Chapter 504

Above the sky, the energy tide surged like a tsunami.

The Holy Son stood in the center, arms spread wide, his dark gray robe moving without wind, the spiral emblem on it seeming to come alive and rotate slowly.

Three witches stood in a triangular formation a hundred meters behind him, eyes closed tightly, pale silver mental power threads extending from their glabella, connecting to the complex magic array emerging from the back of the Holy Son's head.

The mental power fluctuations of the four were completely synchronized, as if they were one.

"Ignorant arrogance needs to be washed away with pain." The Holy Son's voice was cold as he raised his hand and pressed it into the void.

The attack arrived in an instant.

The space within a hundred meters around Jie Ming suddenly collapsed inward, and invisible barriers closed in from all directions.

Following closely was the 【Entropy Increase Cracking Wave】—gray-white ripples spread from the Holy Son's palm, and wherever they passed, material structures spontaneously disintegrated, and energy tended toward chaos.

The third wave was 【Painful Scream】, an intangible and formless mental attack striking directly at the soul.

The triple attack descended almost simultaneously.

Any single blow exceeded the limit of ordinary fifth-tier wizardry, and with the three superimposed, its instantaneous explosive power was infinitely approaching the sixth-tier threshold.

However...

Jie Ming stood in place, not even the corner of his clothes fluttering.

The Gui Xu Armor perfectly blocked all the enemy's damage.

The first wave of spatial compression crashed into the field, and the power sufficient to crush mountains was like a clay ox entering the sea, failing to stir up even a ripple before being silently swallowed by the Gui Xu Armor.

The collapsed spatial structure was forcibly smoothed out, and the energy was extracted and gathered into the depths of the field.

The second wave of gray-white ripples touched the edge of the field, and its characteristic energy of "guiding material energy to spontaneously disintegrate" seemed to hit an absolutely smooth wall.

The ripples tried to infiltrate and erode, but the rune array circulating inside the Gui Xu Armor instantly reversed the entropy increase process, re-combing and taming the chaotic energy flow, turning it into docile stored energy.

The third wave of Painful Scream also did not escape the capture of the Gui Xu Armor.

The mental malice of the Painful Scream was like ice and snow thrown into a furnace, melting instantly, and its residual energy was likewise converted and absorbed.

Jie Ming "sensed" that the energy storage progress inside the Gui Xu Armor was slowly rising.

He felt slightly surprised in his heart.

The energy level of this triple-superimposed attack was quite considerable, and the energy injected every second was comparable to a salvo of dozens of times the standard fifth-tier wizardry.

If it weren't for the extremely high absorption and conversion efficiency of the Gui Xu Armor, and the fact that its energy storage limit had been strengthened many times, ordinary fifth-tier defensive wizardry would likely have overloaded and collapsed in an instant.

"So that's how it is." Jie Ming's gaze swept over the three witches behind the Holy Son who were connecting with their eyes closed, and he instantly understood the key to it.

When a wizard casts a spell, the essence is to construct a wizardry model with their own mental power and guide environmental elements to complete the release.

The greater the power and the more complex the structure of the wizardry, the higher the requirements for mental power consumption and computational power.

Although the mental power of a fifth-tier wizard is strong, the burden of continuously releasing attacks approaching sixth-tier power is also extremely heavy.

And these four people in front of him temporarily connected the computing power and mental power pools of the four through mental power threads, using the Holy Son as the main body to cast spells.

Those three witches essentially became the Holy Son's "external computing units" and "backup energy sources."

That is why the attacks could be so continuous and the power could be superimposed.

"If I hadn't taken one out just now, this guy should be able to release wizardry equivalent to sixth-tier power. The technical approach is good, but unfortunately..." Jie Ming had no ripples in his heart.

Theory is theory, and practice is practice.

Even if he could really release wizardry of sixth-tier standard power, it wouldn't be a big deal for Jie Ming now.

The defensive standard of the Gui Xu Armor was already far beyond conventional sixth-tier defensive wizardry.

What's more, having witnessed the terrifying power of a true sixth-tier wizard blasting the Gui Xu Armor into a temporary overload with one blow, the seemingly gorgeous and fierce offensive in front of him was like a child hitting a steel fortress with a wooden mallet in his eyes.

There was plenty of spectacle, but insufficient actual effect.

At this energy injection rate, even if they were allowed to blast for a whole day, the Gui Xu Armor's energy storage would still be far from saturation.

Seeing that Jie Ming remained motionless under his offensive, and even his expression had not changed, a trace of imperceptible surprise and suspicion flashed in the Holy Son's eyes.

"Dying struggle!" He sneered, the mental power connection of the four shone brightly, and a new round of attacks began to brew.

This time, fine black cracks began to appear in the space; that was the precursor to high-level spatial wizardry.

Jie Ming, however, had lost his patience.

The sharp pain in his soul continued to impact the boundaries of his consciousness like a tide.

Every breath felt like countless fine needles were piercing his soul fragments, leaving him with no mood to play around with this guy in front of him!

He raised his right hand; in the wizarding tool on his wrist, a Li Huo Mie Jue Divine Light wizarding tool was already prepared.

He raised his hand and pointed at the Holy Son.

The dark golden light burst forth again, condensed like a needle, piercing straight at the other's glabella.

A layer of seven-colored shimmering rainbow shield continued to light up in front of the Holy Son.

Jie Ming saw it very clearly this time; this shield was as thin as a cicada's wing, refracting a magnificent and mesmerizing luster, as if a piece of rainbow had been solidified in the void.

The Li Huo Mie Jue Divine Light slammed into the rainbow shield, and the dark golden beam seemed to crash into a mass of extremely viscous colloid.

The speed slowed down abruptly, and its condensed energy structure was actually "brushed" away layer by layer by that seven-colored rainbow light, decomposing into harmless basic elemental light spots that drifted away.

In the end, at the cost of this barrier collapsing, Jie Ming's attack was neutralized again.

"Heh." The Holy Son chuckled, the laughter full of complacency and mockery, "Don't waste your effort. This 【Seven-Colored Rainbow Wall】 is a technology personally bestowed by the Great Elder of my sect, specifically designed to restrain high-condensation energy attacks."

He tidied his cuffs in a leisurely manner, his gaze looking at Jie Ming as if looking at a corpse:

"Your defensive means are indeed very strong, but when your attacks are ineffective against me, how long can your defense last?"

Jie Ming frowned, appearing increasingly irritable.

The pain in his soul was intensifying.

Every time he thought, every time he mobilized power, it was like scraping his brain marrow with a dull knife.

He originally did not want to use the inner cave heaven in his body; after all, even the manipulation that used to be as natural as breathing would still aggravate his injuries if used too much for him now.

But it seems it won't work without using it now.

If he keeps dragging it out with these guys who seem to have abnormal brains, it would be troublesome if he encounters reinforcements.

"Forget it." Jie Ming whispered to himself, as if trying to persuade himself.

He closed his eyes, enduring the soul-tearing sensation that came in waves, and sank his consciousness into the inner cave heaven.

Inside the cave heaven, because the Black Giant army was still "serving" at the camp, it seemed a bit empty, with only a hundred Black Giant priests that Jie Ming had left behind in advance busy back and forth.

Mobilizing them requires opening a stable spatial channel on the body surface to "transport" matter from the cave heaven to the main plane.

This process actually also costs a certain amount of computing power; he couldn't feel it in the past, but Jie Ming's current soul state is like broken porcelain barely glued together, which could completely fall apart with a little force.

But he had no choice.

"Come out." The thought was delivered.

On his body surface, at the edge of the Gui Xu Armor field, fifty dark whirlpools unfolded simultaneously.

The space rippled like water, and the intense energy fluctuations made the Holy Son in the distance change his expression slightly.

Fifty pitch-black figures stepped out from the whirlpools silently.

They were about three meters tall, their bodies covered with a flowing black liquid metal layer that swallowed all light, leaving only deep shadows.

Their priest robes fluttered slightly, and runes were faintly circulating within the dark red gems at the tops of the staves in their hands.

Fifty Black Giant priests hovered silently in front of Jie Ming, like a pitch-black city wall.

The complacency on the Holy Son's face froze instantly, and then he snorted disdainfully: "Ridiculous! Do you think you can win against me by relying on these cannon fodder units?!"

As he spoke, the Holy Son released a large number of attacks again.

However, the moment these attacks touched the surface of the Black Giant priests, they were absorbed by a transparent force field.

That defensive means was exactly the same as the state on Jie Ming—the Gui Xu Armor.

The greatest benefit of traditional wizarding tools is that the user does not need to understand the knowledge related to the wizardry stored within the tool; as long as mental power is injected, it can be activated.

Jie Ming had manufactured so many wizarding tools before the battle, so naturally, he wouldn't be stingy; this time, the Black Giants he brought each had a set.

"How... is it possible?!"

The Holy Son was truly shocked this time, and even the three witches behind him couldn't help but open their eyes, their mental power threads appearing somewhat fluctuated.

Jie Ming ignored his shock.

The sharp pain from deep in his soul made his vision go black, and he could barely stand steadily.

He barely maintained a clear consciousness and gave the simplest order to the Black Giant priests:

"Attack. Target, the four people in front. Annihilate."

Fifty Black Giant priests raised their staves simultaneously.

The blinding dark golden light that suddenly lit up on the gems at the tops of the staves stirred up a violent elemental tide in the atmosphere under the rolling of immense power.

The next moment, the dark golden light flooded his vision.

Fifty Li Huo Mie Jue Divine Lights intertwined into a net of death, covering all the space where the Holy Son's squad was located.

The Holy Son let out a shrill scream.

On his chest, wrists, and neck, all the defensive wizarding tools he wore erupted with their strongest light at this moment.

The 【Seven-Colored Rainbow Wall】 was fully deployed, and layers of seven-colored light curtains tried to block it.

The three witches also screamed and injected all their mental power into the connection, trying to construct a joint defense.

But facing an attack that could be called absolute crushing, it was still of no avail.

The layers of Li Huo Mie Jue Divine Light were blocked for only an instant before shattering all defenses.

The Holy Son's eyes were finally occupied by boundless fear.

Between life and death, relying on the instant gained by the previous defenses, his hands formed a strange magic seal.

"Transfer!"

Blood light burst forth, and the bodies of the three witches beside him stiffened violently, their faces revealing expressions of extreme pain and disbelief.

Their bodies seemed to be forcibly pulled and twisted by an invisible force, instantly swapping some kind of "connection" with the Holy Son.

The next moment, the dark golden torrent swallowed the location where they were.

The three witches couldn't even let out a scream before they were completely vaporized under the concentrated barrage of the Li Huo Mie Jue Divine Light, not even leaving the finest dust, as if they had never existed.

The light dissipated.

The Holy Son knelt on one knee in the void, gasping for breath, his face as pale as paper, with blood seeping from his seven orifices.

The gray robe on his body was tattered and charred in many places.

Obviously, the transfer secret technique just now did not fully take effect, and the aftermath still caused him not-so-light injuries.

But he did indeed survive.

And the price was the complete annihilation of the three "attendants."

Jie Ming looked at him expressionlessly; for this kind of means of sacrificing others to preserve oneself, he didn't even have a ripple in his heart.

In the Wizarding World, he had seen even crueler things to stay alive.

"Continue." Jie Ming's order was concise and cold.

The staves of the fifty Black Giant priests lit up again.

The runes inside the dark red gems were refilled, and the Li Huo Mie Jue Divine Light entered the excitation state again.

"No!!! I am the Holy Son of the Chaos Secret Sect! My ancestor is..." The Holy Son let out a desperate and unwilling roar, trying to bring up his background.

But the Black Giant priests would not listen to his nonsense.

The second round of salvo.

This time, there were no more substitutes to transfer the damage.

The Holy Son's last life-saving trump card—a strange crystal hidden in his heart—exploded, releasing a force field that briefly distorted time, trying to deflect the beams.

But under the absolute firepower coverage of fifty sixth-tier attacks, this bit of struggle was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

The time force field was brutally torn and penetrated.

The dark golden light swallowed him completely.

The roaring sound stopped abruptly.

When the light dissipated again, only a few charred ashes drifting down remained in place, along with the remains of several high-tier wizarding tools that had completely lost their luster and were covered in cracks.

That arrogant and unbridled "Holy Son" had been completely annihilated from matter to soul, leaving no trace.

The battle ended.

Jie Ming's body swayed, and he could no longer support himself, collapsing forward.

A Black Giant priest who had been guarding his side stepped forward silently, extending an arm covered in black liquid metal, and steadily supported him.

The arm felt cold to the touch, but carried a sense of steady power.

"Master." The priest's voice sounded directly in Jie Ming's mind, low and respectful.

Jie Ming didn't even have the strength to respond.

The weakness and sharp pain from deep in his soul had reached their peak, his vision began to go black at the edges, and his consciousness was like a candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time.

Forcibly opening fifty spatial channels at once and mobilizing fifty sixth-tier units caused huge secondary damage to his soul, which was on the verge of collapse.

Fortunately, he was already very close to the camp now...

He barely raised his trembling hand, pressed it on a special distress rune on his wrist, and sent a distress signal and his own coordinates to the front-line camp of the Nuolun Workshop.

"Return... to the camp..." Jie Ming used his last bit of clarity to give the final order to the Black Giant priests, "Full speed... escort..."

The fifty Black Giant priests immediately took action.

Four of the priests carefully lifted Jie Ming, guarding him in the center.

The remaining forty-six priests dispersed to the periphery, forming a tight guard formation.

The simplified version of the Gui Xu Armor on all the priests' bodies was fully deployed, connecting into a pale golden defensive field.

The next moment, they turned into forty-six pitch-black streams of light, tearing through the void and galloping toward the direction of the camp's coordinates at the fastest speed.

(End of Chapter)