A Sorcerer’s Journey

Chapter 953: Chapter 945: Panic Boiling

Rumble, rumble...

Corpses lay everywhere, blood flowed like rivers; one Plant Person after another was shattered, and the Parasitic Spore Blood that lost its parasitic host fell into dormancy, waiting for an unwitting consumer to ingest it and infect a new host.

After all, it was nothing more than an invasion army led by a Fifth-Level World Lord avaricious for power. What strength it could muster against small to medium worlds was moot; its plant-based nature offered some advantage over the Devil Locustvine, seeking to graft the Parasitic Spore Catastrophe onto this formidable plant to absorb its chaotic origin and become the new King of Fern, or even...

Yet, facing the tidal wave of the Wizard World’s Slave Monster Corps, with more than twenty World Lords descending with unstoppable force, shattering everything in their path, the once-proud army of Plant People from the Parasitic Spore World crumbled instantly and could not be stopped, with several World Lord followers being killed in quick succession!

Before the World Gate, only the King of Male Ferns and the World Lord of Time-Willow Vine lay prostrate on the ground.

Slowly, from behind the Stigma Sorcerers observing the scene, walked a Stigma Sorcerer wearing a white Spiral Patterned Mask. His red and blue eyes seemed like two calm, burning flames, looking over.

"It’s you!"

The King of Male Ferns, with its many branches broken, was suppressed by a space cage to only about four meters in height, crawling on a sea of plant remains. Sensing this powerful creature emanating a familiar aura, it tried to rise but was pressed down by the unyielding space cage, speaking in a resentful, piercing tone.

Before descending on the Spirit People World, this creature’s projection in the Spirit People World had spoken harshly and declared it would destroy the Parasitic Spore World.

Now...

Sweating coldly and trembling, the King of Male Ferns jerked its head around, feeling through the space cage, across the battlefield of corpse mountains and rivers of blood, and the densely packed monsters. Those two terrifying King-level demons were together grinning ferociously, somehow tearing open a fissure in the Spirit People World against the closed-time-space trajectory of the World Gate!

"No!"

In a heart-wrenching roar, the King of Male Ferns seemed to already see the terrifying demons surging into the Parasitic Spore World, wantonly invading and trampling upon the cherished Mother Realm.

"I’ll agree to whatever you want, as long as you..."

Green, who was walking toward the unconscious World Lord of Time-Willow Vine, stopped and slowly turned his head, looking at this Level Five creature subdued by the great Wizard’s Will, with unspeakable evil.

"Are you afraid?"

"I..."

The King of Male Ferns stopped talking and ceased all further resistance.

"Hehe, don’t even mention him. Even I’m a little afraid of myself now. The whole world is trembling for me, standing atop the world and acting as I please, this kind of loneliness, there’s no one to share it with. Sigh, am I really happy, who can tell me..."

Ignoring this guy completely absorbed in self-indulgence and narcissism, Green continued to walk step by step toward the unconscious World Lord of Time-Willow Vine.

"Hehe, Oblivion Tower, I’ve personally subdued this guy in accordance with your previous rewards. Let’s settle the reward together after invading the Parasitic Spore World..."

"Roar, don’t you dare!"

Feigning death, the World Lord of Time-Willow Vine suddenly erupted, unleashing its original force in a full strike toward Green.

Boom!

However, as ripples emanated from the space cage’s barrier, this World Lord, long bereft of its life essence willow branch, was utterly powerless to break through the space cage set by the Skeleton Clock Tower Stigmata Wizard, only able to gaze up at Green with eyes full of hate.

"Still playing that game, huh? Hehehehe."

The Skeleton Clock Tower Stigmata Wizard mocked, placing a skeletal ankle upon the old willow in disdain.

Green, holding the "Book of Truth," pressed down with his left hand, signaling the restless Slave Legion to retreat, his eyes beneath the Face of Truth looking at this valuable captive, sneering quietly.

"You devoured my external avatar and now want a taste of my true form, hmm..."

Green reached out, tore off a large handful of willow fluff from the giant willow branch, chewed, and tasted it, nodding in satisfaction.

"So, my young lord, tastes like cream doesn’t it? Later, let Lab use this willow fluff as a seasoning, have some with afternoon tea, oh, and lemon juice too. Just think how pleasant life would be, and we could send some to Leafy, oh yeah!"

Xiao Ba’s expression was utterly intoxicated, basking in bliss.

"Indeed, seal it in the ninety-ninth layer of the Secret Abyss as the second collectable after the Screaming Cockroach Matriarch!"

Nodding slightly to the Skeleton Clock Tower Stigmata Wizard, Green then slowly walked toward the King of Male Ferns, who had been observing the movements of Panic Boiling Stigma Grand Sorcerer and Stigma Grand Sorcerer of Soul-devouring Kiss.

Leaving this Level Five creature was not Green’s idea, but rather Panic Boiling Stigmata Grand Sorcerer’s intention!

As for why?

Apparently, collecting the panic energy of this Fifth-Level World Lord has some auxiliary benefits for the elemental embodiment purification of Panic Boiling Stigmata Grand Sorcerer, which cannot be ignored.

With this, Green was more than willing to cooperate.

"Speak then... though I know not which world’s ignorant master you are, just with what you’ve said you have already brought doom upon your world. Now, the Parasitic Spore World fissure is right before you. If you have the courage, come and destroy it! If not, when we descend, we shall surely find your secret place in the Spirit People World, find the clues to your world, and impart invasion and destruction!"

Green sneered, looking towards the distant horizon.

"See that? It won’t take long, a few months? A few years? Following the ripples of those still-ungone time-space cracks, Panic Boiling Stigma Grand Sorcerer and Stigma Grand Sorcerer of Soul-devouring Kiss will reopen the World Gate. By then, all this, that, and every despised power of the Wizard World you once looked down upon will swarm in and enslave everything you cherished under the Wizard’s Will..."

From a distant direction, the Panic Boiling Stigmata Sorcerer seemed to sense something, glanced over here, subtly smiled, and continued executing the world gate restoration plan.

Such high-level space-time technology, apart from the Stigma Grand Sorcerer of Soul-devouring Kiss, perhaps no one else in the Wizard World could master such abilities.

"Green, several people have secretly contacted me, wanting to talk to you about collaborating on the invasion. Your ability to forcibly dismantle the World’s Veil rule has many secretly watching in amazement."

Youquan sent a secret transmission.

This Green had long anticipated, compared to the risky assaults of Body Refining Sorcerers into worlds in the past, the shocking, overturning ease with which Green entered was truly impressive! (To be continued. If you enjoyed the work, you’re welcome to vote for recommendations or monthly tickets on Qidian (). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please read on m..)