Chapter 536

High above, the two sides exchanged a few more moves.

Suddenly, Silence stopped without warning.

He retreated hundreds of miles, the dangerous aura around him slowly converging, leaving only a piece of calmness.

"Stop fighting." His voice was flat, as if he were just stating a fact, "This time, you won."

Upon hearing this, a hint of unwillingness flashed across the Sect Leader's face.

"Silence!" His voice carried suppressed anger, "This just—"

"Just?" Silence interrupted him and turned to look at him, "Haven't you felt it yet?"

The Sect Leader was stunned.

"Perceive carefully," Silence said, "how many elements are left around?"

The Sect Leader followed his advice and released his perception. The next second, his face became even uglier.

Thin.

Extremely thin.

This plane didn't have many elemental energies to begin with, and at this moment, those already scarce elements were flowing away at an alarming rate... no, not flowing away, but being extracted.

By that living plane.

"We are now," Silence's voice was calm to the point of coldness, "fighting inside the opponent's body."

"This plane now has an owner. Its owner is actively extracting the elements around us, limiting our power source. Continuing to fight will only make us more passive."

The Sect Leader was silent.

He knew that what Silence said was the truth.

The battle of Level 8 Wizards, although it has transcended the reliance on conventional elemental energy, it is impossible to be completely unrestricted.

In this plane completely controlled by Clark, they are equivalent to fighting on the enemy's "home field."

And this "home field" is alive and will actively suppress them.

But he was still unwilling.

"That kid's state," he gritted his teeth, "definitely cannot last!"

Silence looked at him, his gaze terrifyingly calm:

"Then how long do you think he can last?"

The Sect Leader opened his mouth and didn't speak.

"One minute? Five minutes? One hour?" Silence's voice had no fluctuations, "Are you going to bet your own life on this time?" The Sect Leader was silent.

Silence's words did not stop, his gaze cast toward the two figures who were watching covetously in the distance:

"What's more, are you sure we can hold on until his state ends?"

In the distance, the power of the two Level 8 Wizards of the Nuolun Workshop was surging crazily.

And on the living plane side, Clark had obviously started the next round of preparing to attack.

With the eyesight of a Level 8 Wizard, one can easily see that the edge of this plane, the land is collapsing and dissipating out of thin air, as if turning into nothingness. But everyone present knows that this is not the plane collapsing, but Clark mobilizing power.

All the matter of the entire plane is being decomposed, converted, and condensed into new energy, preparing to launch the next wave of attacks.

The Sect Leader looked at the scene, and the unwillingness on his face finally faded slowly.

Replacing it was a deep fatigue and helplessness.

He sighed long, and the law fluctuations around him gradually subsided.

"We admit defeat."

As soon as the words fell...

An invisible fluctuation swept across the entire plane suddenly.

The fluctuation did not belong to any Wizard present, but came from an existence at a higher level.

A phantom slowly emerged in the void between the four Level 8 Wizards.

It was an existence with a calm face, whose age could not be seen, with no energy fluctuations around it, yet it gave people a strange feeling that "it is the rule itself."

Felix.

The artificial intelligence core of the Star Ring Federation Magic Net, and also the supreme supervisor of this "coordinated battle."

It looked at the Sect Leader and Silence, its voice stable without any fluctuations:

"Confirmed that one side of the battle has admitted defeat, and the contract has been established. According to the contract, the search areas originally belonging to the Chaos Secret Sect and the Tower of Silence belong to the Nuolun Workshop from this moment on. The units belonging to the Chaos Secret Sect and the Tower of Silence must complete the evacuation of all personnel and assets within one year." The Sect Leader nodded expressionlessly, showing no joy or anger.

After all, he is a Level 8 Wizard, and after making up his mind, he quickly adjusted his state of mind.

Silence also nodded slightly.

Felix's phantom did not say anything more, just scanned the four people present calmly, and then slowly dissipated.

The outcome of the war is thus concluded.

At the same moment, on the ground, the Magic Net terminal of every participating Wizard lit up at the same time.

A short message was displayed on everyone's device synchronously:

【War ended. Nuolun Workshop wins.】

The Nuolun Workshop camp erupted in deafening cheers!

Countless Wizards rushed out of the fortresses, hugging each other and crying, laughing loudly!

Those dusty scout Wizards, those scarred combat personnel, those assistants who were desperately maintaining the magic array in the rear... everyone was releasing the emotions that had been suppressed for months at this moment!

And the coalition camp on the opposite side was in dead silence.

The low atmosphere pressed on everyone's heart like lead.

Some people silently put away their weapons, some sat paralyzed on the ground, some looked toward the Nuolun Workshop in the distance, their eyes empty and dazed.

At this point, the victory or defeat of this battle has been decided.

But deep underground, on the edge of that giant magic array with a range of over a thousand kilometers, Jie Ming and Wei Aola did not have the slightest thought of cheering.

The two still stared fixedly at the light screen, staring at every node of the magic array, not daring to relax in the slightest.

Until...

In the light screen, Clark slowly opened his eyes.

He floated in that spiritual light, waiting quietly for a few seconds, as if experiencing something for the last time.

Then, his figure flashed slightly and disappeared from the plane core.

The next second, the light of the teleportation array lit up.

The gray-white figure reappeared in front of Jie Ming and Wei Aola.

The moment he left the plane core, the spirituality of the Shadow Plane Lord at the center of the array finally couldn't hold on and completely collapsed. And the plane spirituality and soul that had been able to condense only by relying on it also disintegrated with a bang like a sandcastle meeting a tide at the same instant.

The glowing white light gradually dimmed, and the magic array returned to calm.

Clark stood where he was, his eyes closed slightly, as if savoring something.

Wei Aola was the first to lean over.

She circled Clark twice, like a curious cat, and reached out her finger to poke him:

"Mentor, mentor, why haven't you been promoted yet?"

She blinked her silver-gray eyes, full of confusion:

"Consumed so many resources... it's almost the matter and energy of the entire plane! Not to mention being directly promoted to Level 8, at least you should have been promoted to Level 7, right? Why are you still Level 6?"

Clark opened his eyes, expressionlessly reached out, grabbed her collar, and lifted her up like a kitten.

"You think," his voice was so flat that no emotion could be heard, "everyone is as stupid as you?"

Wei Aola was lifted into the air, her limbs flailing, her face unconvinced, but she didn't dare to refute in the end.

Jie Ming watched the interaction between the two from the side and couldn't help but laugh.

However, he also keenly sensed that his mentor's mood seemed to be exceptionally good—under normal circumstances, if Wei Aola asked like this, the mentor would most likely chop her on the head with a hand knife.

"Mentor..." Jie Ming spoke, "Good harvest?"

Clark put Wei Aola down and turned to look at him.

This time, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a sincere smile:

"Very good."

He paused, seemingly organizing his words, but in the end, he just said simply:

"This round, I have already understood, the path for me to be promoted to Level 7 and Level 8 in the future has been opened."

Jie Ming and Wei Aola were stunned at the same time.

"Then..." Jie Ming asked tentatively, "Mentor, you will be promoted soon?"

Clark shook his head.

"No rush."

His gaze cast toward the distance, toward that magic array that had already dimmed, toward the heavy rock layer above the magic array, toward the battlefield that had just ended the war outside the rock layer:

"It is precisely because of this experience that I know that there are still many places in my system that are worth supplementing."

Jie Ming and Wei Aola looked at each other.

Both saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

This means...

His mentor, even if he stays at Level 6 now, his combat power can continue to improve?

The two were silent.

A thought appeared in their minds at the same time:

Monster!