With his words, ripples seed to spread through the surrounding space.
One figure, two, three…
Endless silhouettes began erging from concealnt in various ways.
So stepped out from distorted light, others rose from ground shadows, so dispelled illusions, and a few cautiously approached from afar.
These were the final survivors of this brutal grand lee—aside from Jie Ming and the two fifth-level wizards who had just withdrawn.
They had hidden nearby, witnessing the earth-shaking battle.
Jie Ming’s gaze swept the surroundings, counting the ghostly figures materializing: exactly thirteen.
Six fourth-level wizards, seven third-level.
They loosely ford an encirclent, positions seemingly casual yet blocking most escape angles.
Their auras faintly linked, clearly having ford a temporary alliance.
“Allied, huh?” Jie Ming understood, unsurprised.
Wizards survived through wisdom and knowledge; uniting against an unbeatable foe was the epito of rationality.
His detection of them relied not on scouting witchcraft.
After all, under spatial lockdown and energy turbulence, such thods were greatly diminished—and Jie Ming’s own state left him little capacity to monitor surroundings.
He discovered them through a simple fact: Helios and Morpheus had conceded and exited, yet the [Spatial Anchoring Field] enveloping the area remained steadfast.
This could only an the maintainer—or sufficient sustaining power—still lingered.
His gaze finally settled on the figure directly ahead, at the alliance’s forefront: complex emotions mingled with resolute battle intent—Rex.
A knowing smile appeared on Jie Ming’s face as he spoke: “Rex, if I’m not mistaken, you’re the one who gathered them?”
Rex nodded, admitting frankly: “It was . Jie Ming, after our exchange in the ‘Justice’ plane, I knew clearly: one-on-one, none of us here are your match.”
He paused, glancing at his allies: “Especially after witnessing how you ‘dealt with’ those fifth-level seniors. I believed allying was our only way to contend with you… or even find a sliver of victory.”
Jie Ming grew curious: “In that case, by optimal strategy, you should have struck like thunder while I was locked in fierce combat with those seniors—or right after, at my most relaxed. Why wait until now, giving ti to recover?”
Rex’s face revealed a helpless yet resolute smile: “Because I convinced them with two reasons. First, I could lead them to eliminate the most troubleso enemies—you and the other fifth-level wizards. Fortunately, you handled most of them. Second…”
He inhaled deeply, eyes burning as they fixed on Jie Ming: “I voluntarily forfeit claim to ultimate victory in this contest. My goal isn’t the Substitute Death Doll—it’s a true fight with you! I want to know the exact gap between us!”
“?” Jie Ming pointed at himself. “You’re sure—now?”
Jie Ming’s current state was ragged: unstable aura, dimd Great Radiance Formation, his internal world’s black giant legion nearly depleted.
“Yes—your state now is perfect! This is my only chance to force out more of your thods and asure the difference!”
Jie Ming understood, a trace of appreciation in his eyes.
Forsaking a priceless reward for validation of knowledge and strength—this was very wizardly.
He glanced once more at the dozen wary wizards, suddenly smiling with inexplicable ease: “So, everyone left on the field is here now, right?”
Seeing his smile, Rex’s heart lurched, a strong premonition of doom pouring over him like ice water.
Jie Ming sighed lightly, as if regretting sothing: “If you were scattered across the vast battlefield, in my current state, I’d indeed be powerless and concede.”
“Or, if you’d attacked without hesitation upon gathering, I probably wouldn’t have lasted long. But fortunately… you didn’t.”
“What?!” Rex’s expression changed drastically. Though unsure of Jie Ming’s remaining trump, combat instinct urged him to roar an order for all-out assault!
Yet as he drew breath, an extrely bizarre, unprecedented suffocation seized his throat and chest!
It felt like an ordinary human suddenly thrown into vacuum.
But Rex couldn’t comprehend: wizards weren’t ordinary humans. Especially formal wizards with heavily modified bodies could survive true vacuum without issue.
He soon realized: this wasn’t physical oxygen deprivation—air still surrounded him.
It was deeper—as if his very foundation of existence was shaken!
Instinctively, he tried condensing his signature explosive spell, ntal force reaching to seize and guide surrounding fire elents.
But strangely, though his ntal force sensed “sothing,” he couldn’t command them as usual.
Those “things” were inert, ignoring his directives, even faintly repelling them.
Barely gathering enough for an unstable model, it collapsed upon activation due to extre environntal incompatibility, backlash dizziness assaulting him.
“What’s happening?!”
“My witchcraft failed!”
“The elents… they’re not responding!”
Panic-filled ntal fluctuations and cries echoed around.
The other wizards faced the sa; a few with strong ntal force or reliant on physique/special bloodlines barely unleashed attacks.
But power greatly reduced, trajectories skewed—easily blocked by Jie Ming.
Mysterious “suffocation,” invisible hindrance, widespread witchcraft failure…
Rex endured soul-level discomfort, frantically scanning with detection witchcrafts—no energy fluctuations, no field interference, no known curses or domain effects…
All results showed “normal,” yet their casting was crippled by half!
It felt like being thrown into a foreign plane with alien laws—power abundant but unusable.
“Non-existent… yet truly affecting… interfering with elental response…” Rex’s mind raced, eliminating possibilities.
Suddenly, a concept seen only in ancient texts flashed like lightning!
He jerked his head up, staring at the leisurely approaching Jie Ming, eyes filled with incredulous horror, voice dry and strained:
“Im… Imaginary Elents?! Your law… the law you’ve grasped—is Imaginary Elents?!”
Jie Ming stopped before the half-kneeling Rex, struggling against the “suffocation,” and nodded calmly: “Mm, that’s close enough.”
“Imaginary Elents…” Rex repeated, face etched with utter bitterness and resignation.
Seeing his expression, Jie Ming shook his head.
What Jie Ming had done was not unleash a powerful attack witchcraft but invoke his controlled “Spiritual Qi Law”!
His overall mastery of Spiritual Qi Law was not high, but he excelled in one key technique: elent-spiritual qi conversion!
In the brief conversation with Rex, Jie Ming had silently activated this ability.
Centered on himself, he massively converted basic elental particles in the surrounding space—those wizards relied on for casting—into another energy form: spiritual qi!
This seed rely an energy conversion, without direct lethality.
But just as ancient Earth’s first oxygen appearance was catastrophic poison to anaerobic life!
Elents and spiritual qi were both world foundations.
Yet for wizard spell models and ntal guidance built entirely on elental systems, sudden imrsion in an environnt filled with “alien” spiritual qi particles was disastrous.
Their ntal commands couldn’t effectively guide spiritual qi; their spell models couldn’t stabilize in a spiritual qi environnt; the “rules” they survived by were temporarily overridden or distorted!
This caused Rex and others’ “suffocation”—their souls and cognitive systems rejecting and maladapting to unfamiliar base rules.
This caused witchcraft failure—the “bricks” (elents) building them temporarily replaced by incompatible “wood” (spiritual qi)!
This caused undetectable anomalies—spiritual qi wasn’t a curse or field; it was “objective existence.” Conventional elent-based detection naturally couldn’t identify or comprehend it!
Under plane laws, forcibly converted spiritual qi was rapidly corrected back to elents.
But that took ti—enough for a battle.
Rex gazed at Jie Ming before him, feeling the gradually fading yet still debilitating “alien” environnt.
All battle intent and reluctance dissolved into a long sigh as he lowered his head:
“I lost.”
“We concede.”
…
With Rex’s surrender, the other wizards abandoned resistance, withdrawing one by one.
A few unwilling tried charging with physique or special artifacts but were easily felled by Jie Ming’s superhuman martial skills, forced to exit bitterly.
Teleportation lights flashed successively, removing conceding wizards.
In monts, only Jie Ming remained on the ravaged scorched earth.
Feeling the lingering spiritual qi around him—rapidly “purified” by the plane—he finally smiled with relief and a hint of triumph.
“I won.”
His figure flashed, enveloped in teleportation force, vanishing from the duel field.
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