Chapter 600: Tier 9!

On the battlefield, Jie Ming was harvesting.

The ring of the Great Da Guang Xiang rotated slowly above his head, and the Li Huo Extinction Divine Light poured down like a rainstorm.

Suddenly, he felt his body sink.

That feeling wasn't like an attack or excessive fatigue, but more like an irresistible heaviness surging from the depths of his soul.

His knees bent uncontrollably, his spine made a creaking sound of being unable to bear the weight, the ring of the Great Da Guang Xiang trembled violently, and the beams began to deviate from their targets. Jie Ming gritted his teeth, the Body Tempering Technique operating crazily, trying to resist this sudden pressure.

But his body felt like it was being pressed by an invisible mountain, every inch of muscle trembling, every breath requiring all his strength.

"This is..."

He raised his head with difficulty.

Jie Ming felt as if the surrounding world had changed in an instant.

The Myriad Worlds Alliance creatures still struggling in the void were all lying on the ground, motionless, like insects pressed by an invisible hand. Tier 6, Tier 7, Tier 8, no matter the level, no matter the race, all were pressed until they couldn't move.

The massive bodies of the Starry Sky Behemoths trembled in the void, the scaled beasts lay on the ground unable to even raise their heads, and the energy aggregates were compressed into fist-sized light orbs, flashing frantically with distress signals.

And the Tier 6 wizards beside Jie Ming had pale faces; some were already kneeling on one knee, some were barely standing with their hands supporting their knees, and others had blood leaking from the corners of their mouths.

The Tier 7 wizards weren't having an easy time either; although they hadn't knelt, every one of their expressions had become solemn, their breathing was noticeably heavier, and the energy fluctuations within their bodies had become chaotic.

Jie Ming felt his consciousness blurring.

That pressure wasn't just physical oppression; it was a crushing force on the mental level.

He felt like an ant facing a collapsing sky, tiny, powerless, and ready to be crushed at any moment.

A hand rested on his shoulder.

Clark's voice came from overhead, still calm: "Stand steady."

That force that crushed everything was instantly isolated outside.

Jie Ming gasped for air, looking up to see Clark standing beside him at some point, one hand on his shoulder, the other hand pressing into the void. It wasn't just Mentor Clark; the Tier 8 wizards present unfolded their auras one after another, helping the surrounding wizards resist the terrifying pressure. Viola also ran over stumbling from the side, her face pale, her lips blue.

Clark rested his other hand on her shoulder, and she immediately slumped down like a drowning person grabbing a piece of driftwood, gasping for air. "Mentor..." Viola's voice was trembling, "What on earth is this..."

Clark did not answer.

He looked up at the distant spatial rift, his gaze deep, as if confirming something.

A moment later, he spoke slowly, his voice so calm it didn't sound like he was describing a catastrophe: "It seems you can gain some insight today." Jie Ming followed his gaze.

The distant spatial rift was trembling.

Jie Ming felt a bit dazed, as if seeing this spatial rift trembling in submission and awe.

The spatial fragments still drifting at the edge of the rift seemed tamed by some force, stopping their splashing and hanging quietly in place. The thick darkness inside the rift began to retreat to both sides, like a curtain being pulled open.

Then, it appeared.

Just a blurry silhouette, hovering in the center of the rift.

It didn't have the massive body of a Starry Sky Behemoth, nor the dazzling light of an energy aggregate, just a human-like silhouette too blurry to see details.

But its very existence was like a star falling into the deep sea.

The entire void was rearranging itself for its existence, elements converging toward it, space bending toward it, time becoming viscous around it. Those Myriad Worlds Alliance creatures that had been pressed down by the pressure now raised their heads like pilgrims, fanatical light surging in their eyes.

Jie Ming understood what his mentor's words meant just now.

Tier 9!

Although he had never truly seen it, Jie Ming confirmed at this moment that... that was Tier 9!

"Leader!"

"The leader is here!"

"We are saved!"

Cheers surged like a tsunami.

Those Tier 8 creatures that had been struggling in despair were now as excited as if they had been injected with stimulants.

A Starry Sky Behemoth struggled to raise its head, roaring with its last bit of strength: "This is our leader! You wizards, wait for death!" The scaled beast commander also crawled up.

Its face still carried the fear from just now, but it had been replaced by a fanatical smile.

It looked in the direction of the wizards, its voice hoarse but triumphant: "Tier 9! Do you know what Tier 9 is? In front of our leader, you are just ants!"

More cheers surged from all directions.

Those Myriad Worlds Alliance creatures that had been suppressed, slaughtered, and forced into a desperate situation were now like they had been injected with adrenaline, frantically shouting and cursing. Hope had reignited in their eyes.

They were very certain, certain that their leader could crush everything, certain that these wizards would pay the price, certain that victory ultimately belonged to them. The wizards of the parallel world had their expressions change completely.

Those wizards who had just signed their contracts and were adapting to their new lives, the moment they saw that silhouette, felt as if all their strength had been drained. Some slumped to the ground, some covered their faces, and others curled into a ball, trembling all over.

"Tier 9..." a Tier 7 wizard muttered, his voice carrying a sobbing tone, "They really have a Tier 9..."

"It's over." Another Tier 8 wizard closed his eyes, his voice dry, "We are finished. They never had a Tier 9 before... we always thought it was a rumor..."

"No wonder they could devour so many planes... no wonder..."

"It's over..." he muttered, his voice so light it was as if he were afraid of disturbing something, "All over..."

More parallel world wizards began to kneel.

Some held their heads and cried, some tore at their hair, and others curled into a ball, trembling all over.

They had just seen hope, just thought they could finally stop fleeing, stop struggling, stop having to confirm they were still alive the first thing every morning—and then fate told them this was all an illusion.

Despair spread through the crowd.

Those parallel world wizards had experienced countless world-ending wars, faced countless desperate situations, but never had they been this desperate. Because no matter how strong the enemies they faced before were, they were at the same level.

And Tier 9... that was an existence on another level, a level they weren't even qualified to look up to.

The Tier 6 wizards beside Jie Ming didn't look good either.

Although they weren't as desperate as the parallel world wizards, the pressure emitted by that silhouette was too terrifying.

Even with the Tier 8 wizards' auras helping to resist, the pressure was still so terrifying that they felt fear instinctively.

Some subconsciously took a step back, some gripped their staves, and others began to subconsciously check their escape arrays.

Jie Ming looked at Clark.

Clark's expression hadn't changed, his hand still resting steadily on his shoulder, the barrier isolating the pressure unmoved.

But his gaze remained locked on that silhouette, never moving away.

Wald stood at the rear of the alliance, looking in the direction of the rift, his expression complex and unclear.

He had once been a member of the Supreme Council of the parallel world, knowing better than anyone what Tier 9 meant.

That was the ultimate deterrent of a civilization, an insurmountable chasm, a gap that no amount of numbers could compensate for.

He knew the Myriad Worlds Alliance had a Tier 9 when he defected, but he had never seen that person take action with his own eyes.

Now he saw it.

That pressure penetrated the entire void, penetrated all barriers and defenses, pressing directly onto everyone's soul.

Just by existing, it was enough to make hundreds of billions of troops bow their heads.

The Tier 8 wizards of the four major factions were silent instead.

Those Tier 8 wizards who were excitedly harvesting enemies just now had all stopped.

They hovered in the void, looking at that blurry silhouette in the direction of the rift; they weren't desperate like the parallel world wizards, nor were they ecstatic like the Myriad Worlds Alliance.

They just hovered in the void, looking up at that rift, their expressions looking somewhat strange.

In the direction of the rift, that silhouette moved.

It took a step forward, just a simple step, but the entire void fell silent in that instant.

The cheers of the Myriad Worlds Alliance stopped abruptly, the crying of the parallel world wizards disappeared, and even the spatial fragments that were dissipating stopped drifting.

All sounds, all light, all sense of existence were swallowed by that silhouette.

It hovered in front of the rift, its figure still blurry, but its sense of existence was so strong it seemed to fill the entire world.

Jie Ming felt his consciousness being pulled, being sucked toward that silhouette, being swallowed into that blurry darkness.

He bit his tongue hard, the sharp pain making him wake up.

Clark's hand tightened slightly.

"Don't look at its true body." Clark's voice was still calm, but carried a hint of warning, "Looking at the silhouette is enough." Jie Ming lowered his head, not daring to look again.

His back was already soaked with cold sweat.

That silhouette was just standing there, doing nothing, and he had almost had his consciousness sucked away.

If it really took action...

Someone with his strength would have absolutely no power to fight back.

In the void, that blurry silhouette tilted its head slightly, as if sizing up the wizards in front of it.

Its gaze swept over the one hundred thousand Tier 8 wizards, over those four massive war machines, over those parallel world wizards still trembling. Then it stopped, seemingly looking at something.

Jie Ming felt that the gaze should have fallen on the Tier 8 wizards of the four major factions.

There was no anger or killing intent in that gaze, only a condescending scrutiny, like an adult looking at a group of noisy children.

Then it spoke.

The voice wasn't loud, but it clearly entered everyone's ears, calm, low, carrying a hint of weariness: "It seems you've been making quite a mess."

(Added chapter today, one more to come) ===== CHAPTER 601 =====