Chapter 602: Battle

After numerous obstructions, the four Tier 8 wizards of the Crimson Throne faced off against the Myriad Worlds Alliance leader.

The moment the two sides clashed, the entire void was like a pond into which high explosives had been thrown, the energy aftermath spreading in all directions like a tsunami. The leader raised its hand, and infinite energy in the void converged toward it.

As a Tier 9 creature, its power was theoretically limitless.

As long as it was given enough time, it could mobilize the energy of the entire endless chaotic void for its own use.

Even if necessary, it could directly produce matter and energy out of thin air.

So when attacking, it didn't need to use complex techniques or exquisite laws, only the purest crushing force.

At the same time, its other hand waved lightly, and the authority of World Modification was activated.

That selected space began to be erased from the level of existence.

Two attacks descended simultaneously.

The four Tier 8 wizards of the Crimson Throne hovered in place, not even dodging.

The authority of World Modification landed on them like water hitting a reef.

The power attempting to erase them from existence dissipated the moment it touched their bodies, not even stirring up a ripple. The law fixation of Tier 8 wizards made their very existence unmodifiable, directly immunizing them against the opponent's World Modification.

The leader's pupils contracted slightly.

It hadn't been sure during the previous probing, but now it had confirmed that the opponent could indeed resist its authority.

But... these Tier 8 wizards, by what right?

The four Tier 8 wizards didn't give it time to think.

They attacked simultaneously, deep red energy surging from their bodies, transforming into four roaring blood dragons, tearing through the void and lunging straight at the leader. That energy contained the core technology of the Flesh Mother Nest: biological modification, gene plundering, cell devouring.

Every thread of energy, after contacting the opponent's energy, was frantically trying to erode and assimilate the enemy's power.

The leader frowned and raised its arm, releasing the previously condensed energy to form a thick energy barrier in front of it.

As a Tier 9 creature, its defense was unquestionable.

The blood dragons hit the barrier, emitting a deafening roar, the entire void trembling.

The barrier fluctuated violently, but it was only a violent fluctuation, showing no signs of shattering at all.

The leader's mouth curled into a cold sneer.

Tier 8 is Tier 8; no matter how bizarre these creatures are, they can't break through Tier 9 defense.

Then its cold sneer froze.

The barrier didn't break, but the blood dragons didn't dissipate either.

They adhered to the surface of the barrier, writhing and eroding like living things.

The energy of the barrier was being consumed, converted, and devoured.

In almost the blink of an eye, the barrier began to show signs of shattering, while the energy intensity of the several blood dragons increased at a speed visible to the naked eye. The leader roared low, no longer defending passively.

It mobilized its power, using World Modification to instantly condense an energy ball capable of annihilating a plane cluster in its palm, smashing it toward one of the Tier 8 wizards.

The energy ball's speed was astonishing, tearing a long rift in space wherever it passed.

That Tier 8 wizard saw this and laughed mockingly: "What a crude way of using energy..."

He opened his arms, and deep red energy formed a vortex in front of him.

The energy ball crashed into the vortex, rotating crazily, releasing terrifying destructive power.

The vortex trembled, deformed, and struggled on the verge of collapse.

But it still managed to withstand the impact of the energy ball under the wizard's manipulation.

The other three Tier 8 wizards seized this opportunity and attacked from the flanks simultaneously.

Blood dragons, tentacles, claws, mental shocks...

All attacks poured onto the leader like a rainstorm.

The leader roared, trying to counterattack, but every counterattack was tacitly resolved by the four Tier 8 wizards.

One person contained from the front, two harassed from the flanks, one looked for flaws.

Their coordination was seamless, like a precision machine that had been operating for ten million years.

The leader finally realized a fact it couldn't accept.

Its power was indeed infinite, but "infinite" did not equal "no upper limit."

Given enough time, it could mobilize the energy of the entire world to crush any enemy.

But in this kind of high-intensity clash, the power it could mobilize and erupt in a unit of time had an upper limit.

And the power erupted by those four Tier 8 wizards in a short time easily surpassed its instantaneous output.

The battle continued, but the situation was clear.

At the edge of the battlefield, the parallel world wizards were completely stunned.

They opened their mouths and stared, like statues turned to stone.

Tier 9... that was a level they had looked up to for countless years, feared for countless years, and dreamed of reaching but could never touch.

In their cognition, Tier 9 was invincible, a true god, the end of truth.

And now, four Tier 8 wizards were pressing that god to the ground and beating it.

A Tier 7 wizard of the parallel world muttered: "Am I dreaming..."

The counterpart beside him patted his shoulder, his tone calm: "Get used to it; you'll know when you go to the front line later; we have to face Tier 9 creatures often."

The Tier 7 wizard's lips moved, unable to help raising his finger, pointing at himself with a dull gaze: "Ah? I have to go too?" "Right!"

The Myriad Worlds Alliance commanders weren't much better off.

Their smiles had long since frozen on their faces, replaced by fear deep in their bones.

A Starry Sky Behemoth trembled all over, its voice shaking: "Leader... the leader is Tier 9... how is it possible..."

The scaled beast commander slumped on the ground, its gaze dull, repeating the same sentence over and over: "It's over, all over..."

But there were also commanders who wouldn't give up; seeing the situation of the battle, they gritted their teeth and roared as they stood up: "Go! Go assist the leader!" Hearing this shout, the Alliance commanders present also reacted one after another.

If this continued, in case their own leader really lost, then they would definitely have no way to live.

Since that was the case, they might as well fight for their lives now.

At least, at this stage, they still had the capital to fight for their lives!

"Everyone, follow me!"

"Stop those enemies!"

Of course, there were those trying to fight for their lives, and naturally, there were those trying to escape.

However, these people didn't have time to escape before being intercepted by the ambushing wizards.

Among the Myriad Worlds Alliance army, the defecting wizards were even worse.

Wald hid at the very back of the crowd, his face as pale as a dead man.

His legs were trembling, his teeth chattering, and only one thought cycled frantically in his mind: If the leader loses, how will they deal with traitors?

At this moment, all the defecting wizards couldn't help but feel regret.

And within the camp of the four major factions, the situation was bizarre.

The Tier 8 wizards of the Star Ring Alliance were flying desperately toward the battlefield while cursing the Crimson Throne wizards: "Do you have no shame! Four against one! Would it kill you to share one with us!"

The Void Architecture Institute wizards were more direct; they had already given up on rushing, turning instead to cast spatial seals on the Crimson Throne wizards, trying to trap them in place.

The Anti-Entropy Alliance wizards transformed into energy torrents of various colors, permeating from all directions, shouting as they rushed: "Move aside, move aside, let me in!"

The Crimson Throne wizards responsible for interception were grinning from ear to ear, desperately blocking in front of others: "No, no, we saw this one first! The next one, the next one will definitely be yours!"

"Bullshit! Who knows if there will be a next one!"

"Then you go catch one yourself!"

"How can we catch one if you're blocking us!"

They were arguing until their faces were red, but their movements were not slow at all.

Some cast law domains, some released energy barriers, and some just grabbed the opponent's waist directly.

A group of Tier 8 wizards were wrestling like street thugs, the scene chaotic beyond words.

But in this chaos, their interception of other Myriad Worlds Alliance troops never slacked.

Any Myriad Worlds Alliance creature attempting to approach the battlefield or support the leader was casually dealt with by them.

Some were slapped away, some were pierced by beams of light, and others didn't even know how they died.

These Tier 8 wizards, who were the peak even among Tier 8s, completely revealed the ferocity of their power; even while fighting and killing enemies at the same time, they were still as relaxed as if brushing dust off their bodies.

In the center of the battlefield, energy erupted once again.

The four Tier 8 wizards of the Crimson Throne simultaneously unleashed their strongest strike.

Four blood dragons that had devoured massive amounts of enemy energy merged into one, their size swelling a hundredfold, carrying power that would annihilate everything, crashing head-on into the leader's chest.

The leader's body fluctuated violently, its silhouette beginning to blur, its figure beginning to tremble like a cloud of smoke blown away by a gale.

It roared, trying to re-condense its power.

But the four Tier 8 wizards didn't give it any chance to breathe; as the blood dragons dissipated, more attacks followed one after another.

When the aftermath dissipated, the figures of the four Tier 8 wizards were revealed.

Their clothes were a bit messy, a few strands of hair blown away by the energy aftermath, but that was all.

There wasn't even a scar on their faces, their auras still terrifyingly stable.

And opposite them, that silhouette that had once made the entire void tremble was now fluctuating violently, its edges constantly dissipating and reforming, reforming and dissipating.

Its sense of existence was still there, but it no longer had the majesty that crushed everything before.

The leader hovered in the void, looking at the four Tier 8 wizards approaching, and for the first time, an emotion called "fear" appeared in its eyes. "These guys who call themselves wizards, what kind of monsters are they?!!!"

In the distance, Jie Ming stood beside Clark, watching this scene, unable to speak for a long time.

"Mentor." Jie Ming couldn't help but speak.

"Hmm."

"That Tier 9... how much longer can it hold on?"

Clark glanced at the violently fluctuating silhouette in the center of the battlefield and spat out two words faintly: "Not long." ===== CHAPTER 603 =====