Chapter 570: Chapter 487: Wanton Crushing (Part 2)
"Mental Scream!"
A wizard from the Chaos Secret Sect opened his mouth, releasing a silent psychic shock that directly affected the soul level.
"Curse of the Rain!!!"
Finally, a female wizard formed seals with both hands, and the sky poured down black "droplets" exuding a dense ominous aura.
Each drop of rain contained vicious curses capable of corroding the flesh, polluting the soul, and weakening energy.
The combined attack of thirteen Fifth Level Wizards completely surpassed the full-force explosions of the two wizards from the Chaos Secret Sect and the Tower of Annihilation.
The entire area was engulfed by chaotic energy currents.
However.
At the center of this storm of destruction.
Jeming didn’t even lift an eyelid.
The dark golden light at his fingertips had already condensed to the size of a soybean.
Then, he casually swept his finger in a circle.
The dark golden light expanded outward in a fan shape, starting from his fingertip.
Where the light passed.
Rock tentacles melted away like snow under the sun.
Elemental attacks disintegrated into basic particles upon touching the light.
Psychic shock erased entirely by the power contained in the light.
The Curse of the Rain evaporated into black smoke mid-air before even entering the area covered by the light, dissipating without a trace.
With just one "sweep."
The combined attack of thirteen wizards vanished like smoke.
And the aftereffects of the dark golden light even casually "brushed" against the three newly charging obsidian rock giants.
Poof, poof, poof.
Three soft sounds.
The thirty-meter-high giants crumbled like sand sculptures, disintegrating into lifeless rubble.
The entire scene was dead silent.
All wizards stared dumbfounded at this scene.
They knew Jeming was strong.
But to such an extent...
It was beyond their understanding of conventional wizards!
"His move has a flaw!"
The monocle-wearing wizard suddenly shouted sternly.
His "Eye of Truth" had just operated at full power, capturing every detail of Jeming’s release of the dark golden light.
"It takes about 0.1 seconds to charge before the attack! Although short, for the reaction speed of a Fifth Level Wizard, this interval is enough to respond!"
"This is our only chance, seize that 0.1-second charging interval!"
This rapidly conveyed information through spiritual power lit up the eyes of the wizards present.
"Go!"
The first to move was a wizard clad in tight leather armor, wielding two short blades.
This wizard was one of the rare kind specializing in "close combat techniques."
In the instant Jeming finished releasing the dark golden light, the wizard’s body vanished.
He stomped the ground fiercely, his body tearing through the air, generating a deafening sonic boom cloud.
The ground beneath his feet cracked into a several-meter diameter pit, and within a moment, he had crossed hundreds of meters, appearing behind Jeming.
The twin blades crossed, slashing towards Jeming’s neck.
This strike gathered all his power, speed, and understanding of the "Slashing" Law.
The paths of the blades cut through the space, creating two slender black cracks.
Clang!!!!
The sound of metal clashing echoed across the battlefield.
The short blades stopped three inches from Jeming’s neck.
Blocked by a thin, almost invisible transparent armor.
Ruins Armor.
Jeming didn’t even turn around.
He simply stood there, allowing those space-cutting blades to hit his Ruins Armor.
"What the...?!"
The close combat wizard’s pupils contracted sharply.
He wanted to retreat, change moves, initiate protective witchcraft.
But it was too late.
Jeming’s left hand casually swung backwards like swatting a fly.
The motion wasn’t fast.
But in the perception of that close combat wizard, that palm seemed to fill the heavens and earth, blocking all escape routes, carrying a "inevitable hit" sense as it came at him.
He could only raise his twin blades for protection.
Pop.
A soft sound echoed, like something being smashed.
Then, the close combat wizard, along with his twin blades, transformed into scattered blood mist.
Only after this did the second wave of attacks from the other wizards belatedly arrive.
Fireballs, ice arrows, thunder spears, poison clouds, curses, psychic shocks...
Numerous attacks of different attributes blasted from all directions towards Jeming.
Jeming didn’t even bother to dodge.
He just stood there, allowing those attacks to hit him.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Explosions resounded unceasingly.
The chaotic energy currents turned over the surrounding ground again.
Dust and smoke rose sky high.
But when the dust settled, Jeming still stood there.
His gray robe remained spotless, his expression as calm as ever.
Even the ground beneath him showed no new cracks—all the force was perfectly absorbed and transformed by the Ruins Armor.
"How is this possible..."
"What kind of defense is this..."
"Even Sixth Level protective magic couldn’t easily block the combined attack of so many of us!"
The wizards began to break down.
Can’t break through.
Just can’t break through!
Attack ineffective, defense invincible, able to instantly kill even the most formidable close combatant among them with a casual strike...
How can this fight continue?!
"Let me do it!"
The speaker was a female wizard who had been forming seals with both hands, chanting ancient and profane spells since the beginning.
After what was an agonizingly long preparation, her spell was finally completed!
The surrounding space started to seep with ominous black mist, faintly revealing countless faces suffering in agony rolling within it.
This was her trump card "Soul Corruption Curse," capable of directly eroding the soul origin of the target, polluting and twisting it, ultimately "corrupting" it into a puppet devoid of self-awareness.
To unleash this curse, she even burned a portion of her soul as fuel.
A pitch-black beam, seemingly containing all the malice of the world, shot from her palm, straight at Jeming.
This time, Jeming finally reacted.
He... revealed a strange expression.
He tilted his head, gazing at the approaching curse beam with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
Then, under the astonished gaze of everyone, he actively dispelled the Ruins Armor on his chest.
Leaving a small area without any protection.
"Has he gone mad?!"
"Courting death!!!"
Under the wizards’ eyes filled with surprise and joy, the pitch-black beam hit the exposed area on Jeming’s chest unimpeded.
Then...
It sank in.
Disappeared.
Like a cow sinking into the sea, not stirring a single ripple.
And Jeming revealed a playful expression.
"So brave..."
He muttered softly.
Then, at the spot on his chest, a tiny white light quietly lit up.
This was the automatic counterattack of the Profound Gang Red Dust Barrier.
The power of the Profound Gang Red Dust Barrier followed the invisible connection between the spell and the caster, instantly hitting the female wizard who cast the curse.
She didn’t even have time to scream; her body began to melt away like snow under sunlight.
Skin, muscles, bones, internal organs, soul... layer by layer transformed into fundamental light particles, dispersing into the air.
In an instant, the place where she once stood became completely empty, leaving only a wisp of fragrance belonging to the "Wish Power of All Beings" drifting away with the wind.
The pupils of the other wizards shrank suddenly, but Jeming no longer wanted to "play" with them.
One wizard seemed particularly perceptive, and as he sensed the change in Jeming’s mindset, he flew away suddenly without warning.
"Where did this monster come from?! No, his information must be brought back..."
As this wizard pondered, Jeming appeared beside this wizard, who seemed to be from the Tower of Annihilation, as if by instant teleportation.
In his terrified gaze, Jeming raised his right hand, clenched his fist.
Then, struck down!
His fist effortlessly penetrated the reactive shield constructed by two conflicting energies, Jeming’s powerful body directly bypassed the shield’s repulsive reaction.
In the dumbfounded gaze of the wizard, Jeming smashed him with a single punch!
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