Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 3096: 635: A New Supreme!

Four Emperors’ Ultimate MoveLand of Fools!

"Six God Sky Palm!"

Boom boom boom... Six thunderous pathways, piercing heaven and earth, descended from the heart of the sky, shattering the Land of Fools. A colossal palm spanning a million miles pressed down amidst lightning!

The Heavenly Will bathed in rays of thunder, as if returning to the glorious days of old.

The Ignorant Monarch’s figure flashed wildly, dodging this strike.

It gazed at the steeple, expressionless, and said:

"Worthy of being the Ancestor of the barbarian tribes, you have some tricks."

Seems this one has returned to his peak. Not much weaker than a Four Emperor, stopping me poses no problem... So be it.

The slate had previously given it a plan for staying alive as follows:

First, Nightmare is rapidly defeated, crushed by Nora, their troops scattered like a landslide. In that case, do not hesitate—surrender early. Nora faces even greater foes in the Abyss and the astral world. They need manpower, and will not reject your allegiance.

Second, Nightmare loses, but still retains enough living strength to retreat. Then pretend to surrender to Nora, endure patiently, and wait for the Nightmare rulers to return. Join forces with Nightmare from within and without, seize Nora, and restore Nightmare’s glory!

In short, if you wish to survive, surrender.

Otherwise, with the means of the Supreme Will, if you betray it, you will be found anywhere in the universe, even to the ends of earth. In the end, death awaits!

The slate’s plan was realistic, and very fair!

The Ignorant Monarch secretly thought:

"I’ll first battle the Heavenly Will, whose strength matches mine for now. This way, the Supremes won’t see that I’m holding back, waiting for opportunity."

Ignorant Monarch soared skyward, engaged the Heavenly Will in combat, fighting to the edge of the battlefield, still saying: "Even if it takes a thousand years, I’ll bring you down!"

The Heavenly Will sneered:

"You’d better have the skill for it."

It believed that Levi and Emmon would soon act, and the new Supreme wouldn’t live long. When the balance of power broke, two aces would enter the level-10 battlefield and Nightmare would collapse.

In truth.

Now it seemed that Nightmare had more level-10s, but real level-10 combat power belonged to the Underworld and Nora, for the Underworld had far more level-10 Middle Stage Nether Emperors.

Thus, even if Levi’s side couldn’t decide victory quickly, as time passed, the final winner of the level-10 battlefield would still be theirs.

Nightmare simply couldn’t hold out for long.

...

On the other side.

The Archdevil of Hell unleashed [Group of Burying Corpses], an overwhelming horde of Servants of Death surged forth, their numbers rivaling all of Hell.

It had chosen the Hand of Netherworld Prison, this newly risen top-level strongman.

"If I slay him, my Group of Burying Corpses may advance even further."

The Hand of Netherworld Prison walked a road much like its own, and the Archdevil had coveted it for ages.

The Hand of Netherworld Prison stood unafraid, just about to test the might of the Four Emperors, when suddenly boundless black and white flames erupted across a million miles.

A young man descended, sprouting black and white wings, holding two swords in hand. His left side was smooth as jade, brimming with life; his right side, emaciated and decayed, deathly silent. In his left hand, a black chain, in his right, a white streamer.

Seeing this person, the Archdevil of Hell’s expression changed.

"Black and White Netherworld Emperor? Aren’t you in seclusion, comprehending the Supreme?"

The Black and White Netherworld Emperor, also called the Life and Death Nether Emperor.

He was unfathomably mysterious, the Second Nether Emperor.

Ever since the First Nether Emperor reincarnated and left the Underworld, he’d been deemed the Netherworld Ancestor’s successor, his strength and prestige outclassing even the Four Emperors.

As his name implied, Life and Death Nether Emperor controlled life and death. He owned two top-level Netherworld Artifacts: [Death’s Lock] and [Life Dance].

This was the enemy Archdevil of Hell least wished to face.

In death, it was no less powerful than him.

But the emperor cultivated both life and death—life and death complement, life and death overcome—absolute victory.

Black and White Netherworld Emperor smiled:

"The Supreme’s not important. Killing you matters more."

Archdevil of Hell sneered:

"Don’t dream. No one can kill me."

The black chain and white streamer morphed, growing tens of thousands of miles, encircling the whole battlefield, forming a Yin Yang Fish-like domain of life and death.

Black and White Netherworld Emperor declared confidently:

"Today, let us settle life and death."

The Archdevil commanded countless minions to attack, but all were ground down inside the domain.

"Damn!"

Two of the Four Emperors were completely suppressed.

Yet Nightmare, despite its sheer size, was teeming with top-tier powerhouses. Many Level 10 Peak figures, like the [Lord of Calamity] and the [Forgotten Monarch], were present—super first-rate combatants just a step below the Four Emperors.

However, when it came to Level 10 quality, the Underworld never showed any fear. Figures like the Reincarnation Emperor, the Ten Death Emperor, and two legendary Dragons, the Void Nether Emperor and the Spirit Nether Emperor, soared across the battlefield, their immense wings blotting out the sky.

The former commanded the Void; every sliver of Void Cutting caught Monarchs completely off guard. The latter's golden dragon eyes would sweep across the battlefield, unleashing invisible Mind Shockwaves that engulfed millions of miles. Anyone struck, even those at Level 10 Early Stage, would instantly succumb. These two legendary dragons, when united, created a domain that no Monarch dared to approach, forcing all to retreat.

Other elite Nether Emperors and Legendary Wizards found themselves facing two formidable opponents each. Consequently, even with Nightmare's initial numerical advantage, they couldn't gain any upper hand. Furthermore, with the ninth-circle-led Eight Formation Map battle group skillfully weaving through the conflict and providing crucial support to their allies, Nightmare's situation only deteriorated.

The moment the battle began, Monarchs were plunged into grave danger.

A hulking warrior, clad in a bearskin cloak, summoned winds with his left hand and snow with his right. The frigid aura of the Northern Territory swept across ninety thousand miles, directly striking [Envious Monarch]. This particular Monarch had narrowly escaped death in the previous great war, but his cultivation had already regressed to Level 10 Early Stage.

This time, his luck had run out.

Witnessing a comrade engaging a powerful foe, a flaming fist the size of a sun streaked across the night sky like a meteor, crashing directly towards Envious Monarch.

A bald figure then charged onto the battlefield—the Burning Silence God Witch.

The resulting explosion of Ice and Fire Double Heaven illuminated the surrounding darkness.

Immediately after, a streak of golden light, sword in hand, plunged into the chaos of ice and fire.

Before long.

Leon's longsword pierced through a true soul, shattering space itself—thus did a giant among warriors, once known as the "Envious Demon Lord," meet his end, heralding the fall of yet another Level 10 powerhouse.

This initial victory greatly bolstered Nora's confidence.

"Kill them all!"

The Barbarian Lord, Giant King, Mythical Beast Master, Ancient Mage... these constellation-like figures resided in Nora's sky, standing firm behind the Sword Qi Great Wall with invincible might against their adversaries.

From a God's Eye View, they were all concentrated on defending the Great Wall. Using it as their shield, they could engage their enemies without reservation.

As time progressed.

The Sword Qi Great Wall, like a mobile fortress, advanced deep into the Nightmare Camp. Nightmare Creatures launched assaults from all directions, surging forward like relentless tides.

Upon the Wall's ramparts, Legendary spells and ninth-circle incantations rained down from the heavens. Behind them, Star Castles materialized in mid-air, unleashing azure beams that sliced through the battlefield, reaping vast swathes of enemies.

Wizards, knights, the Energy Sect, all the various clans—every single able-bodied combatant joined the fray.

This was the End War of civilization; no one could afford to stand idly by.

Elena, surrounded by shimmering Spirits Qi, stood atop a wizard tower, her grip firm on a Divine Weapon Longsword. Behind her, the invincible battle formation, honed over millennia on the Ancient Dragon Continent, followed in her wake.

Levi divided the Ancient Dragon Continent's forces into two distinct streams—one contingent plunged deep into Nightmare territory, striking at the yellow dragon and capturing strongholds; the other advanced with the main army, engaging Nightmare's primary forces beyond the known realms.

In this critical moment.

The long-dormant Nightmare Monarchs finally perceived the true extent of Nora's power. Without the Underworld's support, Nightmare would never have found it easy to conquer Nora.

Simultaneously.

Figures adorned in robes of pure white and crimson arrived at the deepest reaches of this desolate place. Here, mountains of corpses and rivers of blood stretched boundlessly, billions of vengeful souls enshrouded the area, coalescing into a realm of its own, from which immense horror was brewing.

Boom!

Waves of scarlet Great Suns crashed against the Vengeful Soul Barrier, finally blasting a gaping breach. Through the opening, a supremely detached figure opened his eyes.