Sixth Ring Wizard

The old man floated in the air, holding a red crystal, with a ground full of corpses below, as blood spread around, releasing a foul, metallic scent.

He glanced around and softly murmured, "Where is the core of the witch array?"

The red crystal in the old man's hand was a witchcraft artifact specifically used for seizing control of a witch array, requiring the core position to be found first before using the red crystal.

He circled around the residential area without finding anything, then flew towards the Magic Potion Garden to check.

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On his way to the northern castle, Terry saw many magic potion materials planted in the Magic Potion Garden.

The growth of these magic potion materials was excellent, and the area was vast. Terry thought to himself, "In the future, these will belong to the Moss family. I'll deal with that kid in the north first."

Terry had been in the Liquid Stage for a long time now, and dealing with a newly advanced Gaseous Wizard was not an issue for him; he did not think this task would be difficult at all.

As he approached the castle, Terry expanded his magical perception and quickly grasped the situation inside.

There were a man and a woman hiding in the outer castle, both ordinary people without any combat power, posing no threat, so Terry did not bother with them.

In the basement of the inner castle, there was a woman who was somewhat special, her magical aura was quite intense, and her ability should be around that of a Third Class Wizard Apprentice.

Terry silently took note of the person in the basement, then focused all his attention on the plaza behind the inner castle, where a man was standing, with magical fluctuations indicating he was the Herag mentioned in the intel, a Level 1 Gaseous Wizard.

He uttered a few syllables under his breath, and a flame shield appeared around his body.

Although Herag was just a Gaseous Wizard, Terry was determined to go all out, not giving Herag any chance at all.

Terry made his way through the castle, ignoring Lennon and Mary who were hiding, and arrived at the plaza.

Herag was gazing at the starry sky, his back to him.

"You've come?" Herag said softly, his tone calm.

Terry asked curiously, "Were you waiting for me?"

Seeing Herag like this, it seemed as though he had known he would come and was waiting here intentionally.

If he knew I would come, why not attempt to run away?

Although the inside of Black Rock Valley was enclosed, with no place to run, surely he wouldn't just surrender helplessly.

Thinking of this, Terry sneered, "Good that you know there's nowhere to run; it saves me a lot of effort. I'll act a bit faster."

He carefully sensed again, confirming Herag was indeed at the Gaseous Stage in terms of spiritual power.

Herag turned around, calmly looking at Terry and said, "I've always been pondering a question, whether absolute power can surpass everything. It's just right to use you for an experiment. Liquid Stage, not too strong, not too weak."

"Just perfect."

Terry felt uneasy being looked at by his eyes, which seemed to completely disregard him.

Talking about conducting an experiment, does this guy not understand the current situation?

"Blood Python's Fury."

Herag took out a vial of blood and smeared it onto his palm.

Seeing his action, Terry was initially cautious, but upon realizing it was just a Level 0 Spell, he smiled, "How useful can such an enhancement be?"

"Mountain Elf's Blessing."

"Wind Elf's Blessing."

"Absolute Defense."

Herag consecutively used three spells, with light flashing over his body continuously, and a multicolored shield appeared around him.

Terry frowned slightly; those two beneficial spells were fine, he didn't think those spells were particularly formidable.

What caught his attention was the odd-looking shield which seemed somewhat unusual, and he intuitively sensed something was off.

"Giant Body."

Herag's body expanded rapidly, his clothes instantly shredded.

Terry was dumbfounded, slightly lifting his head to look at the muscular giant before him, a sense of foreboding rising within him.

"Dark Armor."

Herag had no habit of running around naked and swiftly donned the dark armor, his entire body being fully enveloped in the black armor.

He swiftly invoked the power of the Thunder God Ancestor Bloodline, with arcs of lightning flickering across the black armor.

Seeing the giant exuding an aura of darkness in front of him, Terry involuntarily took a step back.

He quickly formed a Fireball in his hand and shot it towards Herag.

Herag neither dodged nor avoided it, as the fireball hit him, bursting into many sparks without causing him the slightest harm.

"Fire Energy Mastery? Your luck really isn't that good," Herag murmured.

With high-level flame resistance, such fire magic posed no threat to him in this state.

Herag glanced at the scattering sparks, saying in a deep voice, "My turn now."

His entire body tensed, with a forceful stomp, launching himself forward with electric light flashing past in the air behind him.

In the next instant, Herag appeared in front of Terry with a right fist clenched tightly.

He swung a punch, an ordinary straight punch, accompanied by a fierce gust and whooshing sound.

Terry's pupils contracted, caught off-guard as Herag's fist crashed into his flame shield.

In an instant, the shield cracked into countless webs, then shattered into pieces.

A layer of flame automatically surfaced on Terry's body—a talent spell of his.

Herag's fist struck Terry's chest, with the colossal force bending Terry's body backward, making him spew a mouthful of blood, with chunks of flesh in it—his shattered organs.

Immediately afterward, Terry was sent flying.

The flame layer on Terry's body could not withstand such immense power, barely hindering Herag at all.

Herag followed up closely, appearing behind Terry in a flash, lifting his leg for a fierce kick right at Terry's tailbone.

The crack of bones was clear, and Terry didn't even have time to utter a scream before his body changed direction again, being sent flying, dragging a long trace on the ground before rolling to a halt at the edge of the plaza, his body twitching incessantly.

Herag flickered and appeared next to Terry.

Terry was still alive, struggling to move his eyes to look at the black-armored giant beside him, his eyes filled with fear.

It was too fast.

Terry hadn't had the chance to react, many of his magical tactics hadn't even been executed yet before being severely injured by just a punch and a kick from Herag.

Laying on the ground, Terry's body had lost sensation across multiple areas, and there was a strange absence of pain.

What Terry didn't know was that his body was currently grotesquely twisted, with his waist appearing almost broken, bent at an extremely unnatural angle.

Once Terry had stepped into the plaza, Herag felt a confidence of victory swelling in his heart.

With his speed, unless prepared and on guard beforehand, it was almost impossible for Terry to react in time.

In full state, Herag, after invoking the power of the Thunder God Ancestor Bloodline, was exceedingly fast.

The distance between them was so short, Herag could easily overpower Terry.

Even being a wizard in the Liquid Stage, with a respectable physical constitution, Terry couldn't withstand Herag's immense power, which ordinary bodies couldn't hope to resist.