A Sorcerer’s Journey

Chapter 760: Chapter 759: Rolling Demon Clouds

Heh heh heh heh heh heh...

The crowd paused, observing the colossal arm that had descended from the sky and crashed into the ground. Suddenly, an eerie and sinister laughter echoed throughout the sealing space, as if expressing the joy of rebirth or the thrill of breaking free from shackles, sending shivers down the spine of everyone present as it resounded in every corner of the sealing space.

Everyone’s face changed simultaneously.

Those who had been hesitant about the situation now confirmed that this space likely contained remnants of an ancient demon!

To have lingered since the times of the ancient wars until now, slumbering for such long ages within the sealing space, while many World Master Level Nameless Ancient Demons unearthed from various seals have vanished, yet this demon remains — could it be...

An ominous, unsettling emotion permeated everyone’s minds. Although they had acquired a few premium sorcery instruments from ancient relics, the explorers of the sealing space had unwittingly fallen into a pre-set conspiracy.

Swoosh...

Suddenly, the Abyssal Demonic Qi seemed to surge more violently from all directions, rapidly converging towards the fissure in the sky.

As the Abyssal Demonic Qi that swirled around the ground was swiftly drawn away, a temporary depletion occurred. Threads and wisps of black Abyssal Demonic Qi seeped up from the subterranean soil, stone crevices, and the boundless Abyss Moss covering the ground to replenish it.

The Demonic Qi interwove and refilled the surface of this sealed ancient battlefield space, concealing the withered remnants and inheriting Abyssal Creatures.

"The exit of the seal!"

Whizz, whizz, whizz, whizz, whizz, whizz, whizz, whizz, whizz...

No longer doubting, everyone rushed towards the sky where the Demonic Qi was swirling.

This sealing space was once impenetrable even to World Master Level Nameless Ancient Demons, yet upon being discovered by the group from outside and cracked open, left them only one path. Once the fissure heals and they are sealed within, death would be inevitable.

"Urgh..."

Suddenly, the Ironblood Warwolf uttered a muffled groan, disbelief etched on his face. Though he narrowly avoided a fatal blow due to his heightened crisis awareness, his injured left arm was severed by a black rat’s claw, crimson blood flowing freely.

Within the rolling Demonic Qi, a black rat licked the blood from its claws, letting out a sinister, cold laugh.

"Awooo!"

With a resonant wolf howl, the Ironblood Warwolf swung his remaining paw coiled in golden light, slashing angrily and bloodthirstily at the escaping black rat amidst the rolling Abyssal Demonic Qi. The golden threads tore into the depths of the demon clouds, dispersing them without finding any trace of the black rat.

"Be cautious of the Abyssal Demons lurking within these demon clouds."

The resisting Blood Ghost expertly extended a blood-colored crystal thread into a surging pure black demon cloud and accurately extricated a large black rat, strangling it into two segments.

"Pffft," with a sound, the black rat dissolved into a mass of Demonic Qi, dispersing into two withered black tufts.

"Huh?"

Forest Essence Gilgamesh, being an Elemental Wizard, much like Green, seized one of the black tufts almost instinctively. Beneath the Face of Truth, Green’s eyes gleamed with excitement even in such peril.

Unlike Green, Gilgamesh’s green eyes looked at the rope-like tuft, murmuring, "It seems to be some form of division witchcraft. To dare use such an ability in the Wizard World, though, unfortunately, I do not specialize in Curse Witchcraft. Otherwise..."

Green inwardly let out a series of cold laughs,

Just a mere Third-Level Wizard, daring to use Curse Witchcraft against the Nameless Ancient Demon Demon Ancestor. If it were feasible, wouldn’t the Ancient Wizards have lost too foolishly?

At that moment, the Face of Truth’s sensory exploration sharply detected danger within a mass of demonic qi on the side, the Sword of Malice slashing out with a "squeak," severing a rat’s paw, causing the black rat that tried to ambush Green to hide deeper within the Demonic Qi.

The Moon Scar Evil Dragon fiercely flapped its wings, dispersing the surging Abyssal Demonic Qi nearby, revealing a black rat inside. In the next instant, with the Fiendish Ghost’s black Death Scythe sweeping across, the black tiger "pfft," vanished into a cloud of Demonic Qi.

"We cannot stop!"

Led by the Blood Ghost, everyone guarded against the black rats persistently ambushing from the surging Abyssal Demonic Qi while heading towards the relic’s seal fissure where the Demonic Qi converged.

In everyone’s hearts, the oppressive feeling, as if a mountain weighed down upon them, grew stronger, even involuntarily slowing their flight pace due to the pressure.

Whizz, whizz, whizz, whizz, whizz, whizz, whizz, whizz, whizz...

Suddenly, as if breaking through an invisible barrier, everyone burst out from the layer of Abyssal Demon Clouds. The rolling demon clouds beneath their feet no longer spiraled upwards, seemingly suppressed as the purple fissure in the opened ancient seal was gradually being subdued by the sealing space’s self-recovery, beginning to vanish.

Under the sealing power, these turbulent Abyssal Demon Clouds were thoroughly suppressed.

Sizzle!

Purple arcs of electricity jumped incessantly, this being the clash between the opened sealing space’s purple fissure and sealing space’s rules, creating regulatory vibrations.

Among the numerous exiled strong ones, an unprecedented silence prevailed—a death-like silence, as they quietly stared at the oppressive, indescribable creature wrapped in Abyssal Demonic Qi in front of the purple fissure, their blood nearly congealed by fear.

"This is a Nameless Ancient Demon, a real Nameless Ancient Demon; such a thing actually exists in the Wizard World..."

With a tumultuous, waterfall-like form, the Blood Ghost wriggled restlessly, seemingly unable to freely control his movements in the presence of this Abyssal Demonic control entity.

Beyond the Blood Ghost, the Sun Scar, Moon Scar, and Starscar Evil Dragon Tri-Souls remained in silence, the wings on their flying fans stiff, the Fiendish Ghost wielding a black crescent Death Scythe, summoned an Abyssal Demonic Qi embodying Wizard World Rules, enveloping his form.

"It really... is a Nameless Ancient Demon!"

The blood-borne instinctive hatred, seeded in the soul from undergoing the Wizard World’s will, left marks of ancient memories. Emperor Gan, Gilgamesh, and Green felt overwhelmed by anger.

Such fiery anger, as if the countless Ancient Wizards who once safeguarded the last civilization of the Wizard World during the Ancient Times were now roaring and shouting, causing blood veins to emanate, breaths to accelerate, and the entire person to seemingly ignite.

Crack!

Emperor Gan wielding the purple Light Sword, gripped so tightly his finger joints emitted a "crack" sound.

Among the remaining exiles, the Giant Tortoise Exile, Blue Crystal Giant, Ironblood Warwolf, and Ghostly Bear Essence instinctively trembled. Yet, the only exit of this sealing space, the purple fissure, lay beyond the terrifying figure amidst the demon cloud, taunted by over two hundred black rats floating and laughing sinisterly.

The mysterious person beneath the black hood focused attention on the Nameless Ancient Demon’s body, black flames burning through the garment, seemingly unable to conceal the terrifying power within.

Nameless Ancient Demons have no fixed shape; they are the essence of Abyssal Demonic Qi, not a specific race.

One might even say they represent the Abyss Will of the Abyssal World!

At this moment, the newly reborn Nameless Ancient Demon from the Demon Ancestor’s Finger, covered entirely in black scales, bore a crocodile-like ferocious head, indifferent eyes like ink, a pair of transparent wings surrounded by Demonic Qi, effortlessly stirring the demonic qi within a few hundred meters radius. Its fifty-meter tall, agile body wielded a hundred-meter-long tail, wantonly lashing behind it.

"My slaves, my last supper, and my garment, heh heh heh heh heh, everything is here."

With a low, cold laugh, the Nameless Ancient Demon extended a black tongue from its crocodile mouth, licking a drop of blood dripping from its claw tip — the aura belonging to the Ironblood Warwolf’s blood. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit Qidian () to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m. for reading.)