Wizard: Stronger through Marriage

Chapter 1203: Chapter 557: Joint Arts Battle, Corroded Hearts

Amy tightly grasped her hand, blue and purple lights fiercely colliding between them.

"Hold on!" Amy shouted, her voice nearly drowned out by the roar of energy, "We’re almost there!"

At that critical moment, David suddenly leaped off the altar, sprinting towards the direction of the black vortex.

His figure became smaller and smaller in the wind and snow, eventually swallowed completely by the purple glow.

"David!" Amy’s cry echoed in the wind and snow, but no one responded anymore.

The light on the altar reached its peak, then suddenly extinguished.

The distant black vortex also disappeared, leaving only a massive ice cavity as proof of what once occurred there.

The wind and snow gradually calmed, and the night sky returned to darkness.

The group stood silently on the altar, with only Liliana’s faint sobs piercing the quiet.

Amy gazed in the direction where David vanished, her magic staff hanging limply by her side.

A tear slid down her cheek, freezing into an ice crystal the moment it touched the ground.

The dawn in the Far North arrived silently like this.

Night fell once more, and the wilderness of the Far North was engulfed in endless coldness.

The gale cut through the air like sharp blades, the cold, piercing aura spreading, casting everything in a somber, deep silver-gray.

The dancing snowflakes in the dim starlight were like countless broken silver fragments, rolling in the wind and falling upon the ice-sealed earth and jagged rocks.

Outside the camp, the distant shadows grew longer, a mysterious and eerie aura slowly spreading from the depths of darkness.

It was a place known as the "Abyss Shadow Rift"—a node where Chaos Law leaked, and the place everyone feared most.

There, space twisted unpredictably, like a black vortex constantly rotating, devouring light and order.

Inside the tent, David sat silently at the heart of the totem rune array, his gaze deep and heavy as the night, his forehead slightly sweating, yet determined.

His hands rested overlapping on his knees, ghostly blue spiritual power ripples faintly emerging from his palms, the newly mastered "Chaos Resonance Technique"—an ancient secret technique capable of reverse-analyzing and tracing the source frequency of Chaos Energy.

Reina stood beside him, her eyes fixed on the complex waveform patterns on the shimmering screen, those flickering data points like beacons in a chaotic ocean, guiding their direction.

"Based on the resonance waveform characteristics," Reina whispered, "we’ve managed to lock onto the spatial coordinates of the resonance source, its location is extremely peculiar—right at the edge of the Abyss Shadow Rift."

David frowned tightly, raising a hand to lightly touch the gray-white patch on his left arm, which trembled slightly as if receiving transmitted information.

"That place..." he murmured, "is both where darkness and order intertwine most violently, and the area our people most dread to intervene historically."

Outside, the gale howled incessantly, lifting the tent flaps several times.

A feeling of oppression seeped layer upon layer through the air into everyone’s chest, making their respiration shortened and heavy.

It was as if invisible giant eyes were closely watching their every move, constantly peeking and judging.

Amy walked slowly to David’s side, lightly gripping his shoulder to convey comfort with her warm strength.

"The closer we get, the more dangerous it becomes, but also more likely to sever the enemy’s extension." She whispered, "This chase must be cautious and decisive, with no retreat."

Zelros stood at the tent’s entrance, sword drawn, looking towards the heavens where the rift entrance loomed, snake-like, twisted and crawling.

His face was ashen, each wrinkle of his brow gathering intensified unease.

"The path ahead is full of conspiracies and traps," he warned, "The enemy uses ’Shadow Council’ energy to cloak the entry, making conventional detection entirely ineffective.

We must rely on David’s unique bloodline energy and resonance technique to break through the mist."

Liliana, at this moment, held out an ancient rune staff, embedded with an ice crystal, a relic of the Star Pupil Race, and placed it at the center of the rune array. A chill instantly permeated the tent, bringing goosebumps to everyone’s skin.

"This is the ’Ice Mirror Shield,’ it can reflect and temporarily strip away ’Shadow Council’ energy interference," she explained, "But it can only be activated briefly, we must seize the opportunity."

The faces in the tent were illuminated with bluish-purple light, some people’s lips were tightly closed, others’ eyes blazed, yet all were filled with resolve and determination.

They knew the journey ahead would most likely be a mortal one, yet hesitated not for a moment, for guarding their faith became life’s only meaning.

"Prepare well." Reina instructed one last time as she resolutely stepped towards the array core, constantly adjusting the barrier parameters to ensure stable operation.

"This action is destined to be extremely arduous, but as long as we keep our minds pure, we will not lose our way!"

After a long wait, a storm suddenly gathered above the altar, and the blue-purple runes swiftly spun and spread into a dazzling web, enveloping the entire camp.

Rippling oscillations appeared in the air, as if time was being stretched, or space being compressed. Everyone felt the energy within them converge with the earth spirit vein, a power rising spontaneously yet indescribably clear.

Thereafter, under the solemn gaze of the group, David slowly closed his eyes, concentrating every ounce of his spirit.

He channeled the dual extreme powers of flame and frost within his body, combined with the newly awakened chaos resonance technique, and harmonizing with the bloodline origin’s oscillation frequency, traced an arc of pale blue through the air—a trajectory like an arrow piercing the void straight towards the rift entrance hidden in the mist afar!