Just as the thought crossed Aeos's mind, Owen's internal and external mana began to resonate.
Black specks of light appeared faintly on the surface of his skin, mostly where Emily had attacked him before.
It was evident that the early stages of practicing Obsidify relied heavily on external pressure.
In the next mont, Owen took a deep breath, his mana surging wildly within him, penetrating his bones and flesh, and finally spreading throughout his cells.
An unprecedented feeling of power surged within him.
Owen threw a punch, and Aeos, who had just ford an earthen barrier, was directly in front of him.
Bang!
However, it was futile.
With a dull sound, Owen, like a human bulldozer, shattered the several-ter-thick earthen barrier with brute force.
The shockwave from his fist rippled out like waves, each one stronger than the last, crashing heavily onto Aeos.
Thud!
Aeos's eyes widened as he watched Owen close in, spitting blood as he was sent flying, his face filled with disbelief.
Everyone watching opened their mouths in astonishnt.
This... this was too fast!
Aeos was a silver-tier level 1 mage, yet he was sent flying with just one strike?
It even seed like Owen hadn't used any skills!
"It must be so kind of dark magic! Otherwise, his explosive power couldn't reach this level!"
"Definitely, to unleash such power with just his body, he must be at least a gold-tier mage. Owen must be using so body-strengthening dark magic!"
"Don't panic, everyone. No matter how strong he is, he's still human. He will get tired, and his stamina will run out."
"We'll challenge him in turns, not giving him a chance to recover!"
Seeing Owen's imnse strength once again, the awe in the eyes of the crowd grew even stronger.
However, with the Godslayer Staff right in front of them, none of them were willing to leave. "You don't need to co at one by one. All of you, co at together!" Owen swept his gaze across the crowd, beckoning them with his hand.
From his earlier use of Obsidify, he realized it had started to take effect. However, Aeos's strength was too low to be of any real help to him.
Since that was the case, he might as well have these small fry co at him all at once.
Owen's words made every mage present feel an imnse sense of humiliation.
There were at least a hundred mages here.
Although their strength varied and they couldn't fully utilize their staffs due to the earlier restrictions, they were still a formidable force.
And yet, Owen wanted to challenge all of them by himself!
It was as if he didn't even see them as a threat!
Such arrogance!
Benedict and the others, upon hearing this, thought Owen had gone mad!
Even Benedict, the strongest among the Wolf Guard, would have to consider retreating when faced with so many mages.
After all, the combined magical attacks of so many mages were not sothing to be taken lightly.
"Should we forcefully take Master Owen away from here?"
"I agree. We should get Master Owen out of here. This is no joke; if things go wrong, he could easily die here!"
The other Wolf Guards looked at Benedict, their eyes full of worry and urgency.
Benedict sighed.
Is Owen still too young and reckless?
He should have been low-key, but he chose to be so ostentatious instead.
"Alright, we..."
Just as Benedict hesitated for a mont and decided to act together to protect Owen, Owen suddenly charged toward the crowd of mages.
"Good, good, co on!"
"He's coming to us on his own; we can't be blad for what happens next!"
Many mages were so excited that they got goosebumps, as if the Godslayer Staff was waving at them.
Thus, they unleashed various magical attacks, all aid directly at Owen. Their magic was densely packed.
Owen dodged so attacks and used his Obsidify-enhanced body to withstand others.
Although the magical attacks caused excruciating pain, they also made his body stronger, and the black specks of light on his skin beca denser.
If this continued for a while longer, the domineering Obsidify technique would completely reach level 1.
At that point, both his physical body and internal mana would undergo a qualitative transformation.
Thinking of this, Owen beca even more excited, and his attacks grew faster.
Bang! Bang!
Owen's fists and feet beca his weapons.
Any mage who got too close was sent flying before they could even defend themselves.
"So fierce!"
Benedict and the other Wolf Guards, who had initially planned to intervene, watched as Owen charged through the crowd of mages like a rampaging bull. They all had the sa thought.
Even though his tier wasn't high, he was like a tiger among sheep, gradually scattering the
mages!
This was sothing they could never hope to achieve!
The mages attacking Owen also began to realize sothing was wrong.
Their magical attacks seed to hurt Owen, but each ti he was hit, his body seed to
grow stronger.
The most crucial part was that while they were feeling ntally exhausted and their mana was depleting from continuous attacks, Owen still looked as energetic as ever, seemingly
unaffected.
"Monster!"
"He's simply a monster!"
So mages began to feel a growing sense of fear.
Why is his combat power so terrifying?
Not only is his combat power terrifying, but his recovery ability is also astonishing, as if he is constantly under the effect of powerful healing magic!
What are we supposed to do against that?
Despair!
Deep despair!
As a result, so mages with weaker resolve retreated in fear, fleeing from the nightmare-
like young man.
With so mages retreating, the already shaken crowd fell apart, fighting and retreating, unwilling to stay any longer.
With the support of the Order of rlin, Owen felt increasingly invigorated as the battle went
on.
Seeing that no one dared to step forward and attack, Owen stood firm and shouted,
"Who else!"
This extrely arrogant voice echoed in everyone's ears.
The already terrified mages didn't dare to stay any longer and fled in panic.
This Owen was too frightening!
As the mages fled, a faint layer of black light completely ford on Owen's skin.
Obsidify level 1, Obsidian Skin, was successfully cultivated!
In an instant, Owen's cells seed to transform into black holes, wildly absorbing mana.
His previously thin, malnourished-looking body suddenly beca robust, and his skin took
on a hidden black sheen.
His flesh was filled with explosive power!
He had a strong feeling that if he faced that group of mages again, he could gradually defeat
them without even getting hurt!
...
Having dealt with the nurous mages along the way, Owen continued with Benedict and the
others toward Pharaoh's Tower.
After crossing the Gobi Desert, Owen and his group entered an arid desert.
Pharaoh's Tower lay in the center of this desert.
As they ventured deeper, a deathly silence surrounded them.
The corpses of nurous mages, buried by the yellow sand, were visible along the way.
Reaching this point, Benedict and the Wolf Guards beca much more solemn, surrounding
Owen protectively like stars around the moon.
With a serious expression, Benedict said, "Master Owen, be careful. Pharaoh's Tower is a
cursed place.
The monsters inside aren't particularly high-level, but they are extrely strange.
Many cursed zombies roam here, and they can never be truly killed.
There has never been an effective strategy to deal with them, so this place has been
abandoned and few mages co here anymore."
The cursed zombies surrounding Pharaoh's Tower were only bronze-tier, but their sheer
numbers were overwhelming.
They hid beneath the desert sands, and there was no way to eradicate them completely.
As a result, no one dared to fight on a large scale here. If they attracted a large number of cursed zombies, they would be surrounded and surely perish.
The many mage skeletons in the yellow sand were a stark reminder of this danger. "Cursed zombies?" Owen was taken aback. Weren't the creatures around Pharaoh's Tower supposed to be mummies?
But he suddenly rembered that, according to the ani's setting, people in this world
didn't know the term "mummy." The Pharaoh's Tower was known from ancient texts.
And based on his mory, the mummies here were indeed strange, but they had obvious weaknesses and should be easy to defeat.
While Owen was pondering this, Benedict and the others suddenly grew more serious, their
gazes fixed on the distance.
Ahead of Pharaoh's Tower, in the midst of the yellow sands, sensing the approach of strangers, the mummies lying beneath the sand raised their hands and slowly erged from
the ground.
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