Chapter 503: The Enemy Blocking the Way

Jie Ming's injury did not further deteriorate, all thanks to the adaptive evolution of the body-refining method working tenaciously, allowing this body and residual soul to gradually "get used to" this broken state.

The only thing worth rejoicing was that the expected pursuers did not appear.

Whether the induction of the Shuttle Patrolers worked, or the frontal battlefield contained the enemy's high-end power, it gave him a chance to breathe.

According to a rough calculation, it should be only about two days away from the Plane Nuolun defensive line.

"Hope... no more accidents..." Jie Ming thought weakly, his parched lips moved.

However, as if responding to this untimely prayer of his...

Far away in the side-front, a spiritual power fluctuation with obvious malice, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, suddenly broke into Jie Ming's perception range, which had become sluggish and blurred due to soul damage.

That was a wizard squad of about five people, and the energy fluctuations clearly indicated that they were all Tier 5 level.

They clearly also noticed this "unknown unit" that was alone and in a state that was abnormal... or even could be said to be terrible.

It could be said that this squad rushed toward the position where Jie Ming was without concealing its hostility at all!

Jie Ming's heart sank.

He did not stop, not even turning his head to look.

Just silently increased the output power of the talisman wizarding tool on the side of his leg by another notch.

The acceleration force field of the Grand Void Step made a slight hum, carrying his slightly staggering figure, and continued to bury his head and run wildly toward the direction of the camp.

But he was still seriously dragged down by the injury.

Even though Jie Ming had pushed the Grand Void Step to the current limit, that staggering figure was finally intercepted by the five streams of light rushing from behind.

Five wizards spread out their formation, surrounding him vaguely in a semi-arc shape.

Jie Ming stopped, his eyes swept over the enemies, and a strange sense of disharmony arose spontaneously.

The opponent was a typical five-person squad configuration, but it revealed an atmosphere that was out of tune with the wizard group.

All five wizards wore Chaos Secret Sect-style deep red-

The positioning and posture of these four witches subtly guarded the male wizard in the center.

It was not the mutual support and cover between comrades-in-arms, but rather... attendants guarding their master.

Status differences naturally exist in wizarding society, but those differences mostly stem from overwhelming strength, gaps in knowledge, or generational differences in research fields.

A wizard respects another wizard either because the other can control their life and death, because the other is a lighthouse on the path ahead, or because they crave the wisdom in the other's mind.

But even the humblest apprentice, when facing a formal wizard, rarely naturally displays this kind of submissiveness that borders on being a "servant."

Yet, the emotions mixed with awe, obedience, and even a trace of fanaticism on the faces of these four witches, along with their subconscious posture of placing the male wizard in the center as the core of protection, made Jie Ming feel exceptionally strange.

His gaze fell upon the "Holy Son" who was being surrounded.

That was a male wizard with an extremely handsome appearance, golden hair, blue eyes, fair skin, and features as exquisite as a sculpture.

But there are few ugly people among wizards, and modifying one's face is common.

What truly made Jie Ming narrow his eyes was the unmasked, seemingly innate arrogance in the other's eyes.

Although both were clearly fifth-tier wizards on the surface, when this person looked at him, he could still clearly feel a kind of contempt, as if examining a lower life form.

Being watched by such a gaze, Jie Ming felt no great anger in his heart; instead, a trace of absurd amusement arose.

Facing Jie Ming, who was clearly in a very poor state but still maintaining vigilance, the "Holy Son" appeared exceptionally relaxed.

He even drifted forward casually until the distance between them shortened to less than a kilometer—for a fifth-tier wizard, this was no different from being face-to-face.

The Holy Son himself did not speak, merely lifting his chin slightly.

A red-haired witch on the left immediately stepped forward half a step, chin slightly raised, and said to Jie Ming in a condescending tone: "State your identity and which side you belong to. If you are willing to provide valuable information, perhaps you may be left with an intact corpse."

Jie Ming glanced at her as if looking at a fool, his gaze incidentally sweeping over the indifferent-looking Holy Son behind her.

The red-haired witch's anger surged instantly.

But Jie Ming keenly sensed that her anger seemed to stem more from the fact that his "looking at a fool" gaze had unintentionally included the Holy Son as well, rather than simply being despised.

The Holy Son finally made a move.

He waved his hand lightly, as if brushing away non-existent dust, his tone lazy and impatient: "Alright, Lina. Why waste breath on such an inconsequential ant? Just deal with him directly. Don't forget, our trip is to visit that 'Martial God' who has recently become famous. If we go too late, I fear the other party might run away again."

The red-haired witch Lina immediately suppressed her anger, turned, and bowed deeply to the Holy Son, her posture extremely submissive: "Yes, Your Highness Holy Son!"

Jie Ming: "..."

He watched speechlessly as this group of people decided on his "disposal" method on their own, completely ignoring him, the main character, and couldn't help but shake his head inwardly.

Sure enough, if you live long enough, you can encounter all sorts of weirdos.

Listening to these people, he almost thought he had transmigrated again, arriving in some feudal world.

Jie Ming quickly understood these guys; after all, every wizard faction controls hundreds or thousands of planes, and it is normal for different planes to develop different customs.

... Probably.

Besides...

"Holy Son"? "Martial God"?

What is all this?

A group of old monsters at least hundreds or thousands of years old, and their titles are still so chuunibyou?

But upon second thought, Jie Ming felt it was reasonable.

In the Wizarding World, having power is the key.

Chuunibyou without power is a joke, but chuunibyou supported by power is an awe-inspiring title or nickname.

It is actually rare among fifth-tier wizards to be like him, having no loud nickname.

... Probably because the probability of him leaving survivors when he acts is not high.

Because his soul was damaged, leading to a decline in his control over his thinking, Jie Ming's actions had no hesitation while these messy thoughts swirled in his mind.

Just as the red-haired witch Lina bowed to accept the order and had not yet fully turned her body back, Jie Ming's right hand, which had been hanging naturally at his side, was lifted extremely abruptly.

On his arm, a wizarding tool embedded in a special bracer lit up slightly.

Hum!!

The dark golden light had no precursor of charging, bursting from his fingertips like lightning tearing through dark clouds!

"Your Highness, watch out!"

"Presumptuous!"

Angry shouts erupted from the other three witches almost simultaneously.

Their reactions were not slow; in an instant, curse chains, energy shields, and mental shocks were launched to intercept Jie Ming and that dark golden beam.

But the speed of the Li Huo Mie Jue Divine Light is the speed of light.

Puchi!

A soft sound.

Before the other party could react, the dark golden light pierced through the crimson shield Lina had hastily condensed at her side like a red-hot iron rod piercing thin paper, accurately penetrating her left chest.

The light passed through her body, leaving a bowl-sized hole with smooth, charred edges.

The annihilation power carried by the Li Huo Mie Jue Divine Light continuously pierced through the opponent's heart and even shattered the soul within her body.

The astonishment and anger on Lina's face froze instantly, and the luster in her eyes dimmed rapidly like a candle flame being blown out.

She opened her mouth, seemingly wanting to say something, but only a stream of black blood mixed with organ fragments gushed out, and then her body went limp, falling straight down from the air.

Instant kill.

A fifth-tier wizard, while on guard, was killed in one blow.

However, what appeared on the faces of the remaining three witches was not the sadness or fear of a companion's tragic death, but a more intense, almost twisted anger!

"You actually dare to... commit such a violent act in front of His Highness the Holy Son!" a purple-haired witch shrieked, her voice trembling with extreme anger.

"Filthy ant! You have defiled His Highness's sight!" another silver-haired witch gritted her teeth, killing intent boiling in her eyes.

The focus of their anger seemed not to be the death of their companion Lina, but the act of Jie Ming "killing in front of the Holy Son" itself, which was viewed as an unforgivable blasphemy.

Jie Ming's face darkened as he heard this.

"Are you guys crazy!" he really couldn't help but curse out loud.

The continuous sharp pain deep in his soul became even more unbearable because of this absurd rhetoric and noisy clamor, and an indescribable sense of irritation surged in his heart.

He just wanted these noisy flies to shut up immediately.

Without the slightest hesitation, the dark golden light on his fingertips lit up again, this time targeting the purple-haired witch who had shouted the loudest.

But this time, the attack did not succeed as expected.

Just as the Li Huo Mie Jue Divine Light was about to hit the purple-haired witch, a semi-transparent barrier that looked thin but shimmered with seven-colored halos appeared abruptly in front of her.

Chi!!!

The dark golden light slammed into the seven-colored barrier, sparking a violent energy surge!

The highly condensed destructive energy engaged in a fierce confrontation with the seven-colored barrier; a harsh sound of annihilation hissed, and violent energy turbulence shot out in all directions, plowing deep gullies into the ground.

After a moment of stalemate, the seven-colored barrier finally emitted a sound of being unable to bear the weight, shattering and disintegrating into dots of light filling the sky.

But the power of the Li Huo Mie Jue Divine Light was also mostly neutralized, and the residual light grazed past the side of the shaken purple-haired witch, leaving only a charred burn mark on her arm.

Jie Ming frowned slightly, his gaze turning to the source of the seven-colored barrier—that "Holy Son."

He saw that the Holy Son had already raised his right hand at some point, his palm facing forward, with faint seven-colored light dust still remaining on his fingertips.

The lazy and arrogant expression on his face finally had a trace of change, and in the gaze he directed at Jie Ming, there was a bit more surprise, and... even more intense interest.

"Oh? Interesting." The Holy Son clapped his hands lightly, as if he had seen some novel toy, "No wonder you dare to be so rampant. Your attack... the power is barely worth looking at."

He looked Jie Ming up and down, lingering especially on Jie Ming's paper-white complexion and slightly unstable aura, the corners of his mouth curling into a playful arc: "However, looking at you like this, you are already at the end of your rope, right? To be able to launch such an attack in this state... I am somewhat interested in the secrets you possess."

Following his words, the remaining three witches, as if receiving an order, quickly adjusted their positions, once again guarding the Holy Son in the center, their eyes looking at Jie Ming with more solemnity and wariness in addition to anger.

Being able to break through the "Rainbow Protection" cast by His Highness the Holy Son in one blow, the danger level of this enemy with such a strange state needed to be re-evaluated.

Jie Ming did not speak, just standing quietly in place, his broken soul hissing in sharp pain, yet his eyes grew colder.

These crazy-like flies seemed... harder to swat than expected.

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