

It mobilized its own power and, using World Modification, instantly condensed an energy sphere in its palm powerful enough to annihilate clusters of planes, then smashed it toward one of the eighth-rank wizards.

The energy sphere moved at terrifying speed, tearing open a long rift in space wherever it passed.

The targeted eighth-rank wizard let out a mocking laugh: “What a crude way to use energy…”

He spread his arms, and deep crimson energy formed a vortex in front of him.

The energy sphere crashed into the vortex, spinning wildly and releasing terrifying destructive force.

The vortex trembled, deformed, and struggled on the verge of collapse.

Yet under the wizard’s control, it forcibly withstood the entire impact of the energy sphere.

The other three eighth-rank wizards seized the opportunity and launched attacks from the flanks at the same time.

Blood dragons, tentacles, sharp claws, spiritual assaults…

All the attacks poured down on the Leader like a violent rainstorm.

The Leader roared and tried to counterattack, but every counterattack was perfectly neutralized by the coordinated efforts of the four eighth-rank wizards.

One held the front and pinned it down, two harassed from the sides, and one looked for openings.

Their coordination was flawless, like a precision machine that had been operating for millions of years.

The Leader finally realized a fact it could not accept.

Its power was indeed infinite, but “infinite” did not mean “without limit.”

Given enough time, it could mobilize the energy of the entire world and crush any enemy.

But in this kind of instantaneous, high-intensity clash, the power it could mobilize and erupt within a unit of time had an upper limit.

And the four eighth-rank wizards were able to burst forth with power in a short time that easily surpassed its instantaneous output.

The battle continued, but the situation had already become clear.

At the edge of the battlefield, the parallel-world wizards were completely stupefied.

They stood with mouths agape and eyes wide, like statues turned to stone.

Ninth-rank… that was a level they had looked up to for countless years, feared for countless years, and dreamed of reaching yet could never touch.

In their understanding, ninth-rank was invincible, a true god, the endpoint of truth.

And now, four eighth-rank wizards were pressing that god to the ground and beating it.

A seventh-rank wizard from the parallel world muttered, “Am I dreaming…”

His counterpart patted him on the shoulder, his tone calm: “You’ll get used to it. Once you go to the frontlines, you’ll understand. We face ninth-rank creatures quite often.”

The parallel-world seventh-rank wizard’s lips moved. He couldn’t help but raise a trembling finger and point at himself with a dazed look: “Huh? Me too?”

“Yes!”

The commanders of the Myriad Realms Alliance were faring no better.

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

A starspace behemoth trembled all over, its voice shaking: “The Leader… the Leader is ninth-rank… how is this possible…”

The scale-armored beastman commander collapsed to the ground, his gaze vacant, repeatedly muttering the same words: “It’s over… everything’s over…”

But some commanders refused to give up. After seeing the state of the battle, they gritted their teeth and roared as they rose: “Charge! Go support the Leader!”

Spurred by his shout, the Alliance commanders present also reacted.

If things continued like this and their Leader actually lost, they would have no path to survival afterward.

In that case, they might as well fight with everything they had now.

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

“Everyone, follow me!”

“Stop those enemies!”

Of course, where there were those trying to fight desperately, there were also those trying to escape.

However, these individuals were intercepted by the ambushing wizards before they could flee.

Within the Myriad Realms Alliance’s army, the defected wizards were in even worse shape.

Walder hid at the very back of the crowd, his face as pale as a corpse.

His legs were shaking, his teeth chattering, and only one thought looped madly in his mind: if the Leader lost, how would they deal with the traitors?

At this moment, regret surged uncontrollably in the hearts of all the defected wizards.

Inside the camp of the four major factions, however, the situation was strangely chaotic.

The eighth-rank wizards from the Star Ring Federation flew desperately toward the battlefield while cursing the Crimson Court wizards at the top of their lungs: “Do you still have any shame! Four against one! Sharing one with us won’t kill you!”

The wizards from the Void Architecture Academy were even more direct. They had given up on rushing over and instead began casting spatial locks on the Crimson Court wizards, trying to trap them in place.

The wizards from the Anti-Entropy Alliance transformed into energy torrents of various colors, seeping in from all directions while shouting: “Make way, make way, let me in!”

The Crimson Court wizards responsible for interception grinned from ear to ear as they desperately blocked the others: “No can do, no can do! We called dibs on this one first! Next one, we’ll definitely give you the next one!”

“Bullshit! Who knows if there’ll even be a next one!”

“Then go catch one yourselves!”

“You’re blocking the way—how are we supposed to catch anything!”

They argued until their faces were red with anger, yet their hands never slowed.

Some unleashed law domains, some released energy barriers, and some simply grabbed their opponents around the waist.

A group of eighth-rank wizards brawled like street thugs, the scene so chaotic it was ridiculous.

Yet amid this chaos, their interception of the Myriad Realms Alliance’s other forces never slackened.

Any Myriad Realms Alliance creature that tried to approach the battlefield or support the Leader was casually dealt with by them.

Some were slapped flying with a single palm, some were pierced through by a beam of light, and others died without even knowing how.

These eighth-rank wizards—who stood at the absolute peak even among eighth-ranks—fully displayed the ferocity of their power. Even while fighting one another and killing enemies at the same time, they did so as easily as brushing dust off their clothes.

At the center of the battlefield, energy erupted once again.

The four eighth-rank wizards from the Crimson Court simultaneously unleashed their strongest strike.

The four blood dragons that had devoured large amounts of the enemy’s energy fused into one, swelling a hundred times in size and carrying the power to annihilate everything as it slammed straight into the Leader’s chest.

The Leader’s body fluctuated violently. Its silhouette began to blur, its figure trembling like a cloud of smoke being scattered by a gale.

It roared, trying to regather its power.

But the four eighth-rank wizards gave it no chance to catch its breath. The moment the blood dragon dispersed, more attacks followed in rapid succession.

When the shockwaves finally dissipated, the figures of the four eighth-rank wizards reappeared.

Their clothes were slightly disheveled and a few strands of hair had been blown loose by the energy aftermath, but that was all.

There wasn’t even a single scratch on their faces, and their auras remained terrifyingly stable.

Opposite them, the silhouette that had once made the entire void tremble was now fluctuating violently. Its edges constantly disintegrated and reformed, reformed and disintegrated again.

Its presence was still there, but it no longer carried the overwhelming majesty it had before.

The Leader floated in the void, looking at the four eighth-rank wizards closing in. For the first time, an emotion called “fear” surfaced in its eyes.

“What kind of monsters are these creatures who call themselves wizards?!!”

In the distance, Jie Ming stood beside Clark, watching the scene in silence for a long time.

“Mentor,” Jie Ming finally spoke.

“Hm.”

“How much longer can that ninth-rank last?”

Clark glanced at the violently fluctuating silhouette at the center of the battlefield and calmly uttered two words: “Not long.”