A Sorcerer's Journey Chapter 736: A Thin Line Apart

Green, transford by the fourth layer of Wild Instinct into an Ancient Dragon Giant, was unprecedentedly powerful.

Each step of the four-fingered giant claws beneath his feet caused spider-web-like cracks to spread. After the claws departed, black smoke rose, leaving scorched red marks. The raw power naturally exuded by the Ancient Dragon Giant had already reached such an extent!

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

At over fifty ters tall, Green matched the tal Giant Holmzi, created to fight with chanical bursts. As soon as the Ancient Dragon Giant stepped into the range of the mysterious magnetic field shaped by the tallic cape, he was struck by the incredible rate at which his Physical Strength was being siphoned away by the magnetic field.

Crack, crack, crack...

A long sectioned tal tail, wrapped in light blue electric sparks, coiled over, with arcs of electricity crackling. The second miniature destruction cannon located on the tal Giant’s chest was charging up for an attack.

The fifty-ter-tall Ancient Dragon Giant was about to dodge the tal tail, but then suddenly the "Little Fatty" chanical puppet, a miniature sphere, rushed from the side, blocking the Ancient Dragon Giant’s escape path.

The unassuming little sphere caused the Ancient Dragon Giant to co to a sudden halt, and in the next mont, he was entangled by the tal tail.

Crackle!

The light blue arc of electricity instantly turned a deep purple, and the entire space began to flicker with the arcs as the Ancient Dragon Giant roared in pain and flapped his wings fiercely.

"Roar!"

Unequaled strength!

With a "whoosh," a fierce wind blew, and the high-pressure air waves swirling around his body "buzzed," turning into tangible entities, spreading more than twenty ters outward from his body.

The explosive strength from the Ancient Dragon Giant not only completely shattered the tal tail wrapped around him into scattered tal components but also pushed away a white space within the mysterious magnetic field that the tallic cape had laid out.

Holmzi’s tal Giant, however, seed unconcerned, even revealing a victorious smile.

The tip of the tal tail, which had been broken apart by the high-pressure waves emanating from the Ancient Dragon Giant, held a syringe tip akin to a scorpion tail’s venomous sting, piercing into the left chest of the Ancient Dragon Giant—this was the heavy tal radioactive toxin developed by Holmzi.

Even more terrifying, this was a split of the liquid tal chanical puppet, whose liquid fla would adjust its ability based on the target’s bodily resistance structure to inflict maximum damage.

"You are already... hmm!?"

Suddenly, as the Ancient Dragon Giant showed no reaction to the injected heavy tal radioactive toxin, and the ground beneath him rumbled from a sweeping tail, sending a rift racing towards Holmzi’s feet, Holmzi’s words were abruptly cut off.

Bang!

The transparent crystal-like long tail extended into threads of crystal silk, wrapping around the tal giant standing like a fortress.

The Ancient Dragon Giant Green laughed grimly: "Finally caught you."

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

Two high-energy beams attacked, while the liquid tal chanical puppet, disregarding everything, charged in to obstruct.

The Ancient Dragon Giant deftly dodged the two energy beams, allowing the liquid tal chanical puppet’s attack to land on him without any attempt to evade. He stepped across the hundreds of ters between the crystal threads, a giant claw print landing right at the center of the tal Giant’s chest.

Buzz...

An oppressive, invisible ripple spread out from between the two massive creatures, leading to a deafening explosion like thunder in a clear sky after a mont of deathly silence.

Boom!

The Ancient Dragon Giant stood grinning in place, the attacking claw surprisingly provoking a wave impact tens of ters high, gouging out a hundred-ter rift. tal parts exploded in every direction, dispersing to every corner of the arena. At the sa ti, the mysterious force that was rejected by the entire arena’s space suddenly vanished.

Wow...

Instantly, the entire Tristar Holy Tower Abyss Arena boiled over.

Audiences imrsed in the duel form were cheering, shouting, and roaring, desperately venting their excitent.

Throughout almost the entire duel, the chanical burst fighter Holmzi held the advantage, yet Green reversed it all with a single strike!

"Ooh..."

As a relatively large chanical part near the teleportation array squird, it transford into Holmzi’s original body, now full of fury in his eyes.

"It’s not over yet!"

Having long anticipated the astonishing explosive power of Green in his fourth-layer wild instinct transformation, Holmzi had never expected him to beco as terrifying as that legendary witch. No matter how great the advantage he had built, once she unraveled her self-sealing technique, all it took was a single sword...

Every advantage would be nothing but illusion!

For many years, Holmzi had taken that witch as his imaginary rival and driving force, preparing countless follow-up plans. The greatest disadvantage of the Wild Instinct Refining Body Witch was that the closer to the transformation’s limit, the less sustainable it beca, usable only as an explosive force.

With a "swish," a tiny blur appeared before the Ancient Dragon Giant, surprisingly the ponytailed Ant Queen-Level chanical Puppet!

滴,滴,滴,滴,滴...

Amidst the increasingly urgent "beep beep" sounds, the miniature sphere transford from the Little Fatty chanical puppet, which was approaching Agrimond, suddenly generated an exaggerated and astounding gravitational magnetic field. It firmly attached to Agrimond’s back, while a pressure so intense it seed to vibrate space gathered and condensed.

Finally, this was Holmzi’s true trump card against the Wild Physique Refinent Sorcerer.

The tallic capes surrounding the liquid tal chanical puppet started converging furiously from all directions. Endless magic runes squird incessantly within and outside the body. This was Holmzi’s specially developed body strength-absorbing magnetic field aid at the Wild Instinct Refining Body Witch!

Boom!

A dazzling radiance erupted within the Tristar Arena.

The power of the Magnetic Pole Burst Bomb from the Little Fatty chanical puppet was unbelievable, causing even the arena’s black barrier to ripple. The situation reversed again, silencing the Beastfighting Arena’s raucous cheers as everyone stared dumbfounded at the fierce explosion within the black barrier.

Such an attack, concentrated at the very center, even if it were Agrimond...

A mont later.

In the center of the hundred-ter crater from the explosion, Agrimond leaned unsteadily on the crimson warhamr in his First-Level Wild Instinct Transformation form, covered in tallic cape magic runes that absorbed physical strength. Liquid flas burned fiercely on his body, gradually lting the crystalline defensive skin layer.

Above Agrimond’s head, the Ant Queen-Level chanical puppet girl who took part of the explosion’s impact stood proudly in midair, although she was also damaged, she was not in a state that Agrimond at this mont could cope with.

"You’ve lost, King of the Abyss Agrimond."

Standing by the escape teleportation array, Holmzi said in a low voice. Although victory was near, the past failure was sothing he could never overturn.

Agrimond was strong, but compared to that person from the past, he was still lacking. He missed that unstoppable aura that even a Third-Level Great Sorcerer couldn’t withstand.

"Heh heh heh heh, lost? Cough cough cough, Holmzi, it seems you, like everyone else, have forgotten sothing."

Spitting a mouthful of blood, Agrimond lifted his head. The thrill of wrestling between life and death just now made him extrely excited. This powerful chanical Wizard had already brought him enough surprises.

"Hmm!?"

When Holmzi saw a small creature like a black gecko crawl out joyfully from Agrimond’s ear, his face changed dramatically!

This is... Abyssal Dragon!

Roar!

What was a mont ago only the size of a gecko, the Abyssal Dragon suddenly inflated without limit into a colossus over fifty ters tall, with its wings lying flat on the ground. After devouring Agrimond in one gulp, its snake-like eyes coldly looked at the Ant Queen-Level chanical puppet girl, which was severely damaged by the explosion’s shock wave.

With black scales, a sleek body embodying brutal beauty, the natural kingly aura from the apex of the abyssal food chain, the swirling abyssal flas, without doubt, this Abyssal Dragon is at the top level of Third-Level Creatures!

After becoming the King of the Abyss, Agrimond had never displayed his Abyssal Dragon in public, leading everyone to forget about this companion of the Abyssal King.

Unfurling its black wings like a shadow of death, the Ant Queen-Level chanical puppet engaged in a struggle with this Abyssal Dragon, yet was too damaged from earlier to withstand it.

Half an hourglass later.

In the unwilling sigh of a failed last effort, Holmzi, with the severely damaged Ant Queen-Level chanical puppet, escaped into the teleportation array.

Crash...

"Agrimond, King of the Abyss!"

"Agrimond, King of the Abyss!"

"Agrimond, King of the Abyss..."

Thunderous cheers shot towards the sky, wave after wave. After being spit out by the Abyssal Dragon, Agrimond, along with his companion, enjoyed the victor’s cheers in the arena, closing his eyes as the ripples of attention from the Wizard World’s will beca increasingly clear and visible.

The line between attention and recognition was but a thin one!

After a long while.

"Sigh..."

Above the abyssal clouds, the sigh of an unknown powerful wizard was heard; in Green’s sensory view, one after another great sorcerer departed from the Abyssal Demon Clouds.

In calls and roars that seed like tidal waves from countless spectators, the Tristar Holy Tower Abyss Arena in this world concluded, the black barrier surrounding the arena losing its energy supply, gradually faded away.

Packs of Abyssal Physical Cultivators continued to target Agrimond as the ultimate challenge and left one after another.

At the center of the arena, the victorious Agrimond stood in a daze, the joy of victory turning into incredulous disappointnt, frozen on his face.

The Wizard World’s will still hadn’t fully acknowledged Agrimond.

The line between will’s attention and will’s recognition remained, clearly within reach yet seemingly despairingly far away. (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian) to vote for it with recomndations or monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian to read.)