Panic Boiling, Soul-devouring Kiss, Steel Body, Arc Thundercloud, Withered Roland, Sword of Destruction, Netherheart, Nine-Headed Fury, Overmagic Hand, Dark Wing, Fighting Monstrosity, Ivory Castle, Tir Hourglass, Skeleton Clock Tower, Oblivion Tower...
Twenty Stigma Sorcerers, six Ancient Temple Thunder Emperor Wolf World Masters from the Explosive Thunder World, five chaos world demons, nine Parasite Spore World Masters.
Adding in several dinosaur world masters suppressed under the balance seal, this small world is truly too crowded!
If not for the chaotic miasma providing enough illusory evolutionary power to this world, the rampage of so many world pillars would have long caused a catastrophe, heralding a prelude to biological extinction.
However, fortunately, the Wizard World commands absolute power.
"Hiss... A creature aspiring to beco a World Tree, such a vast body, only Panic Boiling Stigmata Grand Sorcerer could face it directly for so many years now."
Awe-inspiring, Green feels inadequate.
Unlike the towering and verdant Tree of Life of the Wizard World Seven Rings Holy Tower, this Devil’s Sophora Vine Tree is "relatively short," less than a kiloter tall, yet the diater of its main trunk on the surface is nearly equivalent to the size of a Stigma Crater.
As for its strongest period underground root system, even if Green the Stigma Sorcerer True Form flew, it would take days and nights to travel from one end to the other, imaginable in its vastness.
Such a colossal entity, each branch has about a hundred-ter diater, its strength equivalent to one of Green’s Oblivion Source Avatars, numbering thousands, covering the sky, sprawling and fierce, akin to a giant blooming sovereign flower rooted to this world’s surface, what terror!
"Hehehehe, two more have co, don’t worry, you all try to exhaust its source regeneration power as much as possible, it can’t hold up anymore!"
High above, Panic Boiling Stigmata Grand Sorcerer Elental Embodint is shape-shifting, only oppressive dark clouds akin to the horizon.
"Alas, wasn’t it said that it was about to fall to a Level Five Creature? Currently, signs of it falling to a Level Five Creature are nowhere to be seen."
Confusion Disk Stigma Sorcerer sighs.
Having opened its Elental Embodint first, thousands of Threads of Ti swirl around, and suddenly the sky booms with three snaps as three Devil Vines whip down, creating an astonishing scene.
The already fragnted, ravine-filled earth becos even more chaotic and distorted as the collapsed ground layers unfold.
"These low-level world masters are useless, no matter how many co!"
This is the roaring colossal will from the Devil’s Sophora Vine Tree, becoming sowhat rushed, yet it is helpless.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The shattered earth is blown out into three more ravines; the Tir Hourglass Stigma Sorcerer is perhaps the hardest to annihilate among the Wizards in the world, walking along the river of ti, fast or slow, bright and dull, like an illusion, landing on the ground atop a terrifying branch just blown from the Devil’s Sophora Vine Tree in the next mont.
The Threads of Ti seem like a flood, constantly impacting, causing the Devil’s Sopora Vine Tree bark to wither upon touch, quickly stripping away the life force inside this branch, an attack that washes away ti.
But this branch is just so gigantic, with a diater of several hundred ters, concurrently supported by the hard-to-believe life force from the main body. The plan of the Tir Hourglass Sorcerer to break the branch falls short.
"Watch out!"
Black thunder sliced through the sky, tearing apart lines of light in all directions, in that high-frequency unsettling vibration, a flash that struck the giant branch swiftly coming in an aerial sneak attack.
Under the Face of Truth, Green squinted his bi-colored gleaming eye subtly.
With the destructive capability of Annihilation Force under the current amplified elent elevation, he still couldn’t cut through a branch of the Devil’s Sophora Vine Tree with one strike!?
This big fellow, without matching tiers, no ordinary World Master should be able to handle it!
Rumbling...
Elental Teleport, Green’s human form reappearing high above has completed the activation of Barbarian Giant Sun Chaser True Form, two-hundred ters of Black Devouring Fla Soul Giant wielding a three-hundred ters Hundred-ter Abyssal Magic Wand, wrapped in demonic Qi.
"True Demon Body!"
Feeling the suddenly intensified strength next to Green after opening the Elental Embodint, the struggle of the unparalleled giant object ahead, Tir Hourglass Stigma Sorcerer was about to say sothing when suddenly a crisis rescue will ca from beyond the distant horizon, drawing the two’s attention together.
"It’s the Ivory Castle!"
Without hesitation, with the Devil’s Sophora Vine Tree not overly focused on this direction of two Fourth-level Stigma sorcerers, the duo managed to pass through the gaps between these relatively clumsy, giant branches.
After a brief mont, the scene of dozens of Devil’s Sophora Vine branches wildly thrashing appears from afar in the sky.
Rumble, rumble, the broken earth’s pain echoing endlessly.
That endless wave of millions of Slave Monster Legions, bravely attacking in droves like ants swarming over elephants, crawling over these Devil’s Sophora Vine branches, as this thick branch continuously throbbed and smashed, thousands, tens of thousands of slave monsters died, yet under the Wizard’s Will they ceaselessly charged, never stopping, never turning back.
"There!"
Luckily, the Skeleton Clock Tower saved the mont for the Ivory Castle Stigma Sorcerer, who now opens the crimson red Ivory Armant of the Ivory Castle Stigma Sorcerer, full of fear behind.
Initially entangled safely with several Devil Vine branches, who knew dozens of roots erged, instantly cornering oneself into a desperate situation, if not for the Skeleton Clock Tower Stigma Sorcerer cutting off the Devil’s Sopora Vine branch that had caught hold, one might have already been drawn into the base of the Devil’s Sophora Vine Tree...
"Be careful, this isn’t so honest creature sitting and waiting to be defeated!"
Skeletal giant threw the spiked crimson red Ivory Castle out of the Devil’s Sopora Vine attack range, as its skull eye sockets burning with Soul Fires gazed at the approaching Oblivion Tower and Labyrinth Disc.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
On the other side, Sword of Destruction and Tiankui Wolf King also arrived.
Rumble, rumble, crack, snap!
Over the distant horizon, clouds rolled, thunder exploded, yet more than a dozen Devil’s Sophora Vine branches soared into the sky, piercing the clouds, entangling in a battle with Arc Thundercloud Stigma Sorcerer, energy ripples surging.
Arc Thundercloud Stigma Sorcerer’s magic power exuberant, seemingly holding an advantage, yet the Devil’s Sophora Vine silently pulls from all directions with hundreds of branches varying from a white ter to several hundred ters in diater, like a cage, encircling the Arc Thundercloud Stigma Sorcerer in, creating a strangulation formation, seeming to drag it into an abyss of no return imminently.
Arc Thundercloud Stigma Sorcerer sensed the crisis, weaving through the chaos, in the rolling lightning light two Devil Vine branches of a hundred ters diater were scorched black, "boom" dropped to the ground, but to little avail, as the free space for maneuvering grew more constricted.
"Hehehehe, the sa trick again, useless! Fear, tremble, despair, compared to ten years ago, you are much weaker, without those root tumors providing endless source force, you’ve reached your limit!"
From the higher sky, boundless dark clouds with so dark red, a flood of dismal howls of ill on skeletal head phantoms surged, converging from all directions, forming five three-hundred-ter massive skull heads, burning fiercely like falling stars from the sky, crashing into that skillfully woven cage of Devil Vine branches.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
More than a dozen Devil Vine branches damaged, the ingenious cage wrecked, Arc Thundercloud Stigma Sorcerer like a hurricane, after blackening two more branches with violent lightning power, hurling into the higher sky, seemingly in anger brewing so massive destructive witchcraft.
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PS: Two Chapters today, on the 30th mother summons for kneeling of peace, afraid of period without updates have stored drafts, will return on the 2nd to Xinjiang for New Year, then presumably with ample ti would be ashad not to update three tis a day, QAQ. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you’re welco to Qidian (qidian) to vote for recomndations and monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please go to m.qidian to read.)
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