A Sorcerer’s Journey

Chapter 759: Chapter 758: The Fallen Arm

The Evil Dragon Tri-Souls consists of the Sunscar, Moonscar, and Starscar Evil Dragons.

Among them, the Moonscar Evil Dragon is the most powerful, while the Sunscar and Starscar Evil Dragons have formed another team, rallying other exiles entering this Sealing Space.

From this, it appears that the Blood Ghost has already made proper arrangements for gathering the strength of the rebels, demonstrating considerable wisdom rather than impulsive and reckless deployment.

Since this is the case, with a more renowned strong figure among the exiles making arrangements, Green, as one of the rebel members, also joined this alliance.

Hu chi, hu chi, hu chi...

The Sunscar and Starscar Evil Dragons flew over with three individuals,

The three were the former One-Star Abyss King Emperor Gan, the forest essence Gilgamesh, and an exile from the Ancient Demon Servant Yifang, a five-meter-tall Blue Crystal Giant, radiating gentle light spots like a clear lake under the moonlight, piercing into the heart.

Emperor Gan came flying with the purple-glow greatsword on his back, his black silky hair flowing with a few wild and unruly traits, and a gigantic scar slanted across his entire cheek, his sharp eyes piercing into one’s mind.

Although he had already lost the throne of One-Star Holy Tower Abyss King, as the brother of the Ungovernable Battling Stigma Sorcerer, Emperor Gan’s identity as a strong figure is undeniable. If not for the many exiles gathered in this Sealing Space, his true identity should be that of a bounty hunter.

Upon the arrival of the forest essence Gilgamesh, his verdant eyes naturally locked gazes with Green, exchanging a look. The First-Level Honor Medal they each wore brought the attention of the will of the Wizard World, their mutual perception was so clear.

Yet at this moment, Green gazed at this Witch with a complex expression.

Originally, the "clothing" chosen by the Demon Ancestor’s Finger was this Witch. Only later did it alter its target due to Green’s appearance, something that Gilgamesh clearly hadn’t realized.

Now, the Demon Ancestor’s Finger blocked the only exit of this Sealing Space, and without defeating it, none could escape this space!

And to defeat that part of the Demon Ancestor’s Finger?

Based on Green’s previous combat strength assessment, if that segment of the Demon Ancestor’s Finger only had the power seen previously, and Green activated the heart of magic, along with everyone else revealing their trump cards, there might just be the faintest chance of breaking through the seal.

But as a Nameless Ancient Demon, how could it possibly possess only that amount of power?

As an Abyss Summoner in the Flame Soul World, Green clearly understood the terror of Abyssal Summoning. If that segment of the Demon Ancestor’s Finger unleashed the Abyssal Summoning, they wouldn’t be fighting just that segment and the myriad black rats, but the abyssal army within the entire Sealing Space.

By then...

Heart bitter, Green could not voice it. Now, all he could do was go all out for a chance at survival!

If that segment of the Demon Ancestor’s Finger lacked absolute assurance, it would never have previously allowed Green to observe undeterred.

Evidently, in the judgment of the Demon Ancestor’s Finger, the entirety of the Sealing Space was already in its grasp, immune to any clever plans of resistance, allowing Green to leave unimpeded, without even a hint of pursuit, as if fearful of damaging this "clothing."

"Oh? Is this all that’s left?"

The Blood Ghost gazed at the thirteen who gathered.

About thirty-odd individuals had entered this Sealing Space, and nearly two days had passed. Now, only thirteen remained here.

The Sealing Space, though not excessively large, was certainly not small.

In the face of mutual slaughter and the incessant ambushes by black rats, more than half had already perished. If Green had not decisively abandoned his pursuit of the Fiendish Ghost to search for traces of the Ancient Demon remnant and successfully obtained one, he might have also been swept into the chaotic slaughter.

Moreover, Green noticed that not a single exile from the Ancient Demon Servant Yifang had fallen. It was hard for Green to believe that this wasn’t due to some arrangement by the black rats.

"How did the Golden Pig King die when it once led us to flee from the Two-Star Sacred Tower Abyss King’s rule? After all these years, its strength might even break natural restraints to grow into a creature comparable to a World Master..."

Upon accepting the threat of a common enemy, the Ghostly Bear Essence realized that the information about the Golden Pig King’s death that Green provided might indeed be true, he asked painfully.

Above the Bloodspring Waterfall, a lotus flower slowly emerged, its lotus root growing out arms and legs.

The Blood Ghost calmly said, "At that time, due to an unexpected discovery, the Golden Pig King forcibly seized something among seven of us exiles, including me and the Sunscar and Starscar, and was ultimately jointly killed by us."

This lotus root was the true form of the Blood Ghost.

"Hm!? Has it reached this extent? Beyond the Abyss, there truly lies another realm. Who would have thought that on this barren and desolate abyssal surface, there would be a powerful creature like you."

With the purple-glow greatsword on his back, Emperor Gan’s voice bore surprise at the sight of the Blood Ghost’s lotus root body.

Grinding their teeth, neither the Ghostly Bear Essence nor the Ironblood Warwolf said anything further. The Wizarding World’s Deep Abyss is such that each step of the strong is culled naturally amidst slaughter, with countless alien slaves sent into the Abyss daily, and innumerable slaves, wizards, and Abyssal Creatures dying.

The killing here never ceases, nor ever ends.

"Let’s go! I can sense that thing above growing stronger and stronger. The Ancient Abyssal Demonic Qi within the entire Sealing Space is boiling, and the energy maintaining the seal’s fissures is nearly depleted. Our time is running out. If we don’t leave before the fissures close, our fate will be the same as theirs..."

The lotus root above the Bloodspring scanned the dust-covered bones across the endless Ancient Battlefield, speaking in a solemn tone.

The thirteen present would be renowned figures in any small world, akin to the Jiurong Mountain in the Shadow Mystery World, yet they have become a world ruler.

Even in some larger worlds, such powerful creatures would be regional overlords inside, but in the Wizard Civilization World, they are merely crickets still struggling and searching hard on the path of evolution under systematic rules.

In the lead of the Blood Ghost, the thirteen soared into the sky.

Hu...

Something seemed to be falling from the sky, a fierce wind roaring, indicating that this thing was quite large.

Those who had just united and taken off all looked towards the source of the roar.

After a swirl of demonic clouds, with a "boom," the earth trembled, demonic cloud blasts spread violently in all directions, and debris flew, taking quite some time to settle down again.

"This is..."

On the cracked and fissured ground, a withered arm, hundreds of meters long, lay quietly. Even after such a collision, the arm bore no damage.

The only thing missing from the arm was the thumb on the palm, bare, surrounded by a hint of pure Abyssal Demonic Qi. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets at Qidian (). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m. to read.)