Chapter 982: Slaying the Evil Sorcerer

"As you command, Master!"

The ancient Hellfire Dragon Pasuvio took the command loudly, without a hint of hesitation. With it leading, the dozens of great Demons dared not question, responded with a roar, rose and sprinted out of the throne hall to summon the Demon army under its command.

A moment later, the entire Wanglong Fortress stirred, the steel gates flung open, and hordes of Demons surged out like a tide.

On the northern shore of Gamaran, demon lairs everywhere boiled.

The succubus lord's army poured out, over two million Demons quickly assembled, marching toward the river in the middle of the plain.

Bang bang bang bang…

A thousand Dark Angels stepped out of the fortress camp, their synchronized footsteps sounded as one, and their terrifying presence made the Demons keep a wide distance.

Ailoti Xiya stepped out of the hall and appeared on the plaza.

Pasuvio revealed his true draconic form, over sixty meters from head to tail, its dark red scales patterned with ink‑green markings, wings spread to block the sky, a pair of dragon eyes burning with evil fire, two multi‑meter-long horns sweeping back to form a thorny crown atop its head.

"Master."

The Hellfire Dragon reined in its draconic might and crouched, its head lowering beneath the steps where the succubus stood.

Ailoti Xiya stepped onto the dragon's horns as a ladder, climbed to its head, stood steady in the middle of the crown, and ordered, "Advance!"

Her voice echoed across Wanglong Fortress, and hundreds of thousands of Demons looked up and roared.

"Roar…"

Pasuvio let out a soaring dragon roar, flapped its massive wings into the sky, carrying Ailoti Xiya out of Wanglong Fortress, heading south.

From above, the Demon army resembled a black flood, spilling over toward the opposite bank of the Gamaran River.

Such a massive force already alarmed the Demons on the southern bank.

"Today's battle scale surpasses any in history; it will decide who becomes the sole lord of the Gamaran Plain…" Pasuvio's heart surged. It submitted to Ailoti Xiya mainly to survive, and also because it witnessed her overwhelming power, especially those invincible terrifying warriors, which could likely unify the entire plain.

If the Master becomes the sole lord of Gamaran, it, as the first loyal servant, will reap great benefits.

The farther the Master goes, the higher its status!

Boom!

On the opposite bank, atop Luodong Hill, a deafening blast rang out like a volcanic eruption, a massive pillar of flame shooting skyward like beacon fire, visible across the entire Gamaran Plain.

This is Baro Flame Demon's signal to muster the army!

"Bruckantick has sensed our attack, Master; it is summoning other Demon Lords." Pasuvio's dragon mouth spoke mid‑flight, its eyes gravely focused.

"Hmm."

Ailoti Xiya gave a faint reply, then fell silent.

The battle had already begun.

While issuing the attack order, Lei En's figure vanished from the iron throne, slaying two Demon Lords before the enemy could notice.

She couldn't help thinking, "I wonder how things are going?"

Time rewound to fifteen minutes ago.

Lei En's spirit leapt into the high sky, discerned direction, cast a teleportation spell to cross dozens of li, appearing on the western side of the Gamaran Plain. This was the river's upstream, about five or six li from the river, where a towering spire rose from the earth.

Centered on the spire, a radius of over ten li was the domain of the evil sorcerer Sel.

The spire was built of black stone, a plain cylindrical design about one hundred fifty meters tall, erected in the middle of a black‑stone paved plaza, surrounded by numerous Demon camps, countless Demon armies moving within.

At the sharp pinnacle burned a flame, within which a single eye glowed.

It emitted a straight beam that could reach ten thousand meters, patrolling the domain back and forth like a living thing.

"Spirit Demon Eye."

Lei En chuckled inwardly; he was far too familiar with this rune formation.

On the Duke of Silver Star's spire a Spirit Demon Eye was fixed; when he first crossed into Longshande, he was amazed by its great power and felt deep awe.

Now it seemed no more than that; the rune formation composed of the spells 'True Knowledge', 'Global Vision', 'Death Ray', and 'Mind Shock' had none reaching the ninth ring, posing little threat to Saint Rank cultivators.

According to the intelligence Ailoti Xiya supplied, the evil sorcerer Sel spent almost all his time in his spire, meditating, training, or conducting magical experiments.

Under normal circumstances, Sel rarely left the spire.

All-Seeing Eye activated.

Lei En's gaze pierced the tower, scanning up and down, and soon located the target.

"As expected, it's inside."

The evil sorcerer Sel was in a magical laboratory on the middle floor of the spire; before his fall he had been a human black wizard, clad in a flamboyant fire‑red robe, appearing as a handsome middle‑aged man, though his face still bore an unmistakable wickedness.

He was dissecting a fire‑demon priest.

The fire‑demon was a great Demon, still alive and wailing incessantly, yet the sorcerer seemed completely deaf; his expression was intensely focused, not noticing anyone watching from the shadows.

Lei En had no interest in his experiment, shifted his gaze, and observed the other arrangements inside the spire.

Meanwhile.

Reslin teleported to the southeast of the Gamaran Plain, entering the domain of the King of Hatred. The area was dead‑still, starkly different from the Demon camps; the dim ground bore almost no moving figure, yet underground tens of thousands of undead lurked.

The King of Hatred was an undead, and its army was an undead legion.

In just two minutes, Reslin located the King of Hatred's necrotic lair, a massive maze‑like dungeon hundreds of meters below the surface, shrouded in darkness, the air reeking of rotting corpses, with several channels of green water winding around the central hall.

The King of Hatred was working inside the hall.

It stood twelve meters tall, its grotesquely bloated body stitched together from countless corpses, skin pallid, a large cavity in its abdomen exposing rotting intestines. Besides its two hands, a mutated arm sprouted from its back, and each of its three arms wielded a massive crude weapon: a heavy hammer, a giant axe, and a great cleaver.

The King of Hatred muttered to itself, though nothing could be understood, as if it held no meaning at all.

It resembled a butcher standing before a massive cutting table.

Bang bang bang…

The huge cleaver swung in its hand, chopping Demon corpses into fragments, flesh and blood spraying, while it reassembled the shredded bodies.

The King of Hatred could not cast spells, but it had been granted by the Lord of the Dead a power to stitch bodies together, endow undead with Willpower, and forge a new Hatred.

Reslin observed covertly for a few seconds, formulating a casting strategy.

At this moment, through the Dark Angel's eyes, the Demon army of Wang Long Fortress received orders and began to move.

Lei En activated the "Titanium Gold Holy Sword", metal flowing over his arm, and in an instant a dark‑gold greatsword coalesced in his right palm—plain in shape, with no enchantments, yet its material comparable to a Legend Grade weapon, heavy and sharp.

"Attack."

Reslin, shrouded by a rainbow‑light cloak and invisibility, drifted silently into the hall, raised the Endless Storm in his hand, and the deep‑red sigil on his finger accelerated the casting.

The King of Loathing's perception was extremely keen, and he instantly turned to look toward Reslin's position.

But it was already too late.

Time Stop!

The entire hall of the dungeon froze, silent and still; everything was immobilized, the King of Loathing's thoughts also stalled, his ugly features frozen in a puzzled expression.

The Endless Storm radiated magical brilliance, and spells began to take shape one after another.

At the same time.

Lei En used Location Teleportation Technique, ignoring the tower's spatial seal to enter the magical laboratory inside the tower, appearing behind the Evil Sorcerer Sai Er.

"Hm?"

The Evil Sorcerer Lord immediately sensed an intrusion, decisively abandoned the experiment, didn't even turn to see who the enemy was, and his figure vanished in an instant.

In the next instant, the Evil Sorcerer teleported to the tower's top floor.

He was the tower's master, constantly aware of everything inside, and during the teleportation he had already sensed the enemy's appearance.

"A Dream Demon?"

The Evil Sorcerer was greatly surprised, unable to comprehend how the Dream Demon entered his tower, but this did not stop him from launching a counterattack.

Almost as he vanished, the magical laboratory turned into a cage, trapping Lei En inside.

Boom!

Countless dark‑green flames swept the entire laboratory, temperature soaring and explosions erupting, destroying everything and engulfing Lei En's figure in the sea of fire.

A beam pierced the flames toward Lei En, and a pitch‑black hole opened beneath his feet.

Eight-Ring Evil Flame Technique;

Eight-Ring Death Ray;

Nine-ring Dark Well.

The Evil Sorcerer Lord, leveraging the tower's home‑field advantage, instantly unleashed three High Ring Spells in one breath, as if he already envisioned the enemy reduced to ash.

Then he saw the Dream Demon standing there motionless; the high‑temperature evil flame burned the opponent but had no effect.

The Death Ray vanished outright.

The Dark Well, which can draw matter in and compress it to powder, generated a suction that could not move the Dream Demon's body a single step.

Two Eight-Ring Spells and one Nine-ring Spell caused no damage to the Dream Demon.

He stood in the flames as if bathing.

"This..."

The Evil Sorcerer Lord's eyes widened, his face full of horror, and then he saw the Dream Demon lift its head; its gaze seemed able to pierce layer after layer of ground, seeing himself atop the tower, a handsome face bearing a sinister smile.

"He's casting!"

The Evil Sorcerer realized it too late to act; an invisible wave of magical brilliance spread, penetrating matter and space, enveloping the entire tower.

Time Stop within a several‑hundred‑meter radius!

Sai Er was a twenty‑one‑level Evil Sorcerer; his resistance to Time Stop was far higher than that of ordinary Saint Rank cultivators. He instantly grasped what was happening, his thoughts struggling, trying to use the tower's power to break free from the Time Stop.

In the next instant, the Dream Demon's spirit leapt to the front.

The dark‑gold greatsword flashed by.

The Evil Sorcerer vanished.

The blade struck the opponent's neck for an instant, triggering a constant spell that teleported the Evil Sorcerer to a secret chamber on the tower's lower level. The chamber was layered with rune arrays that sealed space and were pre‑set to activate a protective field the moment its master entered.

Lei En was unsurprised, and again leapt his spirit into the secret chamber.

The Evil Sorcerer Lord had just escaped a disaster and considered the chamber very safe; even while still within the Time Stop radius, the Dream Demon could not locate him for the moment.

If he waited a few seconds, he could counter the enemy.

But before the Evil Sorcerer could rejoice, the Dream Demon reappeared before him, still slashing a sword.

Puff!

The Evil Sorcerer was split head‑to‑toe, yet no blood spilled; his body dissolved like foam, disappearing without a trace.

"Nine-ring Substitute Death Spell!"

Lei En frowned slightly, unable to locate where the Evil Sorcerer's true body had shifted; the only certainty was that it remained somewhere in the tower.

Half of the Time Stop had elapsed, with three seconds remaining.

Strong energy fluctuations surged in the chamber; three or four Eight‑Ring and Nine‑ring spells were brewing, ready to erupt as soon as Time Stop ended.

"The caster is hard to kill."

Lei En couldn't help but sigh; being inside the opponent's tower, his home ground, made the kill even harder.

He decisively gave up searching for the Evil Sorcerer, leapt his spirit to a hall on the tower's lower level, where several teleportation circles were laid on the floor, leading to Baro Flame Demon, other Demon Lords' lairs, and some unknown destinations.

A sword slash, Reverse Slash of Ninth Level!

Boom!

A massive sword beam, tens of meters long, descended, carving a deep trench across the teleportation hall's floor, destroying all the teleportation circles.

Time Stop had one second left.

Lei En turned and leapt his spirit to the top floor, appearing before a platform half a human tall, on which a massive crystal sphere—about the size of a head—was mounted, surrounded by intricate rune arrays with massive energy flowing.

This is the tower's control core!

Lei En raised his sword and cut, causing a transparent force field to appear over the control platform, repelling the Titanium Gold Holy Sword.

Devastating Critical!

Terrifying power erupted from the sword, the incredibly sturdy force field instantly collapsed like an eggshell, and the sword tip pierced the crystal ball.

With a bang.

The crystal ball shattered, exploding into countless fragments, and just then, Time Stop ended.

"No!"

A desperate scream rang out from within the high tower.

The control core was destroyed, the immense energy immediately ran rampant, instantly shattering the hundreds of runic magic arrays set up in the tower, explosions erupted on nearly every floor, large numbers of demons and monsters imprisoned in the magic cages gained freedom, letting out ferocious roars, and the entire tower began to shake.

Found you!

Lei En traced the sound, locked onto the warlock's position, leapt with his mind, and entered a meditation chamber on the tower's upper level.

"Who exactly are you?" the warlock shrieked hysterically.

As he shouted, he had clearly already sensed Lei En would leap over, casting spells in advance; the meditation chamber held over a dozen identical warlocks, half were phantoms created by Mirror Shadow Technique, half were duplicates summoned by Mirror Image Technique, all of them casting spells.

As soon as Lei En appeared, he was engulfed by a torrent of spells.

He relied on over a dozen spells hitting himself; these spells lacked tower support, only one was ninth-ring, the rest mostly eighth-ring or lower, and the spell energy was completely absorbed by the Energy Furnace.

Amid the spell torrent, Lei En casually pointed and unleashed an instant-cast spell.

Seventh-ring Dimensional Anchor!

This Dimensional Anchor landed on a warlock's phantom; his face showed horror, not understanding how Lei En could instantly spot his true form, and it interrupted the teleportation spell he was about to complete.

Lei En stood in place, swung his sword, and released a blade of light.

While the sword light was still flying, he completed his second spell, Ninth-ring Anti-Magic Field!

The spells filling the sky vanished instantly, the warlock's Mirror Images and phantoms also disappeared, leaving only him alone facing Lei En. His many magical items, constant spells, and protections—all magical fluctuations were severed, losing their effect.

"Anti-magic..." the warlock shrieked sharply.

Before his words faded, a dark-golden blazing sword light slashed forward, breaking through like bamboo, splitting his magical shield with an explosive bang.

Whoosh!

The sword light howled past.

The warlock lord split in two and collapsed, blood pouring out.

(End of chapter)