Chapter 478: Unrivaled and Unstoppable

To this end, they prepared twenty-seven different forbidden arts, nineteen linked curses, eleven spatial lockdown arrays, and three "Law Collapse" spells requiring three hundred sixth-rank wizards to cast in unison.

But now, all these preparations had become a joke.

Even because of the pressure Clark brought, they had to keep reinforcing their numbers, making this force so bloated.

Suddenly, Clark raised his right hand and idly pointed a finger in one direction.

The seventeen seventh-rank wizards and over two hundred sixth-rank wizards in that direction immediately turned pale.

They felt the surrounding space suddenly "solidify."

Not physical solidification, but a "lock" at the level of law.

The laws they controlled—whether "Pain," "Corrosion," "Annihilation," "Illusion"—all turned obscure and sluggish in an instant, as if forcibly suppressed.

Theoretically, such a situation only occurred when countermeasures were deployed by wizards of the same law type.

But clearly, these wizards had no connection whatsoever in their rules; it was theoretically impossible for anyone to counter them this way!

Yet this thing had undeniably happened.

Then, a speck of silver light glowed at Clark's fingertip.

The silver light detached, becoming a thin, nearly invisible thread that stretched toward that direction.

Where the thread passed, space was silently "cut" open.

Like a pair of the sharpest scissors slicing through paper, the cut was smooth and even, with no energy leakage.

The seventeen seventh-rank wizards roared orders, commanding those around them to unite and raise defenses.

Seven layers of shields of different attributes stacked atop one another, each capable of withstanding a full-power strike from a wizard of the same rank.

The instant the silver thread touched the first shield…

The shield burst like a soap bubble.

Not "broken," but "denied the validity of its existence."

Then came the second, the third… the seventh.

The silver thread encountered virtually no resistance, piercing through all defenses, then "cut" across the bodies of the seventeen seventh-rank wizards.

No sound.

No explosion.

The bodies of the seventeen seventh-rank wizards split cleanly in half.

The cut surfaces were mirror-smooth, no blood spilled, no organs spilled out, because the wounds were instantly covered by the power of "erasure of existence."

Their souls tried to flee, but the silver thread trembled slightly, splitting into seventeen finer branches that precisely pierced each soul's core.

Puff.

Like the soft pop of a bursting bubble.

The seventeen seventh-rank wizards were grievously wounded in an instant.

The residual power killed over a hundred sixth-rank wizards on the spot!

The entire process took less than an instant.

Only then did the other wizards around react.

"Attack!!!"

Roars erupted.

Over fifty seventh-rank wizards struck simultaneously.

Curses like torrents, elemental storms, conceptual corruption, spatial collapse…

Attacks capable of easily destroying an entire plane rained down on Clark from all sides.

But Clark didn't even look at them.

He merely raised his left hand, palm outward, and lightly pressed downward.

All incoming attacks froze midair three hundred meters from him.

Then, like pencil marks erased by an eraser, they vanished without a sound.

Not blocked. Not negated.

Simply erased by an unknown means.

As if those attacks had never been released at all.

Seeing this, the enemy wizards present couldn't help swallowing hard.

Because they had just… not understood!

Not understanding meant the unknown.

It meant this sixth-rank wizard possessed academic mastery far surpassing their own seventh-rank abilities.

And for wizards, academic superiority meant combat superiority!

After making this gesture, Clark's gaze turned to another direction.

There, three hundred sixth-rank wizards were jointly activating a massive array composed of countless runes.

Deep within the layered array's "muzzle," terrifying energy was gathering—the power of "Decay," theoretically capable of threatening an eighth-rank being.

Clark tilted his head.

As if thinking for an instant.

Then he extended his right hand, fingers spread, and gently clenched his fist toward the array-cannon.

Crack.

Countless fine cracks appeared across the cannon's array-formed barrel.

The wizards controlling the array wore expressions of horror, for detection showed this wasn't external damage—it was internal.

The connection nodes between every single rune in the array snapped simultaneously.

The next second, the entire array dissolved into the most basic elemental particles, scattering with the wind.

And the three hundred sixth-rank wizards all spat blood, faces as white as paper.

Their soul links to the array had been violently severed, damaging their souls.

Clark withdrew his hand and calmly scanned the terrified faces of his enemies.

"Continue."

He spoke. No medium carried his voice, yet it rang clearly in every attacker's ears.

"Aren't you trying to kill me?"

"Show me what else you've got."

Silence.

Deathly silence.

Over a hundred seventh-rank wizards, over two thousand sixth-rank wizards—all dared not advance a single step.

They stared at the figure in black robes, expression indifferent, and for the first time, fear flickered in their eyes.

In the control room of Fortress Seven.

Gao Jie Ming, through his detection array, "saw" this suffocating scene on the high-altitude battlefield.

His mouth hung open, unable to close.

Though he'd already known from Viola that Master Clark was strong, yet…

This was too absurdly strong!

One man suppressing over a hundred seventh-rank and two thousand sixth-rank?

And he still seemed relaxed, as if… he still had plenty of reserve?!

Logically, though the power growth between wizard levels was extreme, it had limits; purely in elemental output, a higher-rank wizard was roughly ten times stronger than the next lower.

Of course, this multiplier varied depending on the wizard's knowledge level.

As for spiritual strength, the multiplier was roughly the same.

Combined, a higher-rank wizard could unleash destructive power over a hundred times greater than the next lower.

But in essence, it was still only a hundredfold.

If a group of wizards coordinated perfectly, ignoring ninth-rank wizards, roughly one hundred fifty lower-rank wizards could suppress one higher-rank wizard.

The problem was, the wizards Clark faced were all at least sixth-rank—the same as his own rank.

Above that, he still had to face over a hundred seventh-rank wizards!

Meaning, without considering the law-solidification ability of eighth-rank wizards, Clark already possessed combat power approaching that of an eighth-rank wizard while still at sixth-rank!

"This is… the strongest genius in Plane Nuolun Workshop's history…"

Gao Jie Ming murmured.

Then he took a deep breath and forced himself to refocus.

He didn't need to worry about his master's battle.

His job now was to win his own.

He closed his eyes again, sinking his consciousness into the cannon control system.

On the ninth control panel, the reading for spiritual strength quietly jumped one decimal place.

From mid-fifth-rank, he entered high-fifth-rank.

On the frontlines, the cannon-fodder hordes of the Chaos Cult and the Tower of Annihilation continued their relentless assault on the defenses.

Yet behind the lines, over a hundred fortresses' artillery continued their ceaseless roar.

(End of Chapter)