Witch: Accumulate Experience Through The Knight Breathing Technique

Chapter 1462: 0352 The world is shocked by the giant tree’s move; the Italian Cannon annihilates the primordial soul!

(Long chapter asking for monthly tickets and subscriptions)_3 Chapter 1462: 0352 The world is shocked by the giant tree’s move; the Italian Cannon annihilates the primordial soul!

(Long chapter asking for monthly tickets and subscriptions)_3 Therefore, he had only one chance for his next move, he had to succeed, failure was not an option!

One after another, wizards died under the fearless attack of the Amethyst Race.

But the aura of the Amethyst Race was also fading with every attack.

Wizards might be individually weaker than the members of the Amethyst Race, but now, in order to survive, they gave their all.

Moreover, they greatly outnumbered their opponents, and there was absolutely no possibility of defeat.

On the Level 6 Battlefield.

General Sulca had become a maddened killer.

Each punch he threw was like launching a missile, the terrifying force repeatedly knocking the Fiery Flame Giant Snake back.

His resistance to spells was high, but considering he had just advanced, coupled with the might of primordial soul spells, it was no joke; his indestructible body was already covered with scars.

Of course, Roman was having an even harder time.

Facing continuous bouts with two Sixth-level Black Beasts, he had already used up much of his energy.

His current enemy fought with a death wish, employing a reckless style of fighting, leveraging the Amethyst Race’s invincible physical prowess for a trade-off between injury and injury, leaving Roman in agony.

Worst of all, Sulca seemed to have used some kind of secret technique that sacrificed his lifespan and potential, making him seem much stronger than someone who had just achieved Level 6.

From the very beginning.

Sulca never intended to leave alive; he wanted to burn himself out, kill Roman, and exterminate all the wizards present before the Order Keepers from the Ancient Tower arrived.

Even if that would inevitably lead to his eradication by the Ancient Tower Order Keepers, it didn’t matter.

If he could leave a significant mark in the Ancient Tower and bring glory to the Amethyst Race, that would be enough!

Roman knew.

The key to this battle was his fight with Sulca, not the assured victory of the fourth-circle and fifth-circle wizards.

But the problem was.

In the current situation, after an exchange in battle, he had to admit, he was no match for Sulca at full power, in his ascended state.

If this continued, Roman would die here before Sulca burned out his own life and died.

Therefore, Roman hesitated.

He had only recently advanced to a primordial soul, and he hadn’t enjoyed it enough.

He was also in charge of the Nine Cities Alliance’s resources for sixty years, as well as a Level 7 Treasure.

The safety of Roman’s life could not be compromised.

He did not want to burn his life in pursuit of a momentary brilliance.

Once the thought of retreat emerged, it became unstoppable in Roman’s mind.

Sensing the fear in Roman’s heart, Sulca laughed crazily:

“Hahaha, human, you’re scared, you’re not ready to die!”

“Holy Skill·Star Sinking!”

Sulca seized the moment, raging power swirling in his chest before surging into his legs.

His downward slam from above split the sky dome in two.

Before the attack even landed, the Earth cracked open into a kilometer-long chasm, bottomless to the eye.

Through gritted teeth, Roman’s protective force field sprang to action, his innate spell drawing upon the elemental power between Heaven and Earth, swelling into a flaming giant fist hundreds of meters large, clashing with the descending leg!

Boom!

After the earth-shattering collision, the giant fist shattered, and the residual force of the leg strike headed straight for Roman.

Roman grimaced, waging an internal battle.

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The Sky Strike Flame Mirror appeared above his head, blocking the wave of attack, and yet left a crack in its wake.

The Rust Dragon Wizard watching from afar was shocked.

“This is the Amethyst Race…

even just advanced, their strength is beyond the comparison with those Sixth-level Black Beast lords.

Perhaps only a Sixth Ring Senior Wizard could suppress and kill one.”

Elsewhere.

Levi, watching the battle, felt a strong shock.

Witnessing a Sixth-level battle firsthand, he deeply realized the insurmountable chasm between Levels 5 and 6.

Even though he considered himself nearly unbeatable below Level 6,

faced with Level 6, he knew his gap with them was like that between an adult and an infant.

With every casual strike, their power exceeded the measurement range of Castro Glasses, making it impossible to measure in the conventional manner.

Because in their every action, they were harnessing the vast power of the universe.

“Alas, if not for having senior Mana and measures like the Ancient Shell Palace, the thought of scavenging on the Level 6 battlefield would be utterly impossible.”

…

On the battlefield.

A crack appeared in the Sky Strike Flame Mirror.

Roman spat out a mouthful of blood, his spirit wilting.

“My Soul Artifact is damaged…

damn it.”

The Soul Artifact shared a bond of honor and disgrace with him.

Even if the Soul Artifact shattered, he wouldn’t die, but it was inevitable that he would suffer some damage.

To recover from this, it would take at least decades of nurturing.

He had underestimated the strength of the Amethyst Race and their determination to fight to the death.

After Sulca’s ascension, his power had far exceeded Roman’s.

The shattering of the Soul Artifact was the last straw that broke the camel’s back.

Roman steeled his heart and tore open the Void, ready to leave this place.

He decided to abandon these wizards…

after all, among almost a thousand people, only less than one-fifth belonged to the Nine Cities Alliance, the rest were nomadic wizards.

He had no reason to die for these people.

He had missions and tasks to fulfill.

Even if he became a deserter, the Nine Cities Alliance and the Wizard Council could not severely punish him.

As for the opinions of the nomadic wizards outside, that was unimportant!

These lower-class individuals have very short memories.

This kind of scandalous history would soon be forgotten, intentionally erased.

“Want to run?”

Seeing Roman attempting to escape, Sulca grew desperate.

If he could not leave a primordial soul wizard behind after burning his life away, then he would greatly lose out!

“Holy Skill·Silent Star!”

His body riddled with cracks, countless amethyst lights burst forth from his body, shooting out!

In an instant.

He threw tens of thousands of punches, the fists’ shadows shattering Roman’s torn open Void passage.