Chapter 478: Invincible in All Directions
To that end, they had prepared twenty-seven different forbidden techniques, nineteen sets of chained curses, eleven spatial lockdown arrays, and three shots of “Law Disintegration Technique” that required the combined effort of three hundred sixth-ring wizards to activate.
But at this mont, all those preparations had beco a joke.
In fact, it was precisely because of the pressure Clark exerted that they had been forced to keep reinforcing their numbers, swelling this detachnt to such an unwieldy size.
Suddenly, Clark raised his right hand and casually pointed a finger in one direction.
In that direction, seventeen seventh-ring wizards and more than two hundred sixth-ring wizards instantly paled.
They felt the surrounding space abruptly “solidify.”
Not in a physical sense, but in a law-level “lockdown.”
Every law they commanded—whether “pain,” “corrosion,” “annihilation,” “illusion”…—beca obscure and sluggish in an instant, as though forcibly suppressed.
In theory, such a phenonon only occurred when a wizard of the sa law type deployed a counterasure.
Yet clearly, the rules these wizards wielded had no connection to one another; theoretically, it was impossible for anyone to counter them all with this thod!
Nevertheless, it was happening—undeniably.
Then, a point of silver light ignited at Clark’s fingertip.
The silver light detached and transford into an almost imperceptible thin thread that extended toward that direction.
Wherever the thread passed, space was silently “sheared” apart.
It was like the sharpest pair of scissors slicing through paper—the cut smooth and clean, with no energy leakage whatsoever.
The seventeen seventh-ring wizards roared madly, commanding those around them to jointly raise defenses.
Seven layers of shields with different attributes stacked atop one another, each capable of withstanding a full-powered strike from a peer.
The instant the silver thread touched the first layer…
The shield popped like a soap bubble.
It was not “shattered”—it was “denied the rationality of its existence.”
Then the second layer, the third… all the way to the seventh.
The silver thread t almost no resistance, piercing through every defense before slicing cleanly across the bodies of the seventeen seventh-ring wizards.
No sound.
No explosion.
The bodies of the seventeen seventh-ring wizards were simultaneously bisected down the middle.
The cuts were mirror-smooth; no blood flowed, no viscera spilled—because the mont the wounds were born, they were covered by a force that “erased existence.”
Their souls attempted to flee, but the silver thread quivered lightly, splitting into seventeen even finer branches that precisely pierced each soul core.
Pop.
A soft sound like bursting bubbles.
In a single instant, the seventeen seventh-ring wizards were gravely wounded.
The residual force swept backward, claiming the lives of over a hundred sixth-ring wizards on the spot!
The entire process took less than a blink.
Only then did the surrounding wizards finally react.
“Attack!!!”
Roars erupted.
More than fifty seventh-ring wizards struck simultaneously.
Curse torrents, elental storms, conceptual pollution, spatial collapses…
All manner of attacks capable of easily destroying an entire plane bombarded Clark from every direction.
But Clark did not even glance at them.
He simply raised his left hand, palm outward, and pressed lightly into the void.
Every incoming attack froze in midair three hundred ters away from him.
Then, like pencil marks erased by a rubber, they vanished without a trace.
Not defended against.
Not neutralized.
They were directly erased by so unknown ans.
As though those attacks had never been unleashed at all.
Witnessing this, every hostile wizard present couldn’t help swallowing hard.
Because just now… they hadn’t understood it!
Not understanding ant the unknown.
It ant that this sixth-ring wizard before them possessed academic mastery in so field far surpassing these seventh-ring wizards.
And for wizards, academic superiority equated to combat superiority!
Having completed that motion, Clark’s gaze shifted to another direction.
There, three hundred sixth-ring wizards were jointly channeling an enormous array composed of countless runes.
Deep within the layered “muzzle” ford by overlapping arrays, terrifying energy was gathering—the power of “disintegration,” theoretically capable of threatening an eighth-grade existence.
Clark tilted his head slightly.
He seed to ponder for a mont.
Then he extended his right hand, fingers splayed, and gently closed them toward that grand array cannon.
Crack.
Countless fine fractures appeared across the cannon’s array-constructed body.
The wizards controlling the array revealed expressions as though they had seen a ghost—because the readings showed the destruction had not co from outside.
It had co from within.
Every connective bond between the runes that ford the array had simultaneously severed.
In the next instant, the entire law construct disintegrated into the most basic elental particles and scattered on the wind.
All three hundred sixth-ring wizards spurted blood, their faces as pale as paper.
Their soul connections to the array had been violently severed, wounding their souls.
Clark withdrew his hand and calmly swept his gaze across the terrified faces of the surrounding enemies.
“Continue.”
He spoke, and though no dium carried sound, his voice rang clearly in every besieger’s ears.
“Weren’t you going to kill ?”
“Let see what other ans you have.”
Silence.
A deathly silence.
More than a hundred seventh-ring wizards and over two thousand sixth-ring wizards—yet not one dared step forward.
They stared at the black-robed figure in the center, expression indifferent, and for the first ti, true fear appeared in their eyes.
Inside Fortress No. 7’s control room.
Through the detection array, Jie Ming “witnessed” this suffocating scene high above.
His mouth hung open, unable to close for a long while.
Though he had already heard from Viola that ntor Clark was very strong…
This was far too ridiculous, wasn’t it?!
One person suppressing more than one hundred thirty seventh-rings and over two thousand sixth-rings?
And he still appeared completely at ease, as though he had plenty of strength to spare?!
In principle, the power growth between each major wizard rank was exaggerated but had limits. In terms of pure elental output amplification, a wizard one rank higher was generally about ten tis stronger than one rank below.
Of course, this multiplier fluctuated depending on the depth of knowledge each wizard had mastered.
ntal power intensity followed roughly the sa ratio.
Combined, the destructive power a higher-rank wizard could unleash was typically over a hundred tis that of the rank below.
But in the end, it was only a hundredfold.
If a team of wizards coordinated with perfect rapport, disregarding ninth-ring wizards, roughly one hundred fifty lower-rank wizards could suppress one wizard of the next higher rank.
The problem was that the wizards facing ntor Clark were at minimum sixth-ring—the sa rank as Clark himself.
And on top of that, he also faced more than a hundred seventh-ring wizards!
In other words, disregarding the law solidification ability unique to eighth-ring wizards, ntor Clark—at sixth ring—already possessed combat power approaching that of an eighth-ring wizard!
“This is… the strongest genius in Noren Workshop’s history…”
Jie Ming murmured to himself.
Then he took a deep breath, forcing himself to refocus.
The battle on ntor’s side needed no concern from him.
What he needed to do now was fight his own battle well.
He closed his eyes once more and sank his consciousness back into the turret control system.
On Console No. 09, the reading representing ntal power intensity quietly jumped by one decimal place.
From mid fifth-ring, it stepped into high fifth-ring.
Ahead on the battlefield, the cannon fodder flood of the Chaos Secret Cult and Tower of Annihilation continued its tireless assault on the defensive line.
But behind the line, the artillery from over a hundred fortresses also continued its tireless roaring.
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