"Who are you!?"
Waldman showed a look of terror, with vicious vines extending from behind him, eyes bloodshot, shouting at a chanical puppet and assuming a defensive stance as if facing a great enemy.
The magic power fluctuation of the magic wand in his right hand nearly reached its limit. Waldman’s left hand slowly reached for his waist, and Green knew that was where she hid her one-ti consumable for survival.
In such an ergency, what exactly happened?
Within the chanical puppet, Green’s Saint Trace Soul looked towards the horrified Alderman, perceiving with all his might. Besides the faint absurdity he felt, there was nothing unusual on the surface, only an empty space with occasional Earth Pulmonary Qi bubbles.
Connected in perception, Green’s true body hidden within Waterfla Mountain breathed slightly faster, appearing sowhat tense.
Green knew that the ti-related treasures around Waldman had certainly reached the limit she could bear, and the surroundings were beginning to show superconductive chrono phenona.
For a Stigma Sorcerer, these unknown mysterious phenona might be unusual and unknown, but for a Half-Step Chronos Third-Level Great Sorcerer, it’s like a fearful mortal facing ghosts, a normal reaction.
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!
Green’s trusted wizard subordinate was notably valiant, capable of standing out among many Great Witch Hunters with so extraordinary ans. At this ti, countless plant seeds unknowingly ford a hexagonal cage that invoked the energy-isolating sealing rule, enveloping the empty sea area.
"Die for !"
Waldman roared, his once sowhat dignified face now consud by fear and ferocity, ferociously waving his limbs.
In a wide destructive witchcraft display, over a dozen chanical puppets unable to dodge were swept away, the rolling seawater surging violently, and Waldman panted slightly.
"Huff, huff..."
Hidden within the chanical puppet, Green’s soul continued watching Waldman with the cold eyes of an observer.
The vague anxiety from the heart indicated that the superconductive chrono phenona persisted, yet as Green was too powerful, even a re wisp of his soul remained unaffected, while the Third-Level Great Sorcerer found himself deeply mired within.
Apart from external disturbances imperceptible by outsiders, what other abilities did these superconductive phenona possess?
Green speculated as he watched Waldman, but this trusted wizard showed no further anomalies, likely because the influence of the superconductive chrono phenona wasn’t deep enough yet.
...
A month later.
The split soul within the chanical puppet still silently observed the frequently talking-to-himself, exhausted and crazed Alderman.
Throughout the month, her exposure to the superconductive chrono phenona had noticeably worsened. She attempted to hand over so Sands of Ti to a chanical puppet to deliver to Green, but it had no effect.
She dared not seek help from Green, fearing his accusation of her greed, and thus the superconductive chrono phenona worsened, even affecting her judgnt of reality.
"If this tornt continues long-term, it’s feared her cognition as a wizard will be greatly diminished, let alone exploring the Truth Mystery."
In Waterfla Mountain, observing this poor trusted wizard’s ntal tornt, Green couldn’t bear to conduct further in-depth experintal observations.
"However, the influence of the superconductive chrono phenona should be mainly on the mind. It doesn’t seem to affect... wait!"
Suddenly, Green thought of the Ti Hourglass Stigmata Wizard.
If it doesn’t affect reality, wouldn’t the Ti Hourglass Stigmata Wizard be rendered incapable in battle!?
On the other side.
Waldman, who had been in a frenzy throughout the month with the month’s end approaching for collecting Sands of Ti, was constantly muttering, appearing ntally exhausted. It seed he was extrely afraid of these Sands of Ti, instinctively wanting to stay away.
Swish, swish, swish, swish...
His eyes bloodshot as if sensing sothing, Waldman turned sharply. Although visibly empty apart from seawater, a shadow in Waldman’s pupils gradually enlarged with terrifying disbelief. As he was about to counterattack, his body froze as though it refused to obey.
The chanical puppets, only capable of simple, command-following intelligence, were oblivious without finding any adversary; thus, they continued robotically delivering collected Sands of Ti.
"No..."
A hoarse sound issued from deep within his throat, like the parched ’moan*’ of a desert traveler.
Slowly, Waldman’s arm raised unnaturally, the motion sluggish and highly uncoordinated, with the other limbs beginning to make stiff and twisted movents.
How could this still be an illusory phenonon!?
Crackle, crackle, crackle!
With continuous Elental Teleport, black arcs absorbed the twisted light from all directions as Green, walking in True Ti, shot toward Vine Manacles Waldman.
Despite the Face of Truth beneath his three-colored light eyes, Green’s true body identified no peculiar phenona, not even any ominous sixth sense with the split soul, yet he was shocked by the barely alive Waldman before him.
"I’m here!"
Green struck Waldman on the shoulder with his hand.
In an instant, an eerie, absurd chill rushed along, as if a layer of frost encased the body, blood stopped for a mont, and the heart suddenly tightened as though sothing forcefully grabbed it!
Beneath the Face of Truth, Green’s pupils suddenly shrunk to needlepoints!
Nothing could be sensed, yet another scene seed born from imagination, an eerie shadow silently standing behind him, incongruent with the real world, seemingly trying to pull him out from reality, out of the True Ti.
"Fourth Layer of Wild Instinct! Elental Embodint! Repulsion!"
An overwhelming power instantly burst forth from the Green’s body flowing with Seven-Colored Runes, and the hundred-ter Barbarian Giant Sun Chaser stood roaring. Following that, black flas burned intensely as the Black Devouring Fla Soul Giant’s front and back mouths let out coordinated sounds of laughter and cries.
The more than two-hundred-ter Elental Giant clasped its hands together, and following a roar, an unbelievable repulsion force radiated from it as the center.
Rumble, rumble...
The seawater around him instantly beca a vacuum. Under the unparalleled Rule Power of repulsion driven by magic, the seawater within a thousand-ter radius of the Elental Giant surged in all directions, shaking everything around away.
Then, the Fla Giant’s head turned one hundred and eighty degrees, yet the space behind remained empty, uncovering no unknown or incomprehensible phenona.
Splash, splash...
A mont later, the vacuum areas in the seawater were replenished without magical support. In silence, the Fla Giant extended its hand, finding Waldman unconscious in a space cage, face pale and barely breathing.
Through the split soul, the bizarre, absurd feeling had disappeared.
"Is it because my influence on the real world was too imnse, causing these conduits of ti to erode the open reality gaps created by the Sands of Ti phenona, which I then compensated for?"
With soul fluctuation, Green reached out to Xiao Ba.
"You head to the Hourglass Ti Sand Secret Realm and request the Ti Hourglass Stigmata Wizard to visit the Parasitic Spore World." (To be continued. If you enjoyed this work, please visit Qidian (qidian) to vote for recomndations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian to read.)
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