Whoosh! Whoosh!

The feet planted firmly, moving as swift as light.

Aiven, dragging a thunderous longsword, took the initiative to charge at the four giant demons.

The greater the mass, the greater the inertia; the ability to change the original state of motion is weaker, and flexibility is lower. This is an unbreakable truth worldwide.

Even in the Spirit Realm, where rules are arbitrary, it still applies!

Although Aiven's height only reaches their knees.

Screech—!

But amidst the long wail of the black insect riot, Aiven had already leaped, stepping on the knee of one humanoid demon holding a lightning spear, sprinted up its hill-like body in two steps, heading straight for the terrifying, wriggling head.

Due to the externally manifesting rules, in the Spirit Realm, supernaturals like Aiven find it extremely difficult to deceive, and aren't these monsters the same?

Unless you have none, if a place like a head, representing the central thinking, grows, it inevitably has a corresponding use, making it an obvious weak point.

Swish!

Stepping on the humanoid demon's body, Aiven quickly slithered to its chest.

"Die now!"

Crackle...

Amidst the flashing blue arcs, Aiven's sword, which was merely a symbolic non-entity, burst into brilliance, transforming into a blue and white arc aimed fiercely at the demon's head.

However, the demon, once its transformation was complete, certainly wasn't weaker, and the newly appeared lightning spear in its hand was far from mere decoration.

Even when Aiven launched his charge and thought that even after scoring a hit this strike couldn't be completed,

that lightning spear had seemingly transformed into actual lightning, stabbing towards Aiven's face in a blink.

The sketch-like few strands of hair instantly stood on end!

Boom—

Aiven only had time to withdraw his sword in defense, before being struck directly, sent flying by the astonishingly fast, rule-defying blow.

In mid-air, he barely adjusted his slightly stiff posture from the electric shock, landing on his feet, supporting with one hand, and sliding back more than ten meters before finally stopping the momentum.

Looking up again, the four demons, now enveloped in electric light, rushed over like ancient Thunder Gods, wielding a force that seemed to shake the city layer underfoot!

Rumble...

Facing them gave Aiven the feeling of confronting a bulldozer moving at sports car speed, completely sapping his desire to withstand these monsters head-on.

Flap, flap—

A group of bird-shaped glowing entities in the sky shot into Aiven's chest, aiding him in continuing to retreat with wings sprouting from his back and ankles.

Due to the thunderstorm swirling and pressing closer in the sky, Aiven dared not fly into the sky for the time being.

At the same time.

Flo—

A handful of date seeds Aiven scattered on the ground instantly shattered like cast iron, countless black thorns grew rapidly, and hardened.

In the blink of an eye, they formed a bramble forest dozens of meters wide, covered in thorns that gleamed coldly, not at all inferior to iron spears.

Ssss! Ssss! Ssss!...

The explosive growth speed of the thorns was so fast that they emitted a sharp hissing, like snakes, as they pierced the air.

[Official Witchcraft: Activated Plants]

Against the charge of the "heavy cavalry", the best approach besides using heavy cavalry is a spear phalanx!

At this moment, the [Black Thorn] had transformed significantly compared to the apprentice stage, hardening to become hardly distinguishable from real steel.

The main structure was as thick as an adult's thigh, covered with sharp, gleaming barbs, roots climbing onto the stone crevices of the ancient city ground, arranged in an orderly manner, more disciplined than any strong army formation in history!

The excessive mass evidently hindered the demon's motion from timely adjustment, their electric light-wreathed bodies crashing fiercely into the [Black Thorn] spear phalanx without dodging.

But just before being impaled by the thorns.

Splash—

Their massive forms had already disbanded, transforming into a swarm of insects that slipped through the gaps in the thorns, rapidly reassembling into a whole entity at the rear.

Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!...

The witchcraft, seemingly mighty, actually didn't inflict much damage on these black insects.

Nevertheless.

These beings evidently provided Aiven with new insights, he could definitely employ various tactics, including witchcraft, to restrain them, as long as the final blow was delivered with swordsmanship.

Moreover, before they reassemble from their scattered forms, they have almost no offensive power.

Taking this chance, Aiven turned his head and leaped into the air, once again targeting the "Lightning Spear" with its astonishingly swift attack speed, just as it was completing its reassembly.

"Hah, slash!"

A stunning flash of the sword light swept past, cleanly severing the sturdy arm holding the lightning spear to the ground.

Just as Aiven was about to continue slaughtering the black insects as usual,

he discovered that without the lightning spear, the mighty eight-meter-tall demon had already melted away, transforming into a pool of viscous, corrosive black liquid in the blink of an eye.

This left him momentarily astonished.

"Symbolic? Could it really be as I initially suspected, that the true essence of these black insects is actually that one form of Desperate Thunder Swordsmanship?

The head, while the central part, isn't the essence of existence, but rather the additional weapon with strong symbolic significance?"

As Aiven's thoughts raced, the lightning spear that had fallen had already instantly turned into void, transforming into a yellow lightning bolt that swiftly merged into his body.

Within the tingling extraordinary knowledge that numbed even his soul, there were not only techniques for utilizing electric energy but also the first secret technique of the [Desperate Thunder Swordsmanship]!

"Is this... the Secret Technique: Instant Flash?"

However, before Aiven could savor it further, the other three demons had already fully recovered and were launching an attack on him without hesitation.

Boom—

The heavy hammer shrouded in purple lightning flashed with each thunderous crash, blasting a large hole into the stone-paved ground.

The scepter entwined with chains emitted faint red ripples, seemingly resonating with some perilous entity reigning over the sky, grasping the pulses of heaven and earth.

When the demon suddenly swung its sword, the brilliant and unparalleled sword light caused Aiven to feel an intense sense of imminent death. Not just himself, even the sword staff in his hand might be mercilessly severed.

The big drum decorated with the Thunder Raven had blue lightning chains extending from it, linking with six radiant lightning rings, wielding immense thunderous power.

Rumble...

They forced Aiven to retreat again and again, nearly reaching the edge of the third layer. Here it seemed, with the wings on his back, a leap could span the remaining two levels of the city and leave entirely.

Because the world is ever-changing, the current Poseidya City stood amidst a dark, damp, gigantic fungal forest. Some wooden tall fungi had even grown into the city in a short span of time, with the phosphorescent, fragmented world just within reach outside.

But Aiven remembered the warnings in the Inheritance Secret Scroll.

The first location of descent, while being a cage restricting the Wizard's freedom, was also a training ground for adjusting to Spirit Realm rules, another line of defense against the realm's oddities.

The place with the strongest Spiritual Resonance is not just a saying!

Moreover, though he was retreating, it did not mean he was running away.

Turning to face the thunder-apocalyptic scene.

flo—

The vibrant curse words beneath his feet nearly made the stone surface sprout grass, and the three enclosing humanoid demons suddenly heard a subtle cracking sound underfoot.

In the blink of an eye.

Countless thick vines, resembling hydras, swiftly burst out, entangling their bodies and pinning them firmly in place.

Then the vines rapidly dehydrated and hardened, leaving the electrical currents flowing over their surfaces useless against the insulated Giant Transformation Vines.

"An opportunity!"

The shield-like stone on Aiven's neck emitted a hazy yellow light, enveloping his entire body like a shell, as he sprang up like lightning.

Like a fish navigating through a sea of lightning and evading danger, the sword light in his hand surged as he slashed down onto the nearest arm holding the scepter and chain.

Hesitation leads to defeat!

Before the red lightning could enter Aiven's body, he swung his wings in a somersault in mid-air and, alongside a descent down the Heavy Hammer Demon's spine, carried away its left arm.

Screech—!

But at this moment, the final "Big Drum Demon" had once again dissolved into a swarm of insects, escaping from the control of the Giant Transformation Vine.

Amidst a red and a purple lightning flash, Aiven felt the fullness of two more extraordinary secret techniques pouring into his heart, watching the last batch of black insects begin to regroup, he grinned, his teeth glaring white:

"So this is the essence of Desperate Thunder Swordsmanship? Just one more time!"

However.

Amid the thunderstorm, Aiven, engrossed in fierce combat, failed to notice.

Being drawn by the thunder above the Lost City Poseidya, from the surrounding dark, damp gigantic fungal forest outside the city.

Two semi-transparent humanoid beings with octopus heads, dressed in gray ceremonial robes, whispered secrets while waving tentacles, then flew lightly from three meters above the ground towards the city.

Meanwhile, on the side never separated from Poseidya City, within the Pyramid Forest area, a faint, dim light had just faded.

The girl who shone like a gemstone in a flash in Aiven's vision... thus arrived.

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