Chapter 449: Chapter 448: Looking Down on All Sides
“Boom, boom, boom—-”
As the creator of the Chaotic Space Pearl, the ones produced by Ivan were certainly no ordinary items. Right now, still situated in the Great Sky River filled with space energy, the Chaotic Space Pearl erupted with effects even more intense than its own nature.
The fabric of space beca completely chaotic.
A dium to small-sized spatial turbulence ford, its savage force tearing apart everything around, including the peculiar airship close at hand.
It must be said, chaos in space is the chief of all chaos, under the slicing force of spatial chaos, the airship, pinned with the high hopes of its crew, failed to last a few seconds before its defensive layer was breached, and the hull began to fracture.
The crisis suddenly closed in on the crew of the airship, leaving them no ti to escape.
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“Danger!”
“Quick! Use whatever ans you have, else we’re all done for.”
As proud as the group was before, now they were equally disheveled. Watching the chaos about to sweep over them, Monde and others could not afford to care about anything else and loudly rallied everyone to fight for their lives with all ans available.
At this mont, many clenched their teeth in frustration, forced to use the thods they kept in reserve.
Ignoring the chaos inside the airship, Ivan and the swamp ant seed quite at ease. With the airship acting as a shield amidst them, it blocked the approaching spatial turbulence, allowing them to easily escape the area of disturbance.
“Tsk, tsk, truly terrifying.”
The swamp ant gloated as it watched below, marveling at the scene caused by the Chaotic Space Pearl, then hinted, “If another one were to co from above, I estimate that both the airship and its occupants would be dood.”
“Know what a ‘butterfly effect’ is?”
“I don’t.”
“No worries, you only need to know that using two Chaotic Space Pearls consecutively in one place will cause a drastic chain reaction, especially within the Great Sky River, likely stirring up a major turbulence storm.
Once a turbulence storm forms, we would be the first to be hit, and it’s not certain that we could escape the swept area.
Moreover, it could also impact the overall situation, causing the Great Sky River to erupt into chaos prematurely, at which point you and I would really be blad.”
Ivan was always extrely cautious about things he couldn’t control.
Creating spatial turbulence in the Great Sky River is like twisting up winds on the high seas. Once the balance is massively disrupted, it could potentially affect the whole Great Sky River, and then no one could escape easily.
“Ah, this!”
“Just watch, without another Chaotic Space Pearl, none of them will escape.”
Seeing the airship fall apart below, revealing many figures, Ivan caught sight of the familiar figure of Dean Watkin, a cold smirk appearing on his face. A flash of red light surrounded him, and he struck downwards with his mightiest palm.
This was a descent of the Black Magic Hand.
The giant palm, rging various forces, was especially robust, far surpassing the usual Level 3 attacks, covering the entire airship like a mountain, and heavily slamming down.
“Damn it!”
“Roar! I must kill him.”
The great disturbance above, the crew of the airship imdiately perceived the signs, seeing the enemy taking advantage of the situation, furious and grinding their teeth, yet had to ticulously prepare and take necessary actions.
In fact, the crew was an organization entirely made up of Bloodline Alterators.
As Bloodline Alterators, Monde and others’ core thod was to fully activate Bloodline Power, transforming into beastly forms to exchange for greater and stronger powers.
For a mont, under the giant palm, the roar of beasts was continuous.
“See, this is how you fight, seizing the right mont, striking unexpectedly.”
“Uh-huh, I’ve learned.”
Hearing Ivan’s words, the swamp ant nodded repeatedly.
Of course, it could see that when Sorcerer Ivan launched the attack, it was precisely when the opponents’ defensive shield was about to collapse under the ravage of the spatial turbulence. By the ti the Black Magic Hand truly landed, the opponents could only hastily respond, their defensive power greatly compromised.
“Sorcerer Ivan, can you leave one or two for to deal with later?” the swamp ant quickly requested.
“No need to wait, they are coming out now, attack together, handle as many as you can, leave the rest to .” Ivan replied calmly, noting that despite the attacks from the turbulence and giant hand, many had survived.
These individuals all took on bestial forms, large in size, began to distance themselves from the vicinity of the airship, scattering and fleeing in all directions, very conspicuous.
At this point, he would find it hard not to know who they were.
In recent years, the trend of Bloodline Alteration in the sorcerer world had remained highly popular, and incidents of sorcerer families being massacred were frequent. However, these were mostly minor families, not drawing adequate attention, and were always handled by Black Prison.
Black Prison had its achievents, but not many, unknown whether the ti to wrap up had not yet arrived.
He didn’t have enough understanding of Black Prison, nor did he have many connections in this area, instead, from the Five Leaves Spear, he learned a lot about Bloodline Alterators.
It was said that Bloodline Alterators had ford multiple forces, whether true or false, they had beco a significant climate.
And there were claims that Bloodline Alteration had infiltrated the upper echelons, resulting in a constant force within the sorcerer world, hindering the purging and recovery of Bloodline Alterators.
Since he himself needed to keep a low profile, he had not paid much attention to the matters concerning Bloodline Alterators.
He never expected that without looking for trouble with them, they would directly follow him to seek trouble in the Great Sky River, sothing he just couldn’t tolerate.
You should know, he was actually a bit depressed in his heart from the previous battle with the old turtle.
Fighting a Level 4 old turtle wasn’t effective, could it be impossible to beat you group of Bloodline Alterators as well?
Ivan acknowledged that his fighting will had soared.
“Swamp ant, attack!”
“Alright! You little brats, you dare to provoke us, you’re dead this ti.”
Influenced by him, the swamp ant was also filled with combat spirit, following him into the battle on one side.
At this mont, the remaining mbers of Green Budding Society were also charging over from all around.
Originally they were eleven, under the constant turmoil of the Power of Space and the Black Magic Hand’s ravaging, they had suffered repeatedly, now only seven were left with the strength to fight, their numbers nearly halved.
“Kill! Kill these two bastards.”
The people from Green Budding Society were now wishing to devour the flesh of a human and an ant.
However, before they could even get close, a black and a red aura burst forth, covering the people nearing, causing their movents to stagger.
Within the Sacrificial Light Domain Aura, Black Magic Flas and Sacrificial Flas intertwined, varying in intensity, directly igniting that area.
Under Ivan’s control, so flas condensed into threads, densely stabbing towards the people within the range.
“Ah! Be careful.”
“Roar! Die.”
The first to fall within the range of the aura were two n: one with deer antlers, the other with two pairs of wings on his back, under the stimulation of the fire threads, the two couldn’t help but cry out in pain.
The more they scread, the fiercer the flas burned, and the thicker the condensed threads of fire around them beca.
The power of the Sacrificial Light was evident.
Of course, Ivan wouldn’t miss this opportunity, he flung a Silver Moon Blade to the left while striking with his palm to the right, forming another Black Magic Hand.
The Silver Moon Blade and the Black Magic Hand, both accelerated by the Power of Space, swept past.
“Bullshit scholar, I’ll fight you to the death.” The man on the right not only had a pair of deer antlers but also maintained the appearance of having a human upper body and deer lower body, standing nearly five or six ters tall.
His strength was not too bad among Level 3 Sorcerers, facing the approaching Ivan as well as the blocked escape space.
He chose a life-risking combat style at the first mont, indicative of his profound wariness of Ivan.
“Perfect timing, I hate n with antlers on their heads the most.”
Ivan maintained full control of the Black Magic Hand, as he neared the opponent, the giant palm enveloped by the surrounding flas, seized the mont to grasp, stretching towards the desperately leaping deer-antlered man.
The flaming giant hand seized the deer-antlered man, the terrifying force compressing in multiple directions.
In the next second, a more miserable scream echoed, Ivan mobilized more energy within the aura, tightened his grip, and the screaming abruptly stopped; after the flas dispersed, only a charred corpse fell.
Actually, before the flas dispersed, Ivan already knew the outco and quickly rushed towards the left.
The Silver Moon Blade’s edge was unstoppable; the four-winged man on the left, caught off guard, had one arm and one wing severed.
When Ivan turned and charged over, the four-winged man looked utterly horrified, frantically flapping his remaining wings, trying to escape this fearso enemy.
For Ivan, once soone entered his Domain Aura, it was impossible to let them escape.
Within seconds, he had claid another life of a Bloodline Alterator, casually throwing the corpse into the Hunting Space.
“Dean Watkin, hope you are doing alright.” After subduing two enemies, Ivan didn’t stop and sprinted towards an old acquaintance.
“Great elder, I was wrong. Please, for the sake of the past, give a chance to serve you.” Suddenly losing two companions, Monde Watkin was scared.
All being Level 3 Sorcerers, is that man even human?
Why is his strength so terrifying!
Monde felt that he and the opponent were not at all on the sa level of strength, seeing the latter charging at him, he decisively chose to admit his fault and plead for rcy, undoubtedly provoking the indignation and curses of others.
But he didn’t care, having barely survived past the lifespan boundary, he couldn’t afford to die in such a place.
“Great elder, I can tell you everything I know.”
“I can find out by killing you.”
Facing Monde, who looked like a blood wolf with wings, Ivan showed no rcy; the Sacrificial Light led with flas, he followed promptly, no matter how the blood wolf struggled, he was simply slain under the Silver Moon Blade.
Thus, he eliminated a potential hazard that could have affected the rear at any ti.
“Retreat!”
As Ivan focused on his next target, the remaining people from Green Budding Society finally turned cowardly; this man was too powerful, with their strength, they should never have chosen him as a hunting target, much less provoke him.
This hunt was a mistake from the start.
In the Great Sky River, Ivan was extraordinarily adept, not about to let the remaining people escape, he chased down the nearest person, his speed clearly surpassing those in front.
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