Chapter 921
The Horror of the Star Ring Creatures, First Encounter with the Star Ring!
Chapter 921 The terror of the Star Ring creatures, the first encounter with the Star Ring!
In the supernatural purgatory, amidst countless monsters attempting to attack Locke, a humanoid creature emerged. He wore a black military overcoat, his hands wrapped in white cloth strips as gauntlets, and his battle-scarred body was also wrapped in white cloth strips. As he walked on the ground, the powerful magical pressure distorted the surrounding air, causing the monsters around him to scream. The monsters fainted one by one simply by getting close to him.
His magical pressure radiated within the supernatural purgatory, bursting forth with a starlight-like hue, like the brilliance of stars, a magnificent star ring illuminating the earth.
An eagle-man fell from the sky to the ground.
With a loud thud, the eagle-man crashed to the ground, looking at the newcomer in terror.
"Demon... Demon King..."
"How could the Demon King... be here?"
Locke looked at the man wearing a black double-breasted military overcoat and a military cap, guessing that he must have come from a plane in the endless void that was similar to the modern era of his previous life on Earth, because the aesthetic design of the man's military cap and black military overcoat was similar to the style of military overcoats in a certain modern period of his previous life on Earth.
The other person's military cap had a black eagle printed on it.
Locke sensed an unusually immense pressure emanating from the other person.
The Star Ring is a magical pressure symbol that appears only when a certain level of achievement is reached in the endless void. It represents that a person's energy concentration density has reached an incredible level, which is even difficult for ordinary living beings to achieve.
As a warning from the endless void to mortals, this ring of stars appeared to warn the mortal beings within the endless void.
At the same time, it is also an honor for second-ring level life forms, representing their certain status in the endless void.
The appearance of this star ring caused the entire supernatural purgatory to tremble, as if it were on alert. The star ring was both a warning to the world and mortals, and a symbol of the powerful.
This is not a mark unique to Star Ring Wizards, but rather something that appears on all second-ring beings when their energy concentration reaches a certain level.
This so-called 'Demon King' from the supernatural purgatory looked at Locke with eyes filled with a fanatical desire for battle. He pointed a finger at Locke and beckoned, seemingly challenging Locke to fight him.
He crossed his arms, and the surrounding infernal creatures all showed expressions of fear and unease. Clearly, under normal circumstances, a Star Ring-level being could not have appeared here so quickly.
Locke saw the other person staring at the travelogue in his left hand, he curled his lips into a smile and raised his hand.
You want this?
The demon king didn't speak, but simply looked at the travelogue in Locke's hand, his eyes filled with the desire to obtain it.
Locke suddenly felt relieved. Sure enough, there were people killed by the legendary archaeologist wizard Maxwell in this supernatural purgatory. He knew that since Maxwell had been close to Mount Golden Crown, he must have killed people in the vicinity of Mount Golden Crown.
As long as he has killed people, those victims will be absorbed by the supernatural purgatory.
Although the creature in front of them was clearly not from the wizarding world in its previous life, but from another world.
But that doesn't matter, as long as the other party is drawn here by Maxwell's causal influence. The problem is that the other party is a star-ring level being, which is very troublesome.
Even if the opponent is not a Star Ring Wizard, but just a Star Ring-level creature, it is still equivalent to fighting a higher level.
Locke glanced at the provocation in the other person's eyes; it was clear that the other person was confident of victory.
Locke said, "In that case, let's fight."
The Great Roaring Dragon Sparrow behind him trembled and was about to fly forward, but at that moment, the Demon King with his arms crossed took a step back. A strong Behemoth emerged in front of him. This golden, second-ring magical creature roared at Locke, and its killing intent surged into a sound wave that attacked him.
Locke looked at the demon king, whose eyes clearly indicated that if Locke wanted to fight him, he needed to verify whether Locke was qualified.
Locke needs to defeat the henchmen of this demon king in purgatory in order to have the opportunity to fight him.
Locke smiled.
The next moment, the Great Roaring Dragon Sparrow trembled, and the Golden Behemoth immediately raised its massive head. The next moment, a bolt of lightning struck, and the Second Ring Sea Gold Sand transformed into the Flowing Gold Fern Spear, piercing through its head and mouth. Immediately afterward, the Golden Behemoth let out a mournful howl and collapsed to the ground.
This golden behemoth originally only had a little over 10,000 magic pressure, and in this purgatory, its original bloodline advantage could not be brought into play, and its total magic pressure advantage could not be brought into play. So how could it compete with a wizard in terms of wave theory?
So he was instantly killed by Locke's attack.
Among those of the same level, wizards are invincible.
At this moment, Locke looked at the 'Demon King' officer.
The 'Demon King' officer still had his arms crossed. The star ring behind him resembled a burning torch after a planet had shattered. If a magical creature that got too close to him had too low a magical pressure, simply standing next to him would make it impossible for it to stand and cause it to faint to the ground.
The 'Demon King' continued to retreat, at which point a female orc wielding two swords stood in front of Locke.
The female orc roared at Locke, seemingly to bolster her courage.
She raised her hands and swung her twin swords fiercely at Locke. Two killing energies swirled around her blades, and the next moment, Locke vanished before her eyes.
Where are you looking?
Locke's voice came from behind her.
At this moment, a bead of sweat dripped down the forehead of the dual-wielding orc. She turned sharply to look at Locke, her two swords transforming into a series of continuous slashes, like a storm.
'I see. The supernatural purgatory is composed of magical fluctuations; the entire world is a world of fluctuation.'
The Great Roaring Dragon Sparrow behind Locke maintained high-speed movement, avoiding all of the opponent's attacks.
'Therefore, in the endless, ceaseless battles, the creatures of this world gradually learned the power of the wizards' energy fluctuations.'
'In this way, these people become the best training partners and punching bags for the power masters. By entering the Supernatural Purgatory and fighting them, the power masters learn about energy fluctuations, absorbing the experience of these opponents in battle, thus achieving rapid transformation themselves.'
Therefore, this place is a second-level wizarding secret realm for power masters.
The dual-wielding orc completely outpaced Locke upon discovering his speed, and after failing to even touch him, she roared in fury. Her dual blades swung faster and faster, and crimson killing intent magic surged back into her body, making her attack speed ever faster.
"roar~"
The dual-wielding female orc was enveloped in waves of killing intent.
Locke glanced at her.
"madness."
In order to attack her, the other party actually invited an excessive amount of killing intent into her body in an instant.
That is, to instantly synchronize the excessive magical energy fluctuations with her body, even Locke, who is not a power master, could see the foolishness of this action.
If a person's body resonates with an excessive amount of fluctuations in a single attribute, is she still herself?
Locke looked at the female orc with curiosity. She seemed to be completely controlled by the killing intent, slashing countless times in his direction, trying to cut him down.
During the battle, Locke silently summoned a Tomb Spirit Ghost, using the shadows beneath these infernal creatures to sneak up on the Demon King, ambush him, use [Historical Replay] on him, and then retreat.
He came here only to get information from Maxwell, not to actually fight the infernal creatures.
There's no benefit in fighting these infernal creatures.
I'm not a power engineer.
However, before the tomb spirit could even get close to the 'Demon King' level infernal creature, the spirit was crushed by the opponent's magical pressure, causing its body to deform. Locke could only snap his fingers to cancel the spell model.
After all, the spell model is so distorted that even if the ghost could get close to him, it would be unable to use the Recall of History function properly, which would be meaningless.
"It is the ring of stars."
Locke looked at the starlight ring formed by the distortion of the opponent's massive magical pressure radiation and knew that it was the radiation from that starlight ring that caused this situation.
A life form possessing a star ring essentially possesses the gravitational pull of stars found only in the void, and this pull can interfere with the casting of many high-precision spell models.
There's nothing we can do.
It seems that without breaking the Star Ring on his body, it's impossible to secretly use [Historical Replay] on him.
'In the void, as long as one's power level reaches a certain point, it's possible to develop sufficient magic resistance. In other words, as long as one's level is high enough, one can increase their resistance to any form of force. This means that even if a civilization's level is relatively low, as long as it reaches a certain level of magic, it can develop specific resistances.'
'trouble.'
A flash of ferocity crossed Locke's eyes. He used the Great Roaring Dragon Sparrow on his back to quickly traverse the flat ground, dodging the attack of the dual-wielding female orc. At the same time, he appeared beside the female orc. Then, Locke raised the Half-Summer, and in an instant, the female orc was struck by magical sparks. She screamed and her body disappeared into the magical sparks.
"These beings who fight by relying on killing intent have one major weakness: the magical fluctuations enhance their physical functions and incidentally increase their physical strength slightly, but not by much."
"In other words, their defenses are limited."
Locke established a formula and discovered that the increase in the resonance of the opponent's magical fluctuations is almost proportional to the increase in attack power, but the increase in defense power is only one-third of the increase in attack power. In other words, a power master is inherently a high-attack, low-defense, and high-agility being.
And the puppets of the power masters in this infernal world are even more so.
If his defenses were limited, Locke looked at the being with the star ring on his back and calculated whether he could defeat the opponent with a magic pressure far lower than the opponent's.
At this moment, the 'Demon King' level infernal creature crossed his arms, his fighting spirit even more evident in his eyes. However, even though the dual-wielding female orc had been dealt with by Locke, he still had no intention of fighting Locke.
Locke's gaze passed over the infernal creatures and landed on the 'Demon King' prisoner in the supernatural purgatory.
Locke summoned ten Great Green Leaf Dragonflies, which flew through the air like bluebirds, heading towards the Demon King.
I have no interest in playing this challenging little game with the Demon King.
I decided to take action myself.
Just as the ten large green-leaved dragon sparrows flew into the air, circling the demon king and attempting to swoop down to launch a probing attack, a swift figure suddenly appeared in the air. A massive wave of killing intent enveloped his body, turning it deep red, and his muscles bulged.
He is a human being.
This person's magical pressure has reached the limit of a normal second-ring level.
As soon as he appeared, he bounced in the air ten times and kicked ten times, quickly kicking down ten large green-leaf dragon sparrows, forcing all ten large green-leaf dragon sparrows to automatically fly back into their astral rings.
"Wizard. If you want to challenge the Demon King, you'll need to get past me first."
The human landed on the ground and raised his right leg so that Locke could see his legs, which had been trained and honed through countless trials.
Those legs were wreathed in a terrifying aura of killing intent.
The demon-level being took another step back, crossed his arms, and gestured to Locke with his eyes that he would only be qualified to challenge him after defeating the human before him.
Locke frowned.
He couldn't tell whether the other person was simply overly enthusiastic, which was why they created this one-on-one challenge, or whether they were calculating and observing his strength.
It should be noted that demon-level infernal creatures already possess the ability to intercept souls.
If I die here, my soul will likely be trapped in this supernatural purgatory forever.
Locke frowned as he pondered a solution.
The human general gave a cold laugh.
"You dare to challenge our king the moment you enter? You're dreaming. If you want to challenge our king, you must first defeat me, his defeated foe—Hao Ren Dabu! I was originally just a mortal from a small world, but in this purgatory, I have returned from the brink of death time and time again. I received the guidance of the wave of killing intent, and then I gained power. And now..."
His actions were faster than his words; he kicked Locke, the magical energy surging onto his muscular thigh, the two merging to summon boundless power.
A leg was kicked toward Locke's throat, aiming to kill him instantly.
Locke's roar resonated with the Dragon Sparrow, and a sharp sound burst forth.
'This won't do. My magic pressure is already lower than theirs. If I keep falling into their traps, how can I survive?'
Locke summoned a golden peach and placed it beside him.
The human warrior saw this and immediately kicked at the golden peach, but Locke activated his dragon bloodline and three-eyed tiger cat bloodline at that moment, and he also used the magic ring to convert his magic power into fluctuations.
With the combined physical enhancements from all three, Locke used his left arm to block the opponent's kick aimed at the Golden Peach.
The human warrior gritted his teeth.
"What? So you can actually take this kick from me?"
"I thought you were only dodging because you weren't good at close combat."
The human warrior's pupils constricted sharply as he saw Locke reach out a hand to grab his throat. Just as he was about to retreat, a golden spear pierced his chest. Locke looked at the Demon King-level Infernal creature officer who was standing with his arms crossed, coldly staring at him, and said, "Tell your men to just swarm him. One by one like this is too slow."
Behind Locke appeared the Tree of Prosperity, a golden tree that revolved through the four seasons, and then a fruit of spring prosperity appeared on the golden tree.
Instantly, the golden peach behind him split into two.
Locke glanced at the golden peaches; the key to victory lay in them.
The human warrior forcefully pulled the Golden Fern Spear from his body, then looked at Locke with a defiant gaze.
Locke saw seven more ordinary second-ring level beings emerge from beside the Demon King. They were likely using the power of the Fighting Purgatory, since their original bodies were probably already dead, and all their power would be gradually assimilated into the power of the Purgatory.
The Demon King nodded to them and stepped back.
These seven ordinary second-ring fighters have varying levels of magical pressure; some have high magical pressure, while others have only just entered the second ring.
These second-ring beings all glared fiercely at Locke.
"Wizard, stay here, stay in this hell."
"With us draining your power, how will you fight the Demon King?"
“You’re not a power master. Your fighting style is different from theirs. Your power is suppressed here, just like ours. You’re doomed.”
The human warrior also stood up from the ground, enduring the severe injury to his chest. As his pain intensified, his killing intent towards Locke grew stronger, and the killing intent emanating from his body increased. Then, the man roared fiercely, and a wave of killing intent descended upon him, resonating with his body.
He took a few steps forward, stumbling and staggering. Then, he suddenly went berserk, roaring as his feet turned into nails and attacked Locke. Just as Locke used the mobility advantage of the Great Roaring Dragon Sparrow to dodge to the left, he suddenly used his other leg, his left leg anticipating Locke's position, and swung it towards Locke.
The left leg, like a scythe, hurtled towards Locke's neck.
Locke frowned and could only retreat, but he noticed a second-ring orc behind him. The orc was crouching down, gathering strength in his fist, which was constantly accumulating energy. Then, he threw a punch at Locke – the Wave Fist.
A blast of energy shot towards his back.
Seeing the human warrior ahead and the enormous, bright red gas blast behind him, Locke had no choice but to fly into the sky.
At that very moment, the pupils of both the human warrior and the orc behind him suddenly shrank.
The deadlock is complete!
These people had fought countless battles with the Senate's power masters. At first, they were very weak, and even after gaining some power, they were nothing but chickens and dogs in front of the Senate's wizards and were quickly wiped out.
But as time went by, they gained more and more power and experience, and thus began to emerge as Demon Kings. These Demon Kings banded together and found a sanctuary in the deepest part of this inferno.
In that pure land, some infernal creatures that could not be wiped out by the wizards of the Senate gradually gathered.
As time went by, it eventually became a force to be reckoned with.
Although this purgatory cannot produce beings at the third ring level due to resource limitations, more and more demon kings within it are embarking on the path of infinitely expanding their realms within the second ring level.
These infernal creatures stared at each other, their eyes blazing with fighting spirit.
They're going to launch a counterattack against the wizards!
One day, they will break through this hell!
Locke was horrified to discover that when he flew into the air, he was surrounded by infernal creatures all around him, attacking him from all sides.
The six infernal creatures punched and kicked him, all aiming for his neck.
This is clearly a trap.
The demon-level being in the distance remained expressionless, continuing to watch the battle unfold. After noticing Locke was in a dead end, he stirred, raising his head to reveal the beastly face beneath his military cap—he was a werewolf. He raised his claws, seemingly attempting to collect Locke's soul.
Resources are limited in this purgatory, so a wizard's soul is extremely precious. If you can trap a wizard in this purgatory, it will be considered revenge against those wizards.
However, he himself doesn't actually care about revenge.
After all, he was a battle maniac in his original world, which led him to provoke a madman. He didn't care where he was, as long as he could fight.
But in this purgatory, a wizard's soul is so precious that if you can obtain it, you can even persuade the wizard to join them and help them improve their strength.
It was through this method that they accumulated some power.
There were some traitorous wizards in their ranks.
After all, as long as our souls are trapped here, we are all beings of purgatory.
All beings from the purgatory desire to break free from this world that has imprisoned them out of thin air.
Just as the demon king raised his hairy hand, about to strike, it suddenly seemed as if the heavens and earth beneath his feet had collapsed, and countless tree roots burst forth from the ground.
The Demon King Werewolf's eyes widened immediately.
not good.
They mostly fought against power-wielding wizards, and not many other wizards, so they didn't notice anything amiss when Locke summoned two tree-like magical plants.
What is the purpose of summoning the trees?
Trees have a lot of roots, and those roots are best at moving underground.
At this moment, the Demon King Werewolf's feet were entangled by the roots of two Golden Peach trees.
He looked up and saw Locke's figure vanish in an instant, turning into countless afterimages.
The six second-ring level beings were immediately forced to attack themselves.
At this moment, the six second-ring level beings were unable to withdraw their attacks. They could only watch helplessly as their attacks struck each other's bodies, and the waves of killing intent pierced through each other.
These can amplify one's own body's fluctuations, and upon touching the opponent's body, they instantly transform into the most terrifying weapon, piercing through the opponent's body.
The demon werewolf was instantly thrown into a rage. He scanned his surroundings, trying to discern what was happening.
The wizard before them... was the type they had never fought before.
He seemed completely different from the straightforward power masters.
……
In the public classroom of the Root Crown Court in Yunze Wetland, the Sea Queen looked at Locke with some surprise.
"Huh? Locke, you actually learned how to modify spirit macros after only watching my demonstration once and practicing three times on your own."
"Your learning speed has exceeded my expectations? Logically speaking, your talent in potions shouldn't be this high. Can you tell me what happened?"
Neptune looked at Locke as if she had seen a rare treasure.
The witch Alba Dalton, like a shy young girl, gently covered her mouth and said, "Truly amazing. Lord Augustine, you are the real genius of potions."
"I tried several times but only got to one-third of the way through."
The other ten wizards watching all looked at Alba Dalton with amazement.
Because she, a wizard in the crystallization stage, had actually started to get on the right track, which was a huge slap in the face to them, the second-ring grand wizards.
Wizard Alex clenched his fists. He glanced at the Sea Queen's throne, which was seemingly looking at him, then gritted his teeth and silently returned to his seat. He began to try to learn the most basic steps: cutting the spirit macro.
That's right, to proceed with the second lesson, you must first learn the cutting macro technique from the first lesson.
The two are intertwined and difficult to separate.
Wizard Alex Walker consoled himself: 'It's alright. I can attend every class anyway. Even if I don't understand, I can write it down. Besides, the Sea Queen doesn't seem to mind me recording her class with the True Sight Crystal. I'm a commoner wizard, unlike that Roland witch who can be so arrogant as to skip class whenever she wants.'
Wizard Alex's eyes hardened.
'Now that I've got this course, I'm going to take it seriously. Even a commoner wizard like me has to take something back with me, no matter what class I attend. Do I lack the talent to become a potion master? How will I know I don't have the talent if I don't try?'
He began to cut the spirit macro, and with each failure, his piece of spirit macro gradually turned into dust.
Neptune glanced at him and nodded slightly.
Next, the Sea Queen looked at Locke, who explained, "It's because the new macro used for the Teleportation Potion is the macro of the [Golden Horned Cicada] that I was able to learn it instantly. Then I was able to refine a bottle of Teleportation Potion."
"The first step in making the Displacement Potion is originally the Doppelganger Potion. As long as you add a modifier to the beginning, you can transform the modifier into a special ritual action. Then, by repeating the steps of making the Doppelganger Potion, the Doppelganger Potion will become the Displacement Potion."
"It's just because I have a special talent for golden magic."
Locke said, "Because of the special nature of gold magic, I can basically learn it by just glancing at an open-source gold magic manual."
Many of the second-ring wizards who were standing around coughed after hearing these outrageous words.
What kind of incredible situation is this?
Can you learn it after watching it only once?
This……
The witch Alba Dalton looked up at Locke, her eyes filled with adoration.
Even Neptune was taken aback for a moment.
"Oh? Not bad. I like this kind of genius. To learn something with just one glance, you must have a very high-level golden bloodline. Indeed, golden magic can be learned based on bloodline level. But why isn't your ultimate magic composed of pure golden magic?"
"If you focus solely on the Golden Magic path, your achievements will be even greater."
The Sea Queen seemed to be meeting Locke for the first time, and she became extremely satisfied with him.
Locke said, "It was only after I became a second-circle wizard that I gradually unearthed the golden bloodline within me."
"Besides..."
There's a serious problem with the golden bloodline within me; it's uncertain whether I can even reach the Sun Ring realm. Therefore, being bound to golden magic might not necessarily be a good thing.
Furthermore, regarding similar temptations, I had already made my choice when the witch Catherine gave me the option to sign a contract with the Ancient Sky Illusion Realm or with the Emerald Dream Realm.
The true foundation of one's power lies in the natural primal force plane.
The Sea Queen looked at the witch Alba Dalton and said, "You don't need to worship him. He will just have a smoother path in potions related to gold magic in the future, but Alba, you have a special talent. As I said, your path is to become a third-circle potion master, a third-circle potion master who can brew the potion of immortality."
"You don't need to take those shortcuts that will lead you astray."
The witch Alba Dalton immediately clasped her hands together, bowed her head to the Sea Queen's throne, and obediently said, "I understand, teacher."
The Sea Queen looked at Locke and asked, "Was that Teleportation Potion any good?"
Locke paused for a moment, then said, "It works very well."
"This allowed me to even turn the tide when facing a formidable opponent."
Neptune laughed and said, "This is my invention. After taking it, you can gather spiritual energy and use it to create illusions. Although it looks like you are teleporting, those are just illusions created by the spiritual energy illusions simulating your form."
"Like a mirage."
"It may seem that your figure is in one place, but in fact it is just a spiritual mass that resembles you. Your true body is elsewhere."
"From now on, you can make good use of the effects of this potion."
The Sea Queen said, "However, although your actions just now barely produced a bottle of Teleportation Potion, it was largely improvised due to your talent. As you said, that's because of the high-level golden bloodline within you. To make it your own, you need to successfully refine another bottle of Teleportation Potion."
"So, this time, the homework continues."
Many wizards present suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
They just didn't know why they felt relieved.
After all, they hadn't even submitted the homework for the first lesson.
They had no idea what they were expecting.
Some wizards were even struggling to keep going, after all, they were getting on in years, had established status, and had students.
Those who have had many students develop a strange stubbornness in their hearts, making it difficult for them to humble themselves and become someone else's apprentice again.
……
In the supernatural purgatory, the demon king werewolf stared wide-eyed, clearly not expecting such a thing to happen so suddenly.
His six subordinates, all at the second-level, struck their opponent, and the six men were sent flying backward.
The next moment, the Demon King Werewolf's pupils suddenly shrank. The roots of the two golden sacred trees could not trap him at all; it was just a trivial trick. If the wizard only knew such trivial tricks, then there was no way to deal with him.
He had been observing from the sidelines for a long time, studying the opponent's fighting style.
The Demon King Werewolf's aura surged back, destroying all the tree roots, which floated in mid-air inch by inch. The two golden sacred trees suffered severe damage.
Countless peach blossom petals attacked him, but the demon king werewolf moved at high speed in place, leaving behind afterimages.
All the peach blossom petals seemed to move at a snail's pace in front of him, unable to keep up with his speed at all.
This speed is even faster than Locke's, who possesses the Great Roaring Dragon Sparrow. There's no other reason; the other party simply fused the killing intent fluctuations into his body. It's just because the other party is a Star Ring-level life form!
Therefore, his basic speed and basic strength are both above Locke's.
Regardless of other factors, the difference in level meant that this werewolf's stats were superior to his own in every aspect.
The next moment, the ground beneath the werewolf's feet suddenly cracked, and he stumbled and fell due to the uneven surface. The werewolf's eyes widened as he saw the remaining roots of the golden peach tree in the crack in the ground, and his pupils quickly turned to Locke in front of him.
His hands landed on the ground, his legs stood upright, and then, while upside down, he suddenly used his right leg, which was his hind claw, to slash down hard at Locke, who was attacking him.
"Too naive."
The demon werewolf grinned maliciously, "My hands are my feet, and my feet are my hands. I have long since mastered this skill in my daily battles. Four-Handed Killing Fist."
The werewolf clenched each of its paws into a fist, each wrapped with terrifying killing intent energy. The next moment, it swung its fist toward Locke's forehead. A terrifying killing intent energy blast pierced through Locke's forehead, and the energy blast even landed behind Locke, causing an explosion that killed many nearby infernal creatures with a single punch.
"Ok?"
The demon werewolf narrowed his eyes, because the wizard he had struck had his shattered body instantly turn into a blur, and then a familiar figure appeared beside him.
"Is that an illusion? Or a clone?"
The demon werewolf stared wide-eyed, unable to make a judgment for a moment, because even his infallible sense of smell could tell that the person just now was the wizard in his true form.
His sense of smell has never been wrong.
How could this be?
But he could clearly smell that the person was the wizard in front of him.
The Demon King Werewolf turned to look at Locke on his left and swung out his four fists—the Four-Handed Killing Fist!
Four fists, swirling with killing intent, slammed towards Locke like steel pestles. In an instant, Locke's permanent defensive barrier was destroyed. This Star Ring-level creature truly lived up to its reputation as an existence that could cause warning signs to appear even in the Great Void; it had plenty of tricks up its sleeve.
It's just the terrifying suppressive power brought about by the basic stats of the Star Ring level magic pressure.
His fist landed on Locke's phantom, and the phantom was destroyed once again.
The next moment, Locke turned around and appeared behind him. Locke thrust the Araceae plant Pinellia, which was like a rapier, toward his chest. However, the demon king werewolf suddenly grabbed Locke's arm with his left leg, which was raised, without turning around.
The demon king werewolf revealed a sinister grin.
"Do you think I really can't smell it? The air is filled with your scent."
“They’re everywhere.”
"I know that wasn't your true form just now. But this time it is."
"go to hell."
A terrifying magical pressure pressed down on Locke, and his four arms transformed into six—the Six-Handed Killing Fist.
Six fists, wreathed in killing intent, attacked Locke like vajras.
In just a moment, the life force field defense field was pierced by a punch.
Locke's figure was destroyed.
The Demon King Werewolf's expression changed drastically. He twitched his nose and immediately turned to look at Locke's actual location, about ten meters to his left, not far away.
At this moment, Locke collected the spiritual energy in the air. As a potion master, he could use the Transformation Potion to create phantom clones of spiritual energy while his main body collected the spiritual energy dissipating from the air.
In this way, the demon king werewolf would not be able to smell himself, but would only be able to smell Ling Hong's clone.
After all, his own body had collected most of the spiritual energy, and even a Star Ring-level life form could make a momentary misjudgment if it could only rely on its own panel during the most intense battle.
Locke took out Pinellia ternata, and as he spun it in his hand, a whirlwind of fire appeared, engulfing his opponent in flames.
This is a new spell I recently learned that comes with the Banxia spell. It's an old spell, available in the free area. It's a variation of Xiacao Yinghuo, called Xiacao Gate.
At this moment, the vortex of flames rose into fiery magic, and its vigorous life force, along with the flames, attacked the werewolf demon king.
At the end of this vortex of flames, there seemed to be a gate formed by the magic of summer.
The Gate of Summer Grass can use flames composed of the power of blazing fire to create a vortex of towering fire waves. If an opponent is pushed into the Gate of Summer Grass by this power of blazing fire, they will enter a world of upward energy, and their internal energy will explode and they will be severely injured in a very short time.
This is an advanced spell model for Xia Cao Ying Huo.
At this moment, the werewolf demon king stomped his foot on the ground, breaking through the vortex of fire. At the same time, his wolf claws extended and got stuck on the surface of the vortex, trapping him at the entrance of the vortex gate.
However, the light from the star ring behind him was blocked in front of the door.
The Gate of Summer Grass was completely unable to absorb it.
As the Star Ring was drawn into the Gate of Summer Grass, cracks appeared.
The Demon King Werewolf roared, his demonic pressure rising continuously. Suddenly, he lashed out with his wolf claws, and the entire Summer Grass Gate was filled with turbulent flames, which looked like cracks.
When the demon king werewolf saw that the strange spell model was about to be broken, he grinned maliciously. He exerted a little force, and the entire vortex of flames suddenly shattered. But at the same time, the star ring behind him also shattered.
His Star Ring shattered because it counteracted the gravitational pull of the Summer Grass Gate.
Just then, Locke appeared beside him, placing a hand on his chest, causing ripples to spread.
History repeats itself!
Despite being attacked by a Star Ring-level creature, he managed to outmaneuver him, breaking his Star Ring and causing him to experience a replay of his own history.
The Demon King Werewolf roared, but in that instant, Locke entered a historical reenactment, dodging the wolf claw that was about to swing. The wolf claw missed its target, instead killing a bunch of infernal creatures around it. The killing intent bullet struck a black mountain next to it, causing the mountain to collapse and shatter completely.
The demon king werewolf's pupils widened, his anger still lingering, but his eyes were now filled with confusion.
Where is the enemy?
(End of this chapter)