The Bizarre Wizarding World

The scent of the Divine came like a thick mist, staining the nearby air in colors.

If observed closely, one could see thirteen distinct figures behind the passageway.

"Now is the time!"

Batalov roared angrily, raising his right hand high. His body ignited fiercely from the fingertips, like kindling!

The grand will of the world was summoning a descent; it not only brought power but also, under the design of the Supreme Councilman, transmitted the image here to every corner of the Siya Continent's sky.

Anyone who raised their head could clearly see this scene in the blue sky.

"What is this?"

"Look quickly at the sky!"

"It's the Divine, the Divine has invaded!"

"No! There's also the Supreme Councilman!"

"What on earth is happening?"

The people of the Siya Continent looked up, their astonished voices rising one after another.

Those Divine figures, who should have brought pollution, became harmless under the protection of the world's will, allowing people to see the full picture clearly.

All the people of the Wizard Clan stopped what they were doing, went to the open ground, and raised their heads to watch the scene before them.

There was no sound, no special movement, but after a moment, with the help of the world's will, everyone understood the projection before them.

So... it was the descent of the Divine.

The fear that had almost been worn away by ten years of peace and prosperity resurged.

Some timid ones, upon seeing this scene, even began to tremble and cry.

But soon, suddenly, a wisp of pure white flame appeared in the projection!

This flame seemed to be the first morning glow nurtured out of the deep darkness of night.

Fear, unrest, panic... these negative emotions dissipated under the light of the flame.

Replaced by an indescribable melancholy obstinance.

Everyone understood that the Supreme Councilman intended to sacrifice himself to give the Wizard Clan another thousand years of stability!

Someone else began to sob, but this time it wasn't due to fear.

Fwoosh!

White flames blazed from Batalov's body, from the bodies of all the other Supreme Councilmen!

They spontaneously gathered together, connecting in an extremely complex structure, then formed thirteen beams of light, fiercely shooting toward the Divine behind the channel!

Watching this scene, watching all the Supreme Councilmen turn to ashes before them, silence enveloped the Yanan World.

Colin silently clenched his fist, his expression growing more determined.

A moment later, the white lights disappeared from the other end of the passageway.

Snowflakes drifted down slowly, and suddenly everything became silent, leaving only the sound of the cold wind blowing.

After a while, with the interference of external forces gone, the World Barrier began to repair itself, and the black passageway in front of them gradually started to shrink.

It seemed the Divine... had been sealed again?

Boom!

In the next moment, the black passageway, which had already shrunk significantly, was suddenly torn open by several mighty forces!

The grand figure of the Divine emerged, and moreover, it was the true form descending!

"Ridiculous, a thousand years have passed, yet you're still using the same old tricks."

With a snort.

The Lord of the Dusklight seized the white light entirely in his hand, then crushed it in a single grip.

The light spots falling from his palm were like cold snow, landing in everyone's hearts, bringing a bone-chilling cold.

The world fell silent once more.

The attack made by the seven Supreme Councilmen sacrificing their lives was so easily neutralized, it didn't even cause a bit of harm to the Divines before them.

The Fourth Rank Wizards in front of the World Barrier showed surprised expressions on their faces.

On the way here with Colin, they were already aware of the situation, aware that the Divine was attacking again, and the Supreme Councilmen were prepared to sacrifice themselves to seal Them.

As for them, following Colin's words, they were here to back up, just in case.

Just in case... No one had thought about the just in case; the plan was supposed to go smoothly, but reality dealt all the wizards present a heavy blow!

A thousand years passed, wizards stagnated, while the Divine did not cease progressing.

Under the projection of the world's will, this scene was also broadcast to everyone.

On the dim snowfield, thirteen towering figures stood in front of the shattered World Barrier, brilliant light radiating from Their bodies in all directions, like flickering auroras.

The ashes of the Supreme Councilmen were already buried by the falling snow, leaving behind only a few dozen wizards that seemed especially insignificant before the Divine.

Despair spread...

Panic began to boil over the Siya Continent.

Boom!

And yet at this moment, a golden flame as red as the sun appeared!

"It's the Miracle Chief!" someone exclaimed!

Ten years had passed, and Colin's figure had long been etched in the hearts of everyone on the Siya Continent.

So even with the distraction of the flame, everyone still recognized this great Miracle Chief.

Everyone grew quiet again, watching this imposing figure, silently praying, hoping for a miracle to happen.

In front of the World Barrier.

"Prepare for battle, everyone.

For you and me, for everything behind us..."

Colin's calm voice echoed, he faced the thirteen Divines in front of him, yet showed little fear.

He had done everything he could.

So even if the Supreme Councilmen's plan failed, even if they faced yet another desperate situation, his heart held no trace of fear.

If anything, there might be a sense of regret.

Regret... at not being able to embrace them for a moment longer just now.

But life is like that, crises that can overturn everything always come unexpectedly...

Colin's expression grew increasingly stern, restraining his impulse to look back.