Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 2845: 580: Unstoppable Momentum, Slaying the Military Lord’s Incarnation!

The eyes of the wolf darted around in every direction.

Seven at level 9, eighty-eight at level 8, and thousands of shadows had them fully encircled. The void was sealed tight, elements blocked off, leaving no escape to the skies above or the ground below!

Rumble! A realm of gold gradually unfolded, with endless shadow legions kneeling and paying respects, greeting the stoic form of the swordsman in black armor seated upon his throne of gold.

A pleased look crossed Levi's face as he smiled and inquired:

"General Sha Lang, where do you intend to flee?"

Aware that his end was imminent, General Sha Lang refused to plead for his life. He whipped his wrist, and a dark chain expanded amid the gusts, morphing into a snarling black dragon that lunged toward Levi with claws and fangs bared.

Bam!

The figure casually lifted his hand, unleashing the might of the [Vajra Sacred Realm] to create a vast golden barrier stretching across thousands of miles. Inside this space, the forces of elemental magnetism flipped, and an intense repulsive energy locked down the chain completely, rendering it unable to budge.

With a furious bellow, a massive Primordial Magnetic Giant materialized, seizing the chain in reverse and yanking General Sha Lang closer.

"Damn it!"

General Sha Lang hurriedly let go, sacrificing the precious artifact in the process.

"I'll battle you until the last!"

He howled, igniting his bloodline's strength, his body shifting fully into a gigantic black demon wolf boasting seven heads and fourteen pairs of glowing green eyes fixed on Levi.

Faintly, a sinister silhouette of a demonic wolf loomed behind him, elevating his presence to almost the late stage of level 9.

Transforming into a streak of black radiance, he shattered the Black Shadow Army's containment, pierced through Levi's magnetic barrier, his wolf claws ripping apart all in their path, closing in to within a meter of the throne... yet he found himself halted there.

The elemental magnetism in this spot was potent enough to warp space and meddle with time; regardless of the wolf heads' and claws' assaults, they failed to graze even a single strand of Levi's hair.

Black demonic flames erupted from the wolf's maw, and as the inferno surged ahead, it vanished entirely just a meter from Levi... It was utter hopelessness— so near, yet utterly unable to strike his enemy!

Without that eerie wolf phantom at his back, even getting this close would have been out of reach.

Levi turned his right hand with ease, and the giant wolf's midsection and frame contorted like twisted dough, its bones cracking apart, innards displaced, and veins bursting...

"Bearing the lineage of the Calamity Demon Wolf, yet bowing to the Blood Fire Dominator— do legendary beings lack any pride? What a shame, or I might have let you live. You'd make a fine steed for my knights."

Levi balled his right hand into a fist, smashing the enormous wolf into a bloody lump.

A warped soul emerged, shooting Levi a look of pure malice. A small golden hand extended, snatching it and crumpling it like a container.

"What are you staring at? Does a slave like you get to eye the lord so casually?"

Leon gathered it up and moved to the side.

Levi tucked the corpse away, intending to harvest the [Calamity Demon Wolf]'s bloodline essence soon, as it could prove useful down the line.

The Dark Moon Knights, who had forged the [Void Demon Dog] from a fabled beast, might carry echoes of the Calamity Demon Wolf. That level 9 relic, the [Black Prison Chain], wasn't half bad either, and it could go into the group's vault for the rising stars to claim.

The Black Shadow Army rampaged without restraint!

Rumble!

As dark tribulation clouds gathered, the shadow of a peak level 8 Stone Statue Demon started its trial, ultimately succeeding in breaking through to level 9.

For these shadows that had already hit level 9, the odds of surviving the tribulation were quite favorable, with just a single setback recorded so far.

At the same time, across the Black Shadow Army, bursts of formidable presences ignited one by one. From rank 5 climbing to level 6, from level 6 surging to level 7... the count of level 8 Demon Generals climbed to 92!

In the distance, a flicker of astonishment showed on Lady Rowling's features, as she whispered to herself:

"What sort of innate spell has Levi mastered? It's powerful enough to uphold a whole legendary class by itself... its potential exceeds what I thought. Typically, the mental power of a Ninth-Circle Wizard falls short for maintaining so many summoned beings. Even those eight level 9s alone would drain them dry, let alone tens of thousands at level 6. If it were me at ninth-circle, I'd have lost my mind and suffered backlash from the demonic horde long ago."

But Levi appeared totally unscathed.

In reality, this stemmed from the synergy of his innate vast spiritual capacity, the Infinite Primordial Soul, and the Chaotic Power, resulting in Levi's present prowess.

Soon enough, this army of the divine race was wiped out completely, leaving not a soul alive. Levi dissolved into a beam of light, drawing near to Rowling, and grinned as he spoke:

"We've taken down six of the Blood Fire Eighteen Drops... Onward we go, my lady, pushing as far as possible before the level-10 barriers halt us."

...

Within the Holy War World.

"The Dusk Palace Master has shown up in the Aiken Territory; all generals heading back must veer away from this zone and hurry to link up with my divine general's avatar— only through my avatar can we stand against him."

"Wild Dog God, the Dusk Palace Master is here; rush to the spots I've indicated for an ambush, and try to pin him down for three days until my avatar gets there to encircle and crush him!"

Commands flew out in rapid succession, and sensing General Sha Lang's demise, the Holy War Army Master's expression turned darkly severe, filled with frustration.

...

Two years afterward.

In Nora Calendar 1642, Blood Battle 1530 year.

The silver vessel cut through the Sea of Ruins, and Levi clutched a slate that displayed this scene:

A swordsman in black armor, veiled in shadowy haze with his outline indistinct, wreathed in black fire, brandishing a Black Devil Blade, as he carved through a bastion of the Council of Ten Thousand Clans in a frenzy, painting the ground red with blood in his wake, no foe able to endure even one blow, his power now matching level 8.

All at once, a Hidden One radiating level 9 energy appeared, extending a cosmic talon toward the black-armored swordsman. At the swordsman's rear, visions of a Nine-headed Giant Dragon and the Thunder Demon Emperor materialized, flashing a sly grin, meeting the strike directly but ultimately falling, vanishing into the rift of crimson and ebony.