Wizard: Starting With Synthesized Gems - Chapter 926

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 as gauntlets. His battle-scarred body was also bound with white cloth. As he walked, his powerful magical pressure distorted the surrounding air, causing the monsters around him to scream. Those monsters who approached him collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

His magical pressure radiated throughout the supernatural purgatory, bursting forth with a starlight-like brilliance, like the color of a star, a magnificent star ring illuminating the earth.

An eagle-man plummeted from the sky to the ground.

With a ‘thud,’ the eagle-man crashed to the ground, looking at the newcomer in terror.

“The Demon…the Demon King…”

“The Demon King…how could he be here?”

Locke looked at the man in the black double-breasted military overcoat and cap, guessing he came from a plane in the Endless Void that was similar to Earth in his previous life, because the aesthetic design of the man’s cap and overcoat resembled that of military overcoats from a certain period in Earth’s previous life.

A black eagle was printed on the man’s cap.

Locke sensed an unusually immense pressure emanating from the man.

The Star Ring was a magical pressure symbol that appeared only when a certain level of achievement was reached in the Endless Void. It represented an incredible level of concentrated energy, beyond the reach of ordinary living beings.

As a warning from the Endless Void to mortals, the Star Ring appeared to warn the mortal beings within it.

At the same time, it was also a symbol of honor for second-ring level lifeforms, representing their certain status in the Endless Void.

The appearance of this Star Ring caused a tremor throughout the entire Supernatural Purgatory, as if it were on alert. The Star Ring was both a warning to the world and mortals, and a mark of immense power.

It wasn’t a mark unique to Star Ring Wizards; rather, it appeared on all second-ring level beings when their energy concentration reached a certain level.

This so-called ‘Demon King’ of the Supernatural Purgatory looked at Locke with eyes filled with a fanatical fighting desire. He pointed a finger at Locke and beckoned, seemingly challenging him to fight.

He crossed his arms, and the surrounding purgatory creatures all showed expressions of fear and unease. Clearly, under normal circumstances, a Star Ring level being wouldn’t appear here so quickly.

Locke saw the Demon King staring at the travelogue in his left hand, a smirk playing on his lips as he raised his hand.

“You want this?”

The Demon King didn’t speak, only silently observing the travelogue in Locke’s hand, his eyes filled with an unwavering desire to possess it.

Locke suddenly felt a sense of relief. This supernatural purgatory indeed contained people killed by the legendary archaeologist wizard Maxwell. He knew that since Maxwell had approached Mount Golden Crown, he must have killed people in the vicinity.

As long as he had killed, those victims would be absorbed by the supernatural purgatory.

Although the creature before him was clearly not from the wizarding world, but from another world, that didn’t matter.

As long as it was drawn here by Maxwell’s causal influence, that was fine. The only problem was that it was a Star Ring level being, which was very troublesome.

Even if it wasn’t a Star Ring wizard, but just a Star Ring level creature, it was still equivalent to fighting a higher level opponent.

Locke glanced at the provocation in its eyes; clearly, the opponent was confident of victory.

Locke said, “Since that’s the case, then let’s fight.”

The Great Crying Dragon Sparrow behind him trembled, about to take flight forward, but at that moment, the Demon King with his arms crossed took a step back. A powerful Behemoth emerged in front of him. This golden, second-ring magical creature roared at Locke, its killing intent surging into a sonic wave that attacked him.

Locke looked at the Demon King. The Demon King’s meaning was clear: to fight him, he needed to test Locke’s worth.

Locke needed to defeat the Demon King’s subordinate from purgatory to earn the chance to fight him.

Locke smiled.

The next moment, the Great Crying Dragon Sparrow trembled, and the golden Behemoth raised its massive head. The next instant, a bolt of lightning struck, and the second-ring Sea Gold Sand transformed into a Flowing Gold Fern Spear, piercing through its head and maw. The golden Behemoth let out a mournful howl and collapsed to the ground.

This golden Behemoth originally only had a little over ten thousand magic pressure, and in this purgatory, its original bloodline advantage couldn’t be utilized, nor could its total magic pressure advantage be leveraged. How could it possibly compete with a wizard in a contest of wave magic?

Therefore, it was instantly killed by Locke’s attack. Among those

of the same level, wizards were truly invincible.

Locke then looked at the ‘Demon King’ officer.

The ‘Demon King’ officer still had his arms crossed, and the star ring behind him resembled a burning torch after a planet shattered. Any magical creature near him with too low a magic pressure would be unable to withstand his presence and would faint simply by standing beside him.

The ‘Demon King’ continued to retreat, and at this moment, a female orc wielding twin swords stood before Locke.

The female orc roared at Locke, seemingly to bolster her courage.

She raised her hands and fiercely swung her twin swords at Locke, two killing waves swirling around her blades. The next moment, Locke vanished before her eyes.

“Where are you looking?”

Locke’s voice appeared behind her.

At this moment, a bead of sweat trickled down the forehead of the dual-wielding orc. She whirled around to look at Locke, her two swords transforming into a series of continuous slashes, like a storm.

‘So that’s how it is. The Supernatural Purgatory is composed of magical fluctuations; the entire world is a world of fluctuations.’

The Great Roaring Dragon Sparrow behind Locke maintained its high-speed movement, dodging all of the opponent’s attacks.

‘So, in the endless, infinite battles, the creatures of this world have gradually learned the fluctuations of wizards.’

‘In this way, these people become the best training grounds and punching bags for power masters. Power masters who enter the Supernatural Purgatory fight them to understand the fluctuations, absorbing the experience of these opponents in battle, thus achieving rapid transformation themselves.’ ‘

That’s why this place is a second-ring level wizard’s secret realm for power masters.’

The dual-wielding orc, realizing Locke was completely outpaced and unable to reach him, roared in fury. Her twin blades flashed faster and faster, crimson killing intent surging through her body, making her attacks even faster.

“Roar~”

The dual-wielding orc was enveloped in a wave of killing intent.

Locke glanced at her.

“Foolish.”

To attack him, the opponent had actually invited an excessive amount of killing intent into her body in an instant.

That is, to instantly synchronize an excessive amount of magical energy with her body—even Locke, who wasn’t a power master, could see the foolishness of this action.

If a person’s body synchronizes with an excessive amount of a single attribute’s energy, is she still herself?

Locke looked curiously at the female orc, who seemed completely controlled by the killing intent, slashing countless times in his direction, trying to cut him down.

Meanwhile, Locke silently summoned a Tomb Spirit Ghost, intending to sneak up on the Demon King through the shadows beneath the infernal creatures’ feet, then ambush him, use [History Replay] on him, and then retreat.

He had only come to obtain Maxwell’s information, not to actually fight the infernal creatures here.

There was no benefit in fighting them.

He wasn’t a power master.

Before the tomb spirit could even get close to the ‘Demon King’ level infernal creature, its body was distorted by the creature’s magical pressure. Locke could only snap his fingers, canceling the spell model.

After all, with the spell model so distorted, even if the spirit could get close, it wouldn’t be able to use Recall History properly, making it pointless.

“It’s the Star Ring.”

Locke looked at the starlight ring distorted by the massive magical pressure radiating from the creature, knowing that the radiation from the Star Ring had caused this situation.

Life forms possessing Star Rings essentially possess the gravitational pull of stars found only in the void, and this gravity can interfere with the casting of many high-precision spell models.

There was no other way.

It seemed that without breaking the Star Ring on its body, it was impossible to secretly use [Recall History] on it.

‘In the void, as long as the power level reaches a certain level, it is possible to generate sufficient magic resistance. Or, as long as the level is high enough, one can increase their resistance to any power. That is to say, even if a civilization’s level is relatively low, as long as it reaches a certain level of magic, it can generate specific resistances.’ “

Troublesome.”

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, 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 slightly increase their physical strength, but not by much.” “

In other words, their defense is limited.”

Locke established a formula and found that the increase in the resonance of the opponent’s magical fluctuations was almost proportional to the increase in attack power, but the increase in defense was 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 purgatory world are even more so.

If the opponent’s defenses were limited, Locke looked at the being with the star ring on its back, calculating whether he could defeat it with a much lower magical pressure.

At this moment, the ‘Demon King’ level infernal creature crossed its arms, its fighting spirit even more pronounced, but even though Locke had already dealt with the dual-wielding female orc, it 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 inferno.

Locke summoned ten Great Azure Leaf Dragon Birds, which flew through the air like bluebirds, heading towards the Demon King.

He had no interest in playing this challenge game with the Demon King.

He decided to take direct action.

However, just as the ten Great Azure Leaf Dragon Birds reached mid-air, circling the Demon King and attempting to swoop down to launch a probing attack, suddenly an incredibly swift figure appeared in the air. A massive wave of killing intent enveloped his body, turning it a deep red, and his muscles bulged.

He was a human.

This person’s magical pressure had reached the limit of a normal second-ring cultivator.

Upon appearing, he leaped ten times in the air, kicking ten times, and swiftly knocked down ten Great Azure Leaf Dragonbirds, forcing them all to automatically fly back into their astral rings.

“Wizard. If you want to challenge the Demon King, you’ll need to get past me.”

The human landed, raising his right leg so Locke could see his legs, honed through countless trials.

A terrifying aura of killing intent swirled around those legs.

The Demon King-level being took another step back, crossing his arms and signaling to Locke that he would only be qualified to challenge him after defeating this human.

Locke frowned.

He couldn’t tell if the other was simply overly enthusiastic, creating this one-on-one challenge, or if he was calculating and observing Locke’s strength.

He knew that Demon King-level infernal creatures possessed the ability to capture souls.

If he died here, his soul might be trapped in the supernatural inferno forever.

Locke frowned, pondering a solution.

The human warrior sneered.

“You dare 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 repeatedly returned from the brink of death. I received the guidance of the killing intent’s fluctuations, and then I gained power. And now…”

His movements were faster than his words. He kicked towards Locke, the magical fluctuations overlapping on his muscular thigh, the two merging to summon boundless power.

A leg thrust towards Locke’s throat, aiming to kill him instantly.

But Locke’s Great Cry, like a dragon’s roar, vibrated, emitting a sharp, piercing sound.

‘This won’t do. My magical pressure is already lower than theirs. How can I allow myself to fall into their trap step by step?’

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 in that instant, and also used the magic ring to convert his magic power into a surge.

The combined physical enhancements from these three abilities allowed Locke to block the kick with his left arm.

The human warrior gritted his teeth.

“What? So you can actually take that kick?”

“I thought you were just dodging because your close-combat skills were lacking.”

The human warrior’s pupils constricted sharply as he saw Locke reach out a hand to grab his throat. He was about to retreat when a golden fern spear pierced his chest. Locke glanced at the Demon King-level Infernal officer, who was standing with his arms crossed, coldly watching him, and said, “Let your men swarm at me. One by one is too slow.”

A Tree of Prosperity appeared behind Locke, its golden branches swirling with the seasons. A fruit of spring’s prosperity appeared on the tree.

Instantly, the golden peach behind him split into two.

Locke glanced at the golden peaches; victory depended on 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 likely used the power of the Fighting Infernal, as their original bodies were probably dead, and all their power would gradually be assimilated into the power of the Infernal.

The Demon King nodded to them and retreated.

These seven ordinary second-ring thugs possessed varying levels of magical pressure; some had high pressure, while others had only just entered the second ring.

Each of them glared fiercely at Locke.

“Wizard, stay here. Stay in this hell.”

“With us draining your power, how can you fight the Demon King?”

“You’re not a power master. Your fighting style is different from theirs. You’re suppressed here just like us. You’re doomed.”

The human warrior also rose from the ground, enduring the severe injury to his chest. With his pain, his killing intent towards Locke grew stronger, and the fluctuations of killing intent around him increased. Then, he roared fiercely, a wave of killing intent descending upon him, resonating with his body.

He stumbled forward a few steps, then suddenly went berserk, roaring as his feet transformed into spikes as he 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—to swing it towards him.

The left leg, like a scythe, aimed for Locke’s neck.

Locke frowned and could only retreat, but he noticed a second-ring orc behind him, crouching and gathering power, his fist constantly accumulating energy before unleashing a powerful punch—the Wave Fist.

A blast of energy shot towards his back.

Seeing the human warrior in front and the enormous, crimson blast behind him, Locke had no choice but to fly upwards.

In that instant, both the human warrior and the orc behind him had their pupils shrink dramatically.

The dead end was complete!

These people had fought countless battles against the Senate’s power masters. Initially, they were weak; even with some power, they were nothing but chickens and dogs before the Senate’s wizards, quickly wiped out.

But as time passed, they gained more and more power and experience, and thus, Demon King-level beings began to emerge. These Demon King-level beings banded together, finding a haven in the deepest part of this inferno.

In that pristine land, a group of infernal creatures, refusing to be completely eradicated by the wizards of the Senate, gradually gathered.

Over time, they even became a force to be reckoned with.

Although resource limitations prevented the birth of third-ring level beings in this purgatory, more and more demon lords embarked on the path of endlessly expanding their realms within the second ring.

These infernal creatures stared at each other, their eyes blazing with fighting spirit.

They were going to launch a counterattack against the wizards!

One day, they would break through this purgatory!

Locke was horrified to find that when he flew into the air, he was surrounded by infernal creatures on all sides, launching a siege.

Six infernal creatures were punching and kicking him, all aimed at his neck.

It was clearly a trap.

In the distance, the demon lord-level being remained expressionless, continuing to watch the battle unfold. After noticing Locke was trapped, he stirred, raising his head to reveal the beastly face beneath his military cap—he was a werewolf.

He raised his paw, seemingly wanting to collect Locke’s soul.

Resources were scarce in this purgatory, making a wizard’s soul extremely precious. Capturing this wizard within this purgatory would be a form of revenge against other wizards.

However, he himself didn’t care about revenge.

After all, he was a battle maniac in his original world, and had even provoked a madman. He didn’t care where he was, as long as he could fight.

But in this purgatory, a wizard’s soul was so valuable. Obtaining it could even persuade the wizard to join them and help them increase their strength.

This was how they had accumulated power.

Some wizards in their ranks had betrayed them.

After all, once their souls were trapped here, everyone was a creature of purgatory.

And every creature of purgatory wanted to break free from this world that had imprisoned them.

Just as the demon king raised his hairy hand, about to strike, suddenly it seemed as if the world beneath his feet had collapsed, and countless tree roots burst forth from the earth.

The demon king’s eyes widened instantly.

Oh no.

They had mostly fought against power-wielding wizards, not other wizards, so they hadn’t noticed anything amiss when Locke summoned two tree-like magical plants.

What was the purpose of summoning trees?

Trees have numerous roots, and those roots are adept at moving underground.

At this moment, the Demon King Werewolf’s feet were entangled by the roots of the 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 suddenly forced to attack themselves.

At this point, the six second-ring level beings could no longer retract their attacks; they could only watch helplessly as their attacks struck each other’s bodies, the killing intent waves piercing through each other.

These waves, which could amplify their own bodies, instantly transformed into the most terrifying weapons upon contact with their opponents, piercing through their bodies.

The Demon King Werewolf instantly lost his composure. He scanned his surroundings, observing what had happened.

The wizard before him… was a type they had never fought before.

He seemed completely different from the straightforward power-wielding wizards.

…

In the public classroom of the Root Crown Court in the Cloud Marsh Wetlands, the Sea Queen looked at Locke with considerable surprise.

“Hmm? Locke, you actually learned how to modify a spirit macro 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 potion-making shouldn’t be far from this level. Can you tell me what happened?”

The Sea Queen looked at Locke as if she had seen a rare treasure.

The witch Alba Dalton, like a shy young girl, gently covered her mouth, “Truly amazing. Lord Augustine, you are the real potion-making genius.”

“I tried several times and only managed to get to one-third of the steps.”

The other ten wizards watching all looked at Alba Dalton with astonishment.

Because she, a wizard at the Crystallization stage, had already begun to get on the right track—this was a slap in the face to them, the second-ring Grand Wizards.

Alex the Wizard clenched his fists. He glanced at the Sea Queen, who was subtly looking in his direction, then gritted his teeth and silently returned to his seat. He began trying to learn the most basic step: cutting spirit macros.

That’s right, to proceed to the second lesson, one had to first learn how to cut spirit macros from the first lesson.

The two were inextricably linked.

Alex Walker comforted himself, ‘It’s alright. I can attend every lesson anyway. Even if I don’t learn it, I can memorize it. The Sea Queen doesn’t seem to mind me recording her lessons with the True Sight Crystal. I’m a commoner wizard, unlike that Roland witch who can be so arrogant as to skip lessons whenever she wants.’

Alex’s eyes hardened.

‘Since I’ve got this course, I’ll take it seriously. I’ll take something with me, a commoner wizard. I don’t have the talent to become a potion master. How will I know I don’t have any talent if I don’t try?’

He began cutting the macro, and with each failure, his macro gradually crumbled into dust.

The Sea Queen glanced at him and nodded slightly. Then, she looked at Locke, who explained, “

It’s because the new macro used in the Displacement Potion is the [Golden Horned Cicada] macro that I was able to learn it instantly. Then I was able to concoct a bottle of Displacement Potion.” “

The first step of the Displacement Potion is originally the Doppelganger Potion. As long as you add a modifier macro beforehand, you can transform the macro into a special ritual action. Then, by repeating the steps of concocting the Doppelganger Potion, the Doppelganger Potion will become the Displacement Potion.”

“I just have a special talent for Gold Magic,”

Locke said. “Because of the special nature of Gold Magic, I can basically learn any open-source Gold Magic by just glancing at it.”

The second-circle wizards surrounding him coughed upon hearing this incredible statement.

What kind of incredible situation was this?

Learn it after just one glance?

This…

The witch Alba Dalton looked up at Locke, her eyes filled with admiration.

The Sea Queen was also stunned.

“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 is magic that can be learned based on bloodline level. But why isn’t your ultimate magic composed of pure golden magic?”

“If you pursued golden magic alone, your achievements would be even greater.”

The Sea Queen seemed to be seeing Locke for the first time, and she became extremely satisfied with him.

Locke said, “I only gradually unearthed my golden bloodline after becoming a second-circle wizard.”

“Besides…”

There were serious problems with his own golden bloodline; it was uncertain whether he could even reach the Sun Circle, so binding himself to golden magic might not be a good thing.

Furthermore, he had already made a choice regarding similar temptations when the witch Catherine gave him the option to sign a contract with the Ancient Sky Illusion Realm or the Emerald Dream Realm.

His true foundation of power still lay in the natural force plane.

The Sea Queen looked at the witch Alba Dalton and said, “You don’t need to worship him. He’ll just have a smoother path in potions related to gold magic in the future, but Alba, you have a special talent. I’ve said it before, your path is to become a third-circle potion master, a third-circle potion master who can brew the elixir of immortality.”

“You don’t need to take this path that will lead you astray.”

The witch Alba Dalton immediately clasped her hands together and bowed her head to the Sea Queen, obediently saying, “I understand, teacher.”

The Sea Queen looked at Locke and asked, “Was that Displacement potion effective?”

Locke was taken aback for a moment, then said, “It was very effective.”

“It even allowed me to turn the tide against a powerful enemy.”

The Sea Queen said with a smile, “This is my invention. After taking it, you can gather spiritual energy and use it to create illusions. Although it looks like you’re teleporting, those are actually just illusions created by the spiritual energy illusory mimicking your form.”

“Like a mirage.”

“It seems your figure is in one place, but in reality, that’s just a wisp of spirit resembling you; your true form is elsewhere.”

“From now on, you can make good use of this potion’s effects,”

the Sea Queen said. “However, your actions just now, while managing to create a bottle of Apparition Potion, were largely improvised due to your talent. As you said, that’s because of the high-level golden bloodline within you. To truly make it your own, you need to successfully refine another bottle of Apparition Potion.”

“So, the homework continues this time.”

Many wizards present suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

However, they didn’t know why they were relieved.

After all, they hadn’t even submitted their homework for the first lesson.

They didn’t know what they were expecting.

Some wizards were even struggling to cope; after all, they were getting on in years, had achieved status, and had students.

Those who had had many students possessed a strange stubbornness, making it difficult 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 sudden turn of events.

His six second-ring level subordinates each struck their opponent, sending them flying backward.

The next moment, the Demon King Werewolf’s pupils shrank dramatically. The roots of the two golden sacred trees couldn’t restrain him at all; it was merely a trivial trick. If the wizard only knew such trivial tricks, he was completely helpless against him. Meanwhile,

he had been observing his opponent’s fighting style for a long time.

The Demon King Werewolf’s entire body surged, 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.

This speed was even greater than Locke’s, who possessed the Great Roaring Dragon Sparrow. There was no other reason; the opponent had simply fused killing intent into his body. It was only because the opponent was a Star Ring level life form

that his basic speed and basic strength were superior to Locke’s.

The difference in level was immense; aside from everything else, this werewolf’s stats were superior in every aspect.

But 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 earth. His pupils darted around until he saw Locke before him.

He landed on his hands, stood on his feet, and then, while upside down, suddenly swung his right leg—his hind claw—down fiercely at Locke, who had attacked him.

“Too naive.”

The werewolf demon sneered. “My hands are my feet, and my feet are my hands. I’ve honed this skill in daily battles. Four-Handed Killing Fist.”

The werewolf demon clenched each paw into a fist, each crackling with terrifying killing intent. The next moment, he swung his fist towards Locke’s forehead. A terrifying killing intent blast pierced Locke’s skull, even landing behind him and causing an explosion that instantly killed many nearby infernal creatures.

“Hmm?”

The werewolf demon narrowed his eyes, because the wizard he had struck had instantly turned into a blur, followed by a familiar figure appearing beside him.

“Was that an illusion? A clone?”

The werewolf demon’s eyes widened, unable to judge for a moment, because even his infallible sense of smell had identified the person as the wizard himself.

His sense of smell had never failed him.

How could this be?

But he clearly smelled that person was the wizard before him.

The Demon King Werewolf turned to look at Locke on his left, unleashing four punches—four killing fists!

Four fists, swirling with killing intent, slammed towards Locke like steel pestles. In an instant, Locke’s permanent defensive barrier crumbled. This Star Ring-level creature truly lived up to its reputation as an existence capable of causing warning signs to appear even in the Great Void; it had plenty of tricks up its sleeve. It

was merely relying on the terrifying suppressive power of its Star Ring-level magical pressure base stats.

Its fists landed on Locke’s phantom, shattering it once more.

The next moment, Locke turned, appearing behind him. Locke’s rapier-like Arisaema heterophyllum plant, Pinellia ternata, aimed for Locke’s chest, but the Demon King Werewolf, without turning around, suddenly grabbed Locke’s arm with its left leg.

The Demon King Werewolf grinned maliciously.

“Do you think I really can’t smell it? The air is filled with your scent.”

“Everywhere.”

“I know that wasn’t your true form just now. But this time it is.”

“Die.”

A terrifying magical pressure pressed down on Locke, and his four arms transformed into six—Six-Handed Killing Fists.

Six fists, wrapped in killing intent, attacked Locke like vajras.

In an instant, the life force field defense was pierced by a single 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 true location, ten meters to his left, not far away.

At this moment, Locke was collecting the spiritual energy in the air. As a potion master, he could use the Transcendental Potion to create phantom clones of spiritual energy while his true form collected the spiritual energy dissipating from the air.

In this way, the werewolf demon king wouldn’t be able to smell him anymore, only the Linghong clone.

After all, his main body had collected most of the Linghong, and even a Star Ring-level life form could make a momentary misjudgment if it relied solely on its own stats during the most intense battle.

Locke took out Banxia, and as he spun it, a whirlwind of fire appeared, enveloping his opponent in flames.

This was a Banxia-related spell he had recently learned, an old spell available in the free area, a variation of Summer Grass Firefly, Summer Grass Gate.

At this moment, the vortex of fire rose into blazing magic, its vigorous life force and flames attacking the werewolf demon king.

At the end of this vortex of fire, there seemed to be a gate formed by summer magic.

Summer Grass Gate could use flames formed by blazing power to create a vortex of towering fire waves. If the opponent was pushed into Summer Grass Gate by this blazing power, they would enter a world of upward energy, and their internal energy would explode and they would be severely injured in a very short time.

This was an advanced spell model of Summer Grass Firefly.

At this moment, the werewolf demon king stomped his foot, shattering the vortex of flames. Simultaneously, his wolf claws extended and wedged into the surface of the vortex, trapping him at the entrance to the vortex gate.

However, the light of the Star Ring behind him was blocked at the gate.

The Summer Grass Gate couldn’t absorb him at all.

As the Star Ring was drawn into the Summer Grass Gate, cracks appeared.

The werewolf demon king roared, his demonic pressure rising continuously. Suddenly, he hooked his wolf claws forward, and the entire Summer Grass Gate’s flame vortex was filled with turbulent currents, which resembled cracks.

Seeing this strange spell model about to break, the werewolf demon king grinned maliciously. He exerted a little force, and the entire flame vortex shattered abruptly, but the Star Ring behind him also shattered simultaneously.

This was because his Star Ring, while resisting the Summer Grass Gate’s gravity, was neutralized, causing it to break.

Just then, Locke appeared beside him, placing a hand on his chest, causing ripples to spread.

History replaying itself!

Under the attack of the Star Ring-level creature, he had finally outmaneuvered him, breaking his Star Ring and causing him to be caught in his own historical replay.

The Demon King Werewolf roared, but in that instant, Locke entered the historical replay, dodging Locke’s next swinging wolf claw. The claw missed, instead killing a group of infernal creatures nearby, while the killing intent blast struck a nearby black mountain, causing it to collapse and shatter completely.

The Demon King Werewolf’s pupils widened, his anger still simmering, but now his eyes were filled with confusion.

Where was the enemy?

(End of Chapter)