"Any opposition is futile! Today, the Dark Elves will surely rule the entire Dark Extremity!"
Anya murmured, and a vast grey-black world projection surged from behind her, continuously spreading outward.
Within the grey-black world, countless plants and animals were withering away, turning to ash at an eerie speed.
"Withering Domain!"
Anya shouted in a low voice, and within the domain, rings of grey light erupted from the numerous Cave Cold Spider Knights, making them a hundred times more ferocious.
As for enemies caught in the domain's influence, they quickly discovered their bodies were gradually aging, their life force constantly draining away.
"False Domain! Anya, you've always been one step ahead of me!"
The middle-aged Realm Protector sighed, unleashing massive amounts of golden light from his body, like a colossal sun.
The two domains crashed against each other, shattering the void and causing enormous spatial distortions that quickly exploded outward.
On the ground, the wizards had used trenches to hold off the first wave of attacks, but the Dark Elves continued pressing their assault. In an instant, battle raged everywhere.
The wizards' energy was completely tied down here — they didn't even have time to destroy the giant cocoon and rescue the other imprisoned wizards.
The enormous white silk cocoon stood proudly in their midst. Even when the occasional stray spell brushed past it, it remained completely unharmed, demonstrating formidable defensive power.
Even when damaged by the aftershocks of Third-rank Wizard battles, small spiders would quickly scurry up and spin silk to patch the gaps.
This powerful self-healing ability drove many wizards both inside and outside the arena to despair.
"Still haven't found it?"
Weinasi looked at Ailin beside her.
The two of them were standing back to back, the silver-white components of the Fallen Longsword floating around them, warding off attacks from Revolutionary Army wizards, Dark Elves, and swarms of tiny spiders from every direction.
Due to Lombarton's deliberate manipulation, the situation inside the arena had been developing steadily in their favor.
Not only were the nine strongest Second-rank Wizards restrained, but Lombarton had also inserted numerous agents into the venue. Caught off guard by the initial strike, many wizards were killed by their own comrades before they could even react.
Moreover, Lombarton had made preparations within the arena itself.
"Not yet!" Ailin's face wore a bitter smile. "That Lombarton — his schemes run far too deep. He actually used himself to draw our attention, while placing the key to victory on the arena itself."
He flicked the sword hilt, and a barrage of sharp white light severed the threads woven through the air.
"These threads are nearly impossible to spot, yet they blanket the entire arena. Once they wrap around your body, they gradually drain your spiritual power and mana to fuel the entire magical array! To break this array, you have to find the central point!"
"But my divination can't see it at all!" Ailin's expression was dark as a storm.
"Grandpa Merlin, what's going on?"
"I'm afraid a far more powerful wizard is using divination's power to conceal the key point. Anyone capable of obscuring your divination must be at least a Second-rank wizard of considerable strength. I wouldn't be surprised if it's a Third-rank Dark Matriarch herself!"
Old Merlin's voice was heavy with gravity.
"So we have to search through the energy convergence points one by one?" Ailin's face darkened further.
He abruptly raised his sword and swung it to the right.
Hummm! The white blade of light tore through the void. A Dark Elf whose face was frozen in disbelief was severed in two. The mutilated corpse toppled to the ground, spilling rivers of blood and multicolored entrails.
Chaos! The only thing Ailin felt right now was chaos!
Countless wizards, Revolutionary Army soldiers, Dark Elves, and summoned creatures were clashing throughout the massive arena. Among them, some wizards were even secretly settling grudges in blood duels, making the situation even more chaotic.
At the very center of the arena, Weilin was riding the Cave Cold Spider Emperor in a final confrontation with Lombarton.
The clashing energy of two Second-rank Wizards overflowed in all directions, and the surrounding wizards wisely gave their circle a wide berth.
Not far from the battlefield, nine ice sculptures stood silently. Even amid the aftershocks of Second-rank Wizard combat, they remained completely undamaged — a stark contrast to the surrounding devastation. A ring of desiccated corpses lay on the ground around them: the remains of Dark Extremity wizards who had tried to sneak over and unseal the Second-rank masters.
"Even with ancient inheritances, even with a contracted magic pet as powerful as a Cave Cold Spider Emperor — you still can't compare to me! Because trash is trash!!!"
At that moment, the battle between the Second-rank Wizards was reaching its conclusion.
Lombarton's face was engulfed in black qi, and the phantom spider behind him surged into his body.
"Aghhh!!!" His expression twisted instantly.
"All things enter extinction — Death Withering!!!"
Massive waves of cold, yin energy engulfed the entire arena. Silence fell everywhere, as if everything had truly entered an age of annihilation.
And Lombarton, like an envoy of death, approached Weilin with precise, dance-like steps.
"Seal!" He struck out with his palm, sending Weilin spitting blood and flying backward. Then he planted himself atop the Cave Cold Spider Emperor's head.