A Sorcerer’s Journey

Chapter 722: Chapter 722: Savage Violence!

Boom!

The triune attack sorcery’s elemental fluctuation instantly engulfed the savage barbarian giant in the sky.

The Level-3 Dark Sorcerer breathed excitedly. Back when he was still a Second-Level Wizard, it was precisely by relying on such coordination that he killed a Level-3 Great Wizard of the Time Wheel Academy during a hunt on the Wizard Continent nine hundred years ago!

Now he had advanced to a Third-Level Great Sorcerer, and the Power of Despair he collected was incomparable to what he had before. Even though this Body Refining Sorcerer was powerful, almost making him feel as if he was facing the legendary Abyssal King of the Underground Abyss World, under such an attack...

"Is it over?"

Death would be his best outcome. If he survived by mere luck, he would only become his puppet wizard, which would be the beginning of his nightmare.

However, the only tricky part was that he had consumed too much magic power in a series of battles, and he feared he had no strength left to deal with the witch.

Controlling a puppet wizard also requires consuming the Dark Sorcerer’s own magic power.

Celonia gazed at the center of the intense elemental fluctuation. The magnificent elemental waves blew her hair and wizard robe, dispersing the clouds above, her pupils contracting.

Such an attack, if landed on her, would leave no afterward to speak of.

Thankfully, the Demon-Hunting Sorcerer from the Seven-Ring Holy Tower came along.

Just a pity...

"Hmm!?"

Suddenly, as the elemental fluctuation slightly calmed, both Celonia and the Dark Sorcerer exclaimed, sensing something amiss.

A low and heavy breathing, as if the suppressed anger within couldn’t be released. The over ten-meter-tall barbarian giant, curled up in the Bone Prison Barrier, had muscles entwined, twisted into knotted rugged lumps, resembling a gigantic bone armor spiked ball.

The giant’s large, rough hands clenched into fists as sturdy as granite, and its head slowly lifted from its curled position in the bone prison, revealing a pair of cruel and brutal eyes, coldly staring at the Dark Sorcerer on the Synthetic Leviathan.

The atmosphere was frighteningly oppressive and quiet!

On the back of the raging giant, a translucent Dark Sorcerer shadow held a treacherously cunning dagger entwined in a weird stench, inserted precisely at the barely visible hairline crevice between the scales and bone plates.

Yet...

The dagger couldn’t go any further, unable to pierce the barbarian giant’s skin, which felt like a defense as solid as steel!

A high-pressure water stream, spinning vigorously like a sword, shot through the sky, hitting the side of the savage barbarian giant. It reacted with the hot and cold blast from Gilgilrog’s flame energy before, evaporating a large volume of steam.

Yet...

The result was similar to the impact of the flame energy pillar; aside from drenching the barbarian giant in water, it caused no injury!

The Spear of Slaughter, imbued with the essence of human despair, resonated with countless screams echoing by one’s ears. Pale Flame coiled around the pure black bone spear, symbolizing the Dark Sorcerer’s most profound utilization of human despair’s destructive power, which once, during his Second-Level Wizard period, luckily killed a Level-3 Great Wizard with such potent Dark Witchcraft.

Now...

The pure black Spear of Slaughter, over ten meters long, struck the barbarian giant’s chest, with the Pale Flame even shattering some bone spikes. The bone armor appeared to be softening, and the black scales fell off, yet the bone spear couldn’t pierce the barbarian giant’s quintessential defense, its muscular skin!

"This, this, this... this is impossible!"

The Dark Sorcerer screamed, unable to believe the scene before him was real. His proudest attack sorcery couldn’t even harm the enemy’s body; this couldn’t be true!

Roar!

Perhaps suppressed for too long, a wild roar erupted from the depths of the barbarian giant’s throat, forcibly expanding the bone prison barrier that had confined its body into a coiled mass.

With the roar, the Spear of Slaughter on the barbarian giant’s chest, ablaze with Pale Flame, trembled violently, struck by an unimaginably vast source of vitality from within the barbarian giant’s body, as if on the verge of extinguishing.

At this moment, the crisp cracking sound of "krack, krack" was heard, surprisingly from the pure black Spear of Slaughter shattering.

The next moment, with a "bang"!

The fragments of the Spear of Slaughter, burning with Pale Flame, flew apart, mingling with the shattered bone prison in all directions. The strong impact even caused the fragments to explosively cut through the air, leaving no more restraints surrounding the barbarian giant, freeing it anew.

"Ah!"

A cry of agony; it was the barbarian giant’s rough hand transforming into a shadow, capturing the translucent figure behind it with incredible speed. The immense eyes filled with cruelty and violence beneath Green’s Truth Mask had long locked onto this person.

Boom!

Having no resistance, the stealthy, ambushing Dark Sorcerer was casually crushed by the barbarian giant’s large hand like a worm, with blood seeping through the rough hand.

"Escape!"

The Level-3 Dark Sorcerer was terrified, realizing he had indeed encountered one of the most terrifying Demon-Hunting Sorcerers of the Wizard Continent, or perhaps even the Abyssal King of the Abyss emerging.

Even though Dark Sorcerers had the upper hand over humans, he was merely a newly advanced Level-3 Dark Sorcerer, not one of those abominable great dark sorcerers deep in the Dark Domain. How could he confront such a terrifying sorcerer?

This time, his luck was truly awful!

Boom!

The vast sea surface surged with waves reaching the sky, rippling outward tens of thousands of meters. The Synthetic Leviathan let out a pained wail from the impact of the barbarian giant’s fall.

With short, stout legs moving repeatedly, the enormous bulk of the barbarian giant used its hands and feet like a hulking ball, rushing towards the Level-3 Dark Sorcerer who was desperately casting some life-saving sorcery, swatting aside a Second-Level Dark Sorcerer puppet and ignoring the Dark Witchcraft as if it was nothing. Its tusked mouth roared as its massive barbarian body pressed down toward the tiny dot before it.

Green had already comprehended the fear and panic in the opponent’s eyes when looking at him, causing his incantation of the sorcery spell to falter, and his desperation power to fail to resonate perfectly with his body.

In a panic, the Dark Sorcerer’s right hand, originally intended to control Green as a puppet wizard with the despair orb, dispersed with a "puff," transforming into a black defense shield to protect itself.

Thud!

With the Synthetic Leviathan’s frantic shaking toss, the barbarian giant was deflected from the black defense shield attack, appearing unable to destroy it in a short time.

"Shadow of Despair Grimm, hahaha, don’t worry, this is the source trace of his Life Casket, he’s not getting away!"

Celonia surprisingly pulled a thread incomprehensible to Green from the void. One end of this thread connected to the Dark Sorcerer, while the other extended to the unknown depths of the Dark Domain in the distant ocean.

"No!"

Inside the black defense shield, the Dark Sorcerer, who was chanting a sorcery spell, froze, his eyes filled with Soul Fire looking toward Celonia’s hands, unveiling utter disbelief and complete despair. (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian () to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read at m.).