Chapter 441: Infinite

"What form is this? How could magic possibly reach such a degree?" Oma looked in fearful astonishment at Jiang Xia before him, and he actually felt an extremely strong sense of threat.

Oma looked at Jiang Xia in shock, he considered himself already standing at the pinnacle of this world, possessing power capable of overturning the world, but at this moment his body actually trembled under his gaze, deep in his heart it felt as if shrouded by a fear that seemed omnipresent.

That fear was like an omnipresent spiderweb, causing your thoughts to gradually stagnate in that fear until submerged by the pitch-black sea.

Although the enemy before him was entirely sparkling bright, he nevertheless saw himself plunged into boundless darkness.

"Interesting, you can actually feel it!" Jiang Xia raised his hand to appraise the silver-white armor on his body, "As expected of the Philosopher's Stone, just as I thought, it can draw out the power within one's body to the greatest extent."

After use, the Philosopher's Stone can produce magic-like miracles, and Jiang Xia uses the Philosopher's Stone to guide out the power within his body, which is the same as Cao Zhenqingren using the Hope Magic Ring in its basic form to unconditionally summon and use all elemental magic dragons.

Now, Jiang Xia has also guided out the magical part within his body through the Philosopher's Stone, obtaining a great power surpassing the peak of magicians.

Therefore, the ugly monster before him sensed a certain deadly threat, unrelated to appearance, but rather through perception beyond that of ordinary people, he faintly detected the power Jiang Xia possessed within.

His body presented an elegant form like that of a diamond, his entire body appearing extraordinarily splendid.

Beautiful luster flowed across the silver-white robe, as if crafted from a single piece of the most precious diamond.

Shoulders spread, wrists and ankles adorned with silver-white gemstones; even standing here he gives off a feeling of preciousness and splendor, the kind you dare not touch.

This outfit is truly excellent, just as the Dragon Clan likes shiny things, Jiang Xia also likes it; this outfit was crafted by the Philosopher's Stone according to his aesthetic.

The ugly, ferocious gold magician was almost blinded by the light emitted from the silver-white Infinite Form, which also blazed his pitch-black eyes.

It was too dazzling, like a moving humanoid gemstone, so dazzling it hardly resembled a magician's battle robe.

At the moment Jiang Xia stepped forward, the blood-red light of death instantly enveloped Oma's hand-held scythe, the blade's edge already having substantiated blood slowly dripping down.

This seemingly slow step completely detonated his inner fear and unease; he tightly gripped the crimson scythe in his hand, using all his strength to face the enemy before him—should not be called an enemy, but this superhuman monster.

Beneath that splendid robe lay a terrifying creature capable of burying the sun.

The red light on his body flashed and vanished; he planted his legs, swung the massive scythe in his hand toward Jiang Xia, and in that instant the air was cleanly cut, his body disappearing in the unpredictable haste.

In the moment of attack, Oma had stacked who-knows-how-many self-enhancing magics on his body; he knew pure attack magic would be useless, and even in melee this strike could not gravely wound such a beyond-cognition monster.

He merely hoped this attack could briefly breach Jiang Xia's defenses, giving him a weak point for continuous assault. And in the domain from acceleration to stillness, that blood-red scythe aimed straight at Jiang Xia's neck and swung down; it was strange to Oma that he felt no defensive magic at all—knowing this was a physical attack, and Jiang Xia also made no defensive move, as if intending to fully withstand this attack.

Faced with this situation, Oma felt a slight unease deep inside, yet he still swung down without hesitation, regardless of any special abilities—he would have to fight to find out.

Gripping the scythe with both hands, capable of cutting a person in half, it let out a huge blood blade several meters long amid a roaring sound, and chopped straight at the right side of Jiang Xia's neck.

"Clang!"

The blood blade struck head-on the diamond-like armor, emitting a deafening boom; a fierce wind from behind Jiang Xia turned into a penetrating shockwave, instantly blasting a huge hole in the outer wall of the tower, and undiminished directly tore a vacuum channel through the thick clouds in the sky.

But even though this blow directly gave the clouds a part, Oma's ferocious face was filled with an expression of utter disbelief.

Having stacked who-knows-how-many layers of magic onto an unstoppable weapon, even if there were a mountain before him he could cleave it, yet now he saw what? Unscathed?

The diamond-like battle attire didn't even emit a spark, nor was the skin scratched; if not for the tremendous impact from the wall, Oma might even suspect he merely placed the weapon on his neck, having launched no attack at all.

"Is that all your attack?" Jiang Xia looked at the blood-red scythe resting on his neck; he stood unmoving, having withstood that blow's force, while Oma's attack was truly strong—destroying the Magic Kingdom would be effortless.

Jiang Xia raised his diamond-encased right hand; a deep, resonant dragon roar suddenly rang out, a huge white dragon shimmering, gathering incomparable power into the condensed fist! As Jiang Xia gripped his fist and struck, unbelievable force like surging waves surged from that punch—just raise hand, swing fist, rely on no means, then boom, striking Oma's chest.

"Boom!"

That incomparable immense force suddenly bombarded Oma's body; the surging power instantly shattered everything around, the countless magicians' painstakingly maintained tower, under this near-substantial shockwave, was directly utterly shattered by this earth-shaking force! The magicians inside the tower could no longer endure; this massive flood penetrated every corner of the tower, and Cao Zhenqingren, who was clashing in basic flame form nearby due to proximity, were both flung off and fell from the tower together.

And the Court Magicians inside the tower also swiftly flew out the window using flight magic, completely unaware of what had happened, the violent explosion and roar deafening everyone's ears,

But the Court Magician Captain's face was full of strangeness; this shouldn't be, the situation is off, the tower was destroyed, why hasn't there been an explosion, what about the magic stored in the Magic Power Circulation System? He lifted his gaze to the shattered tower, dust like a volcanic vent continually staining the azure sky.

At this moment, a silvery-bright storm swept up from the dust-filled sky, forming a vortex connecting heaven and earth, exposing everything hidden in the dust.

It was a great tree constructed from human bones, countless pallid skeletons appearing where the tower had vanished, innumerable hollow-eyed skulls gazing at the sky, as if yearning for something.

And when the tower collapsed, nearly all the magicians of the Magic Kingdom had already seen this gigantic tree forged from human flesh and blood.

Not a single magician inside the tower suffered casualties, yet the entire tower, built over countless ages by the Magic Kingdom and everything stored within, turned into sky‑filling dust—except for this white bone tree. (End of chapter)