A Sorcerer’s Journey

Chapter 1220: Chapter 1221: Nether Spider’s Sinister Fleece

The sharp pain from the ribs, the Metamorphosis Technique is automatically repairing the impact damage, Green gradually awakened from the deep-seated hatred bursting forth from the depths of his Soul Will.

This is the indelible hatred brand of the Ancient Wizard’s Will.

After the Sanctum Confrontation of the Wizard’s apprentices, the World’s Heart Will inheritance was obtained, followed by a second inheritance after receiving the First-Level Honor Medal, establishing the Sorcerer’s Tower, the Source of Magic Power infuses through the Wizard’s Will, continuously impacting him. So at this moment, upon seeing the abyssal aura on the Demon Feather Phoenix, Green instantly explodes with so many states.

This is the Ancient Wizard’s hatred brand, which automatically triggers the first time a Stigma Sorcerer encounters the Abyssal Demon, to remind future generations of wizards of the humiliating history, the indomitable Will of Demon Hunting Expedition, to replicate the glorious peak of the Ancient Wizards!

Rumble! Rumble!

At this time, through the ripple mirror screen in front, Green can see a wooden arm of the Clockwork Puppet hitting the Demon Feather Phoenix, and if it weren’t for the special suppression from the Silk Underworld Palace, suppressing the overwhelming destructive force, the destruction would be unimaginable.

With a "boom," the Demon Feather Phoenix is also sent flying, sticking to the wall as the mechanical arm quickly retracts.

However, compared to Green, the Demon Feather Phoenix seems much more composed, standing on the wall of the Silk Underworld Palace as if defying gravity, looking slightly surprised towards the Clockwork Puppet.

"Whew whew whew whew, I know all your abilities..."

A hoarse, sinister laugh, the Nether Spider King leaps towards the Clockwork Puppet, a black thread of spider silk sticking to it, bouncing agilely to avoid the Clockwork Puppet’s series of dark red beams.

These dark red beams have an unknown energy, as the air emits a series of scorched smells when shot onto the ground, with "puff", "puff", "puff", "puff" sounds, large areas of dark red spreading out, seemingly briefly connecting to some Illusory World rule.

The dark red light spots quickly expand, a huge mouth leaps and bites, then falls slowly, followed by the disappearance of the dark red spots.

Guided by black spider silk, a human-faced spider avatar blocks on the side of the Nether Spider King’s body, as a crackling thunder explodes, this powerful avatar equivalent to Level Five life shatters into myriad fragments, followed by a space ripple, entering the pupil of the Demonic Eye.

On the other side, after the Ancient Heart fused into the Temporal Fault rule life, in the blink of an eye, it is overwhelmed by a dense amount of small Venom Spiders rushing forward, coordinating with the entire Silk Underworld Palace, seemingly to completely enclose it.

Bang! Bang! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom...

The Temporal Fault rule life, appearing out of place, breaks apart some low-level Venom Spiders struggling, immediately overwhelmed again by more Venom Spiders and spider silk, momentarily trapped in place, able to protect itself but unable to do more.

Several human-faced spider avatars, eight spider legs moving rapidly, almost becoming a sequence of afterimages, crisscrossing with each other, weaving a super cocoon pouch from the Ancient Heart material to trap the endless low-level Venom Spiders submerged within the Silk Temple.

"How long are you going to stay there!"

The Withered Ruminator’s will roars, reaching Green’s ears, ten or more kelp-like flesh tentacles, infected with plenty of withering force, crisscrossing to continually attack the Demon Feather Phoenix, occasionally flashing a wailing skull image, the sound reminiscent of a child’s aggrieved sob.

These kelp-like flesh tentacles are like metal, hard in texture, the withering force surrounding them undaunted by Abyssal Demonic Qi contamination, capable of rapidly reproducing by consuming flesh in a short time, incredibly formidable.

Yet seeing the Demon Feather Phoenix effortlessly evading, like Green, with the first layer of Wild Instinct activated, the body harboring an incredible crisis awareness.

If Green relied on the Face of Truth for accurate judgment, escaping narrowly and terrifyingly precise avoidance, then the Demon Feather Phoenix entirely relied on the combat instinct intuition with abyssal cellular ability to evade!

Woo woo howling!

A wailing skull heads towards the Demon Feather Phoenix, carrying an intense withering aura, only for the Demon Feather Phoenix’s flattened face to suddenly crack open into a menacing tooth-filled maw, spraying a deep black beam of Abyssal Demonic Qi that dissipates both the wailing skull illusion and itself.

Like a leisurely stroll, making combat a natural instinct, the Demon Feather Phoenix swings an arm, easily deflecting a distinctly different kelp tentacle, allowing it to cut the flesh beneath the phoenix feathers, with a withering force permeating the body causing a vitality drain, prompting an eerie cold laugh.

"Got you."

Following this, the arm clad in black feathers, surrounded by demonic aura, seemingly imbued with endless strength, gives a sharp pull, accompanied by the Withered Ruminator’s cry, causing an unstoppable pierce through an inconspicuous bundle with a feather entwined in demonic aura.

With a "pfff," the germinating new kelp tentacle bundle shatters, releasing a large amount of gray-black liquid.

"Ah..."

A piercing shriek, the demonic aura frantically eroding this bundle, gradually spreading, clearly revealing it as an important organ or vital point of the Withered Ruminator.

Crackle pop!

Critical moments, Green’s Elemental Teleport halts the Demon Feather Phoenix’s path, the Three-Colored Light Eyes under the Face of Truth now evidently calm, filled with rationality and wisdom, differing from the Nameless Ancient Demon’s pure icy intent, making insightful judgments with absolute wizard rationality, surveying the battle as if a third-party observer.

The extreme abyss magic staff swings, Annihilation Force twisting light in all directions, the Face of Truth exhaustively analyzes the Demon Feather Phoenix’s attack trail and power degrees, a series of fluctuating values gradually stabilizing in Green’s view.

"One hundred-thirty million degrees, lower limit?"

No wonder Green, in a state of frenzy, was slapped away by the Nameless Ancient Demon, as the evolution direction imposed by the ancestor of humans bound Green’s Body Refinement talent to a relatively low domain pinnacle, even for a distinguished Body Refining Sorcerer like Green, unable to contend with the Ancient Demons of the Abyss in pure strength.

Therefore, passive evolutionary battle ratings for Body Refining Sorcerers always focus on upper limit attack degrees, yet practically, the difference between upper and lower limit attacks can be enormous, even crossing tiers.

The attack rating for the Nameless Ancient Demon, astonishingly, focuses on the lower limit!

Thus, the Nameless Ancient Demon can consistently unleash highly stable high attacks for prolonged periods, given the Demon Feather Phoenix’s base strength surpasses Green’s, with Green, trapped in a frenzy state driven by Ancient Wizard revenge will, opting for brute force collision, being overwhelmed by the Demon Feather Phoenix’s power.

Understanding this, a rational Green no longer chooses pure power clashing, instead aiming to dissolve force impacts with skillful, technical attacks.

Facing the astonishing power of the extreme abyss magic staff again, Green retreats upon contact, flying back tens of meters to nullify the Demon Feather Phoenix’s impact strength.

At the same time, unbeknownst to himself, this is already the second Brand of Forgotten left on the Demon Feather Phoenix’s palm.

Continuing like this, if the confrontation progresses to the life-and-death finale of the ultimate battle, Green might attempt using the "Book of Truth" to perform a Temporal Seal of Forgotten Truth on it.

"Ah..."

Suddenly, in the battle on the other side, in conjunction with numerous avatars and the meticulously laid two-era Silk Underworld Palace, alongside the Thunder Demon Eye and the occasionally supporting Clockwork Puppet, the Withered Ruminator suffers from Demonic Qi erosion, with breakthroughs from Nether Spider King and Clockwork Puppet’s supervision.

A thread of spider silk entangling the Clockwork Puppet, seemingly intended as a breakthrough point.

Indeed, this brief engagement leads to sudden childlike, terrified, despairing screams from within the Clockwork Puppet, resembling an indistinct little being.

The Nether Spider King appears surprisingly knowledgeable about the Clockwork Puppet.

Crackle pop!

The Thunder Demon Eye arrives promptly, swelling like an inflating balloon, the surrounding thunder more aggressive, with a vortex faintly forming in the core of its pupil.

"Whew whew whew whew, it’s useless, its original form has been dealt with."

As the Nether Spider King speaks, drip, drip, blood gradually flows from the Clockwork Puppet, along with semi-transparent red fuzz continually emerging, seemingly filling the interior of the Clockwork Puppet, steadily spreading, rapidly transforming it into a hairy puppet.