Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 2971: 604: Mythical Return, Star Knight!

"There should be no problem."

He now commands the dual dimensions of the Crimson Emperor and Golden Emperor, both at Level 10, featuring 10 layers of the Invisible Sanctuary, 9 layers of the Indomitable Sacred Domain, and 8 layers each for the Undying Holy Domain and Unhidden Sacred Realm.

This adds up to 55 layers of Holy Realm Power.

Furthermore, his rise to Level 10 has elevated the Blood Battle Spirit to Level 10 too, alongside the Crystal Palace, Blood Battle Armor, Eight Formation Map, Seven Treasures, and many other techniques.

With the [Bath Blood] Special Effect triggered, his spiritual power nears 140,000.

Dealing with a Level 10 Late Stage foe presents absolutely no challenge.

Edmund declared:

"At present, the Lady of Thunder and 23 Level 10 powerhouses remain trapped within the Shadow Will Land, while the Nightmare World keeps reinforcing its troops, now totaling 33 Monarch-level powerhouses."

"I, together with Heavenly Will, must defend against the Ignorant Monarch on the Nora Battlefield, along with more than fifty other Level 10 experts, leaving us unable to break away.

You must head to the Shadow World to rescue them. Bring along four kings from the Giants and attempt to eliminate a few Nightmare Monarchs."

"No issue, but if I depart, what happens if the Abyss launches an assault?"

"I’ve already had a covert discussion with the succubus queen, ensuring no attack for the moment."

"Fine then."

"Time presses urgently; you can swiftly travel to the Shadow World via the Shadow Network... Besides you and me, is anyone aware of your breakthrough?"

"None."

"Excellent. Once you reach the Shadow Battlefield, I’ll direct Charactus and the rest to launch a counterstrike. You’ll slip through their blockade and strike them unexpectedly!"

...

Shadow World.

The Lost Monarch occupies the Sky Dome Throne, with ink-black lines forming a maze pattern behind it, extending millions of miles to encircle the heart of the Shadow World—this serves as the Lost Monarch’s absolute perception territory.

Trapped within the siege are the stubborn warriors of the Three-party Alliance.

All at once, the projection of the Ghost Alley Monarch materialized.

"Lord Lost, when do you intend to unleash the full offensive on your front?

I urge you to wipe out those foes swiftly and rush to Nora, crushing them there—make sure the Dusk Palace Master doesn’t survive!"

It concerns itself with nothing more.

It trusts the Nightmare World won’t suffer defeat.

It fixates solely on the moment the Dusk Palace Master meets his end!

Without that demise, it can find no rest or comfort.

The Lost Monarch replied:

"Patience is key; on this side, we face Charactus and the Star Sky Sword Saint, plus presences like Shadow Will—not to mention just me and the two Demon Lords; we lack total dominance... The moment the Four Calamity Lords of Disaster join, I’ll dismantle the Shadow World in a flash."

Beneath the Disaster Monarch, there once existed incarnations of five Calamity Lords: the Cold Disaster King, Red Land Calamity Monarch, Flood Disaster Monarch, Plague Lord, and Wind Disaster Lord, each wielding Level 10 Middle Stage might.

During the ancient clash with the astral world, the Plague Lord fell to the Lord of Chaos, its true soul erased, form utterly destroyed, and corpse consumed.

Later, the Lord of Chaos harnessed the Plague Lord’s essence to unleash a plague sacrificing billions across the multidimensional plane, spawning a horrifying entity.

That being is the [Father of Plagues], the [God of Ghouls]!

From then on, only four Calamity Lords endured.

In their prime, the five Calamity Lords united could rival Level 10 Peak; even ordinary Level 10 Late Stage couldn’t compete. Though diminished slightly today, they still command Late Stage power.

In truth, the Lost Monarch hoped the Disaster Monarch would enter the fray itself.

Yet the ancient rival sought to exploit the Lord of Chaos’s distraction by the insect horde, launching a raid on the Chaos Wasteland to settle an old score.

Now, the Disaster Monarch gathers its forces, reluctant to commit, and without the Master of Horror’s plea, it wouldn’t have bothered dispatching even the Four Calamity Lords.

"Got it, awaiting the triumphant report from Lord Lost."

Hearing of the Four Calamity Lords’ impending arrival, the Ghost Alley Monarch exhaled in relief.

It stared toward the far-off Nora, whispering to itself.

"For some reason, this nagging anxiety lingers—could that fellow have already ascended to Level 10? It’s scarcely been a millennium since his rise to Level 9."

...

Nora Calendar Year 2165.

Shadow World, Core Will Land.

Level 10 powerhouses assemble here, their faces etched with fatigue.

Outmatched by superior enemies, they’ve leaned on the world’s advantages to stall the mighty Nightmare forces for centuries; exhaustion now grips them tightly.

Charactus rests solitary beneath the massive shadowy orb, his body marred by injuries, not a single area unscathed, while the Star Sky Sword Saint’s form also misses several complete limbs, plagued by nightmare corrosion that hinders swift recovery.

Charactus lifted his gaze and peered into the distance.

"It’s time to launch our counterattack."

"Counterattack? How? Without Shadow Will’s support, charging out means certain doom like moths to a flame. When will Edmund get here?"

"Edmund won’t make it, but another has arrived."

"Is it him?"

A spark of surprise lit the faces of the assembled strong ones.

Dusk Palace Master at Level 10?

So soon? It felt like mere days ago he lingered at Level 9.

His progression speed rivals those grinding in epic legends, toiling a month for one level, whereas the Dusk Palace Master advances daily... nothing short of foul play explains it.

"Can he truly break our dire situation?"

"Sigh... Lord Lost overwhelms us, let alone the two Level 10 Late Stage [Angry Demon Lord] and [Devouring Sky Demon Lord]."

Charactus responded:

"For now, our only choice is to place faith in him. I’ll confront Lord Lost, the Star Sky Sword Saint takes on Devouring Sky Demon Lord, and Spiritual Venerable handles Angry Demon Lord.

All others, unleash everything—pour out your full might. Should we fall short, we’ll forsake the Shadow World; I’ll guide your escape."

Reluctance gleamed in his eyes.

From the start, trusting Nora demanded facing the fallout.

Besides, amid this haze of doubt, if the Dusk Palace Master somehow reverses the flow, the Shadow World could yet be saved; a flicker of hope persisted in him.

Soon after, the 23 Level 10 figures surged into a fierce offensive, radiating immense auras as they advanced beyond Lord Lost’s absolute perception zone to strike.

High in the skies.

A chilling grin crossed Lord Lost’s features.

"Planning a do-or-die resistance?"

The Devouring Sky Demon Lord drew its curved blade, manifesting the Nightmare True Body’s incarnation.

"Regrettably, you’ll break before the net does!"

Angry Demon Lord ignited with unseen rage, brandishing the Illusion Artifact [Red Warm Battle Axe], cleaving downward with demonic god fury poised to forge the cosmos, bellowing:

"From time immemorial, we reigned supreme over the heavens and earth! You Nightmare rebels will be annihilated!"

"Rubbish! Let’s see if my sword permits it first!"

The Star Sky Sword Saint and Spiritual Venerable charged ahead, each clashing against their mighty adversaries.

"Shadow Country of Charactus!"

A cloaked figure in the Shadow Emperor Robe lunged at Lord Lost, unleashing a shadow domain spanning hundreds of thousands of miles that plummeted!

Lord Lost extended a finger, tapping lightly. Twisting dark threads wove into maze barriers, unraveling the shadow domain like knotted cords.

"Charactus, you evidently still fail to grasp the immense divide separating us." Lord Lost sketched myriad lines across the emptiness, assailing like a barrage of ten thousand blades.

Beneath the onslaught of Four Emperor Level forces, Charactus struggled to endure.

Across the battlefield, numerous Level 10s clashed in turmoil, yet many elite Three-party Alliance members found themselves hemmed in, swiftly losing ground.

"Thunder God!"

The Lady of Thunder lifted her arm, hurling bolts of lightning weighing ten thousand pounds at the [Sky Pool Monarch] ahead—a Level 10 Middle Stage veteran powerhouse.

Mid-battle, a colossal white bone claw burst from the earth, seizing her defensive barrier, squeezing with crushing force amid a thunderous crack.

One exotic spiritual beast after another emerged, only to be pulverized by the claw.

On the opposite flank, the Wind Empress’s face twisted in alarm.

"Pale Monarch!"

She yearned to aid her, but two Level 10 Early Stage monarchs boxed her in, rendering help impossible.

Exploiting the opening, the Sky Pool Monarch morphed into a colossal, unyielding peak towering ten thousand miles, stabbing downward like a lance to slay the Lady of Thunder.

Right then.

A blow faster than light, faster than vision, faster than any sense streaked from millions of miles distant... a halberd!

The spear’s gleam demolished the towering peak and fragmented the bone claw into shards.

The Lady of Thunder broke free.

"Where sight falls, where intent guides, lies the Sword Domain! Such is the pinnacle of the Thousand-Eyed Sword Scripture... that individual has arrived at last."

Long ago, the Thousand-Eyed Swordsman who bolstered the Shadow Battlefield whispered. In this realm, beyond himself, just one soul might fully comprehend the Thousand-Eyed Sword Scripture.

Levi, the one who traded battle arts with him.

Through the din, a Black Armored figure radiating Level 10 splendor descended, crimson and golden radiance piercing the drab Shadow World.

Dusk Palace Master, Ancestor of Warlocks, Extreme Knight, Levi!

Trailing him, four Level 10 giants clutching supreme treasures and channeling Earth, Fire, Wind, and Water powers arrived akin to the "Four Heavenly Kings" sentinel at the South Heavenly Gate.

The Worm Lord trailed discreetly behind, scanning the monarchs and inwardly lamenting: "I never dreamed I’d live to confront these ancient titans."

Post-rescue with the halberd for the Lady of Thunder, it flew back to Levi’s hold. Wherever his halberd aimed, it raked across countless Nightmare Monarchs, a mute battle fervor rising.

In this instant, myriad sentiments distilled into a single cry!

Kill!