A Sorcerer’s Journey

Chapter 964: Chapter 956: Deepening Projections

"Wagagaga..."

Faintly, there was a sense of excitement emanating from the Origin Soul Fire on Xiao Ba’s side.

It seems that after this Spacetime Altar has been lit, some special reactions occur in the world fissures between the Spirit People World and the Parasitic Spore World.

Apparently, due to the ancient knowledge applied from the Ancient Wizards on the Spacetime Altar, there were certain changes in this world invasion compared to the world fissure invasions Green had previously experienced.

The flame on the Spacetime Altar burns quietly; Green needs to maintain it for about the duration of an hourglass’s burn, then he no longer has to pay attention to it.

"The Lung of the World! As a medium-sized world, it should be more intact compared to some small worlds. Let’s spend more time exploring the ocean, hoping to find a large node coordinate..."

...

Spirit People World.

Emerald green leaf shadows float between reality and illusion, with the mysterious power from the Parasitic Spore World’s projections continuously manifesting in front of the Spirit People’s world fissures. With the gathering conflicts between the World Masters on both sides of the fissure escalating, the connection between the worlds gradually tightened, far from the low lethality it had when Green left.

"Damn it!"

With the dark eyes radiating a hint of anger, Dark Wings Nikola, who has yet to establish the Source of Magic Power to officially become a Stigmata Wizard, murmured lowly.

A scar on his cheek, quickly healed by his special World Master body, underscored the growing impact of these projection attacks that made the Stigmata Wizards feel the intense malice from the Parasitic Spore World.

The other side not only showed no fear or weakness but continuously upgraded their counterattacks, posing considerable threats to the Sorcerer Slave Monster Corps gathered here.

In desperation, the Stigmata Wizards already ordered the Arcane Wizards to retreat from the influence range of the Parasitic Spore World projections near the world fissure.

"Since you’ve already ascended to Level Four, spend more time reinforcing the integration of this body—you’re only demonstrating one-third of its original strength."

Compared to the impact of the Parasitic Spore World projection power on Dark Wings Nikola, Youquan, wielding a Black Flame Greatsword, showed no discomfort. As soon as the green leaf shadows approached within ten meters, they were driven away by the invisible tension emanating from Youquan’s bandaged body.

In the sky, beneath the white bandages, Youquan’s sharp eyes glanced toward the ground.

Many slave monsters had already been injured or killed by the world projection attacks. Their bodies were being devoured by stronger monsters without any compassion.

The myriad cold Stigmata Wizards were not at all inclined to retreat; they persistently increased their counterattacks, attempting to compel the other side to surrender first!

"Guarding the relic pride of the Ancient Wizards..."

Youquan glanced coldly at the endless panic-laden black clouds gathered in front of the world fissure.

Nigra and Youquan had long been acquainted. This soul-invaded Foreign Domain World Master’s body had yet to display its full capabilities; Nigra’s pale face and beautiful amber eyes cast a glance at Youquan.

"Being able to break through to Level Four before the civilization war, I’ve already given my all. Unlike you—I have neither any of your good fortune nor your junior brother’s freakish talent. As someone who hasn’t even established a Source of Magic Power, you’ve already started peering into intermediate worlds with numerous World Masters!"

From Nigra’s sour tone, it was evident that organizing so many Stigmata Wizards to invade the Spirit People World, using this world as a springboard to invade the Parasitic Spore World, garnered an enviable harvest for Green.

Though unable to express it in front of Green, Nigra’s complaints were normal around such a long-time acquaintance.

Youquan looked at Nigra without speaking, his gaze shifting from the Panic Boiling Stigmata Grand Sorcerer to the Stigmata Sorcerer of Soul-devouring Kiss.

"The Void World chased away that big fellow, but Panic Boiling Stigmata Grand Sorcerer is nearing his limit. Soul-devouring Kiss has been persistently counterattacking the Parasitic Spore World projections—I wonder how the situation is over there."

At this moment, the Stigmata Sorcerer of Soul-devouring Kiss seemed a bit frustrated too, often swearing in agitation.

Days ago, overwhelmed by rage, he personally slaughtered massive numbers of the Slave Legion in a blood sacrifice, exacting insane revenge on the Parasitic Spore World, leaving the countless Slave Monster Corps trembling in fear.

Heaven alone knew what kind of dark witchcraft the Stigmata Sorcerer, who had been engaging in projection attacks with the other side for over a year, was responding with.

"Luckily, Green summoned these old fellows too, otherwise we’d be hard-pressed—hmm!?"

Suddenly, Nigra sensed something.

Other Stigmata Wizards, including the then cruelly sneering Stigmata Sorcerer of Soul-devouring Kiss, also turned to look at the altar beside the collapsed Hunting Tower ruins.

"Hahaha, seems like Green is making good progress over there, managing to light a Spacetime Altar so quickly."

Almost simultaneously, the world fissure, capable of barely allowing a Third-Level Creature to pass through, seemed empowered, expanding at a visible speed far exceeding prior growth.

Soul-devouring Kiss, who had been struggling against the Parasitic Spore World for over a year, unwittingly showed delight amid his sustained anger, licking his red lips.

"Hold on; no need to rush. Deploying Level Four Stigmata for invasion recklessly is still too risky."

Advised Panic Boiling Stigmata Grand Sorcerer, as an Ancient Wizard with enough age and experiences of wartime failures, he was not blindly impulsive.

"I know."

Responded Soul-devouring Kiss, yet excitedly gestured to summon a ram-headed monster snake from the ground.

The Level Three monster shook with fear before the near-tangible pressure of the Sixth-Level Stigmata Wizard’s proximity, bereft of autonomous thought.

"Take this over there."

The crystal ball toss by Soul-devouring Kiss was caught by the ram-headed snake monster, directing indifferently towards the world fissure, unconcerned about the slave monster’s fate, which charged bravely through.

...

Parasitic Spore World.

The oppressive blood-red rain made breathing difficult, anxious and uneasy, reminiscent of a forlorn sky weeping.

A weakening plague spread amongst the tens of thousands, even millions of Plant People army gathered before the world fissure. Despite Fern’s Domain already implementing countermeasures, the effectiveness was limited.

From the Spirit People World’s unknown creature projection attack—bizarre and powerful—preceding the official war, panic had already permeated the Parasitic Spore World.

"Look quickly, the... the fissure is reacting!"

The Plant People soldier responsible for observing the world fissure shouted, with its body already showing numerous black spots from the bloody rain.

The world fissure squirmed incessantly and expanded at an unimaginable rate as King of Fern ascended rapidly to the sky, his bark-wrinkled face grave.

"An unknown adversary has infiltrated this world internally; I sensed faint waves of rejection from the world itself. Although distant, we must find and eliminate it immediately!"

While King of Fern was speaking, chaos abounded at the world fissure, with numerous Plant People army assembling in stern readiness.

As if the entire world reverberated with the tense sound of war horns—what kind of monster could emerge from within!?

Swoosh...

A ram-headed, snake-bodied monster poked out from the fissure, glanced at the billions-strong Plant People army and many World Masters, let out a strange cry, and then quickly shrank back.

An unusual pillar descended from the sky.

"Heh heh heh heh, the game is soon to end; the great Wizard’s Will is about to arrive. Prepare to meet the calamity—I’ve always sensed the trembling fear of those little fellows behind you..."

Reflecting in the water ball screen was the image of King of Male Fern captured and tortured by Panic Boiling Stigmata Grand Sorcerer, prompting terrified cries from numerous Plant People.

With a ’bang,’ a furious vine smashed the crystal ball to pieces! (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, feel free to vote on , for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read at m..)