I Arrived At Wizard World While Cultivating Immortality Chapter 498: Fighting with Back to the Water

When the rainbow light converged once more and Jie Ming’s figure re-solidified, his condition had already reached an extre state of wretchedness.

His robes remained undamaged, yet the exposed skin across his body was covered in countless fine blood-lines—the aftermath of excessively overdriving his spiritual power.

His breathing ca ragged and heavy, like a tattered bellows; every inhalation brought a scorching, knife-like pain in his lungs.

His dantian was nearly depleted, and after continuous high-intensity expenditure, his ntal power had grown dim and murky.

He landed on a cracked expanse of gray-black earth. Looking around, he saw only desolation, deathly stillness, and nothing else.

In the distance the horizon shimred with thin heat haze; the sky remained that sa oppressive leaden gray.

“One full day…” Jie Ming rasped to himself, anger causing him to clench his teeth hard enough to ache.

The deadly pursuit between him and that sixth-ring wizard of the Tower of Annihilation, spanning tens of millions of kiloters, had now lasted an entire standard day.

Far from improving, the situation had plumted sharply, growing more suffocating by the mont.

To compensate for the fatal flaw that “Light Form can only travel in straight lines,” Jie Ming had already shifted tactics long ago.

He no longer sought maximum-distance linear flight; instead he adopted intermittent “short-burst redirection.”

After flying in Light Form for a stretch, he would forcibly dispel it, imdiately pick a new direction, then transform into light and flee again.

Sotis only a few seconds, sotis slightly longer—doing everything possible to disrupt any predictable pattern and prevent the enemy from easily anticipating his landing points.

This thod did produce so results in the beginning, but ultimately it treated symptoms rather than the root cause.

The gulf in strength between them was simply too vast.

Every redirection, every dispel-and-restart of Light Form, required ti and produced energy fluctuations.

As a result, the window of actual travel ti Jie Ming could gain with each burst grew shorter and shorter.

The speed of light is fixed; travel distance is directly proportional to travel duration.

Once Jie Ming’s effective travel distance fell below a certain threshold, ultra-long-range spatial teleportation was replaced by spatial jumps.

And to a sixth-ring wizard’s mastery of spatial techniques, short-range spatial jumping was as natural as breathing.

With one side weakening and the other strengthening, the distance between them was being closed at a terrifying pace.

The closer the distance, the narrower the safe ti window Jie Ming had for each Light Form burst.

Shorter windows ant the actual distance he could escape in each attempt was shrinking dramatically.

Thus a vicious cycle ford.

The strategic space between Jie Ming and this wizard was being squeezed and devoured bit by bit, just like sinking into quicksand.

Finally, as this latest Light Form ended and he felt the near-total exhaustion radiating from within his body, Jie Ming silently ca to a halt.

He did not imdiately flee again. Instead he swiftly took out several of the highest-grade recovery potions and downed them all in one go.

The potion’s power poured into him like sweet spring water into parched cracked earth, nourishing his nearly empty spiritual sea and exhausted fleshly body.

Thanks to the continuous adaptive evolution granted by his body-forging thod, Jie Ming’s recovery rate and absorption efficiency toward potions had grown stronger and stronger. This dose was just enough to let him, barely activate the Five Aggregates Rainbow Mirror once more.

Yet he did not leave.

Instead he slowly exhaled a breath thick with the tallic tang of blood. His gaze turned sharp and resolute.

“No more running.”

If he continued like this, his condition would only worsen until, at the mont his strength gave out completely, he would be effortlessly crushed.

Rather than being hunted down in disgrace until death, better to turn around—while he still had strength left—and bare his fangs!

A fight with no retreat!

But ti was too short.

The enemy’s pursuit speed far exceeded expectations; there was simply no ti to calmly set up the kind of complex composite killing arrays he had used before.

The only thing Jie Ming could do now was arm himself to the teeth.

He closed his eyes and sent his consciousness sinking into his internal cave-heaven.

In the next instant, more than a dozen strangely shaped tal components were summoned forth, hovering behind him.

Each tal pillar was roughly two ters long, perfectly rhomboidal—narrow in front, wider at the rear—gleaming with a dull tallic sheen. Their surfaces were densely etched with extrely intricate three-dinsional energy-guiding runes and micro-teleportation arrays.

They arranged themselves in a precise formation along both sides of Jie Ming’s spine, their pointed ends angled slightly outward, as though draping the gray-robed wizard in a pair of cold, ferocious tallic wings.

This was precisely the combat system Jie Ming had once developed to synergize with the Mysterious Astral Mortal Dust Barrier, later shelved due to a shift in his technical path, and now reactivated in desperation: [Floating Cannons].

Offensive spells such as Trigram Fire Annihilation Divine Light possessed unique energy structures and activation logic, making them extrely difficult to stably carry or continuously trigger using conventional rune-seal wizard artifacts.

This rendered Jie Ming’s earlier “Great Radiance Formation” tactic—relying on saturation bombardnt from vast numbers of rune-seal wizard artifacts—unsuitable for these modified spells.

The core of Great Radiance Formation lay in using the spirituality of the Five Aggregates Rainbow Mirror to automatically coordinate thousands upon thousands of rune-seal wizard artifacts, forming a comprehensive curtain of fire.

But for a combat system built around spells that required constantly replacing expended wizard artifacts, what was needed was precise “barrels” and an efficient “ammunition feed system.”

These rhomboidal tal pillars were the barrels.

Each was hollow inside, with a sophisticated chain-linked teleportation chamber at its core.

The “ammunition” for every floating cannon consisted of thumb-sized, specially crafted wizard artifacts, each containing a single sealed charge of Trigram Fire Annihilation Divine Light.

Once the frontmost wizard artifact was triggered, it would be instantly teleported back into the internal cave-heaven through the micro-array at the muzzle to recharge.

Simultaneously, the rear teleportation array would push a freshly charged spare “round” from the cave-heaven into firing position.

The floating cannons themselves—their levitation, movent, and formation adjustnts—were autonomously controlled by spirituality detached from the Five Aggregates Rainbow Mirror, functioning like extended limbs.

anwhile, ammunition scheduling within the cave-heaven, trigger timing, targeting, and spell control all required Jie Ming’s full ntal concentration.

Maintaining such high-intensity ntal output, precise energy manipulation, and ticulous oversight of material flow within the cave-heaven placed an enormous burden on him.

If not forced into a true life-or-death corner, Jie Ming would never lightly employ this still-immature system.

The dozen-plus floating cannons subtly adjusted their angles as though alive. Runes across their tal surfaces lit up one after another, entering pre-activation standby.

Not long after Jie Ming finished arming himself…

Several thousand ters ahead, high in the sky, space was abruptly torn open by an invisible hand!

Gray-white mist poured out first. Then, the figure of the Tower of Annihilation wizard, shrouded within that mist, stepped forth like Death erging from the abyss—suddenly manifesting!

No words were wasted.

The instant the enemy’s form stabilized, a fierce glint flashed in Jie Ming’s eyes. The tallic wings at his back abruptly erupted with blinding dark-golden radiance!

“Fire!”

BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!

More than a dozen extrely compressed dark-golden light pillars—each only barrel-thick—exploded from the tip of every floating cannon!

Under Jie Ming’s control, the beams adjusted trajectory slightly mid-flight, curving from multiple angles to devour the enemy who had only just finished teleporting and whose form had not yet fully steadied!

Every beam contained energy condensed to the absolute limit. Wherever they passed, space was scorched with lingering ripples of distortion; the thin air was completely ionized, releasing piercing crackling explosions.

Almost simultaneously with Jie Ming’s attack—

Beneath the hood of the Tower of Annihilation wizard, the two points of scarlet light suddenly blazed!

He did not even wait for his body to fully solidify. rely raising the right arm wrapped in gray-white mist, he pressed downward toward Jie Ming’s position from afar.

Under the sixth-ring wizard’s vast ntal power, massive quantities of elental force were directly mobilized.

RUMBLE!!!

Above Jie Ming’s head, the sky across several hundred kiloters abruptly darkened!

Dark-gray clouds surged violently. Space itself collapsed inward and twisted under so terrifying force!

In the end, an enormous heaven-supporting palm—composed entirely of chaotic spatial folds and boiling gray-white mist—manifested out of thin air like divine punishnt, and slamd down toward Jie Ming!

Even before the palm reached him, the horrifying pressure had already caused the ground below to crack inch by inch. Countless gray-white rock crystals were crushed to powder by the invisible force field, sending dust plus soaring into the sky!

The next mont, both attacks struck their targets almost simultaneously!

The dozen-plus beams of Trigram Fire Annihilation Divine Light Jie Ming unleashed smashed viciously into the gray-white mist surrounding the Tower of Annihilation wizard.

The anticipated explosion did not occur.

The highly condensed destructive energy, upon touching the mist, vanished like a clay ox into the sea—rapidly worn down and neutralized by the frenzied inter-cycling, mutually annihilating light-dark energies within the fog.

The mist roiled violently, its color dimming noticeably, yet the wizard at its core stood utterly unmoved. Through the now-thinned mist his scarlet gaze coldly locked onto Jie Ming.

And that mountain-shattering giant palm likewise struck solidly at Jie Ming’s position!

Hummm…

There was no earth-shaking roar—only a deep, soul-shaking drone, as though the entire world were being compressed.

At the impact point, space twisted into a complete chaotic tangle.

Light and dark, positive and negative, creation and destruction… countless opposing elents and laws were forcibly mashed together in a tiny area, endlessly colliding, annihilating, regenerating, and annihilating again!

Each micro-annihilation released terrifying energy, yet all of it remained constrained within the palm’s force field, forming a continuously raging explosion.

When the gray-white giant palm slowly dissipated, what remained was a colossal palm-shaped crater more than one hundred kiloters in diater and thousands of ters deep.

Its walls were mirror-smooth, displaying the vitreous texture of material that had been flash-lted by extre heat and then rapidly cooled. At the bottom, wisps of unstable annihilation energy still lingered, hissing corrosively.

At the very center of the palm crater, a sowhat slender gray-robed figure slowly straightened.

It was Jie Ming.

The Return to Ruins Armor enveloping him flickered with unprecedented frequency, its transparent surface covered in a spiderweb of fine cracks, as though it might shatter completely at any second.

His face was deathly pale; a thin line of fresh blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

“One strike… consud more than sixty percent of the reserves?” Feeling the feedback from the Return to Ruins Armor, Jie Ming’s pupils involuntarily contracted.

That seemingly casual palm actually contained energy manipulation refined to an extre degree.

It was not crude overwhelming force, but countless minute, continuous opposing-elent annihilation shocks.

These annihilation impacts were like billions of the tiniest files, simultaneously grinding away at his defenses from every direction.

In theory the Return to Ruins Armor possessed storage capacity sufficient to absorb thousands upon thousands of standard sixth-ring spells—yet in a single instant more than half of that capacity had been filled.

This ant that, at the intensity the enemy had just displayed, Jie Ming’s Return to Ruins Armor could withstand at most one more attack of equal power before completely overloading and collapsing!

At the sa ti, far outside the attack range, violent fluctuations rippled through the mist enveloping the Tower of Annihilation wizard.

Those two scarlet points stared fixedly at the battered yet still upright figure in the center of the crater.

The emotions surging within them were no longer pure killing intent and icy calm, but a turbulent mixture of shock, disbelief… and even a trace of… dread.

“He actually… withstood it?”

For the first ti a low, hoarse voice erged from deep within the mist—carrying clear instability.

That palm had appeared casual, yet in truth it had drawn upon profound comprehension of the Law of Annihilation—power sufficient to instantly cripple or even kill an ordinary early-stage sixth-ring wizard!

And this fifth-ring wizard had not only defended against it—he hadn’t even lost combat capability on the spot!

This fellow… really was only fifth-ring?

The gray-white mist churned furiously. The scarlet glow within it blazed even brighter, locking unblinkingly onto the figure in the crater.

Killing intent boiled to its absolute peak.