Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience Chapter 700 - 6: Increase in Domain Knowledge Entries

Under the chaotic sky, the black sand sea seed ravaged by a divine battle, dotted with massive craters, torn chasms, and bizarre glass-like substances that appeared to be ford by the instant cooling of molten lava mixed with negative energy.

The air was filled with a pungent ozone sll, the stench of decaying elents, and an inescapable aura of death.

Lynch panted heavily, his sweat-soaked bangs dripping down his jawline onto the scorching black sand, imdiately evaporating. His Wizard Robe was tattered in several places, the edges showing signs of corrosion or tearing, and the domain light close to his skin flickered erratically, evidently much depleted.

Before him was the last death crocodile still stubbornly resisting.

This enormous Magic Creation was equally scarred, its supposedly indestructible bony plates shattered in many places, revealing the swirling shadow substance beneath. One of its forelimbs was unnaturally twisted, and the burning ghostly green soul fire had dimd significantly, filled with ferocity and resentnt.

"Roar—!" It let out a silent roar, drawing in negative energy from its surroundings like a tide, making one final desperate struggle, and charged forward with crushing montum.

But Lynch’s combat experience was rich, long having seen through its waning strength’s trajectory. He sidestepped precisely to evade the lethal bite, his footwork shifting mysteriously, his wrist turning—

Swish!

Ifrid’s Sword carved a scorching arc, not aiming for the hard bone but cleverly striking at the relatively vulnerable junction of the giant crocodile’s chin and neck! The powerful force and fla Law within exploded instantly!

Boom!

The massive body of the death crocodile was flipped over by the skill and burst of power, crashing heavily onto the sand, kicking up a cloud of black sand, plunging into a temporary state of imbalance.

Opportunity!

A sharp light flashed in Lynch’s eyes, not hesitating in the slightest. His whole body shot out like an arrow from the string, leaping high, grasping the sword hilt with both hands, pouring all his remaining Strength and the sword’s fiery divine power into this strike!

"Annihilate!"

He murmured, the sword tip plunging downward like a Judgent Spear, precisely piercing the center of the death crocodile’s head, between those two points of ghostly green soul fire!

Sizzle—!!!

Like a red-hot iron entering ice water, a piercing corrosive sound abruptly rang out. The extre heat and Light force bursting from Ifrid’s Sword clashed explosively with the core’s negative energy and shadow substance of the death crocodile!

The death crocodile’s body stiffened abruptly, then began to convulse violently, swell, with blinding white light shooting out from the cracks on its surface!

Finally—

Boom!!!

Its massive body could no longer stay stable and exploded with a bang! But instead of flesh flying, it transford into countless thick, life-less black sand grains, like a sudden sandstorm, falling back onto the black desert, rging again with the earth.

These demons within the Lost Tower are not true Magic Creatures but unique Magic Creations ford by the Tower’s imnsely abundant Elental Energy. When defeated, the energy comprising their bodies loses its current form constraints, returning to the Tower’s origin, awaiting the next cohesion and "refresh."

Almost at the sa ti the last death crocodile collapsed, the cold and familiar system notification sounded heavenly in Lynch’s ear:

[Domain Level energy structure analysis Skill Level 1]

"Whew... finally... done!"

Lynch exhaled a breath of turbid air tinged with the scent of blood, unable to sustain himself any longer. The Ifrid’s Sword in his hand transford into a stream of light, retracting into the Space Crack, as he fell backward like all his Strength was drained, landing firmly on the still warm black sand, stirring up a small cloud of dust.

A wave of fatigue swept over him like a tide, not only physically but more so a massive exhaustion on the Spirit and soul level. Simultaneously dealing with hundreds of thick-skinned, fear-not-death, and Domain Level Magic Creations far surpassed his estimation in difficulty.

He gazed at the still slowly writhing, eerily glimring chaotic sky, his chest heaving violently.

"I never expected..." he murmured, his voice hoarse with a hint of bitter laughter, "Just reached Domain Level... and fell into such a hard battle."

This 81st level "welco ceremony" was excessively "enthusiastic." It made him, for the first ti, incredibly alert yet... excited about higher-level challenges.

"Fortunately..."

Lynch’s gaze fell on the system panel, looking at the densely packed list of items, finally showing a slight smile.

[High-level negative energy U-type formula Skill Level 1]

[Domain Rules (Shallow layer) Insight Skill Level 1]

[C-Structure Domain Combination Skill Level 1]

...

These were all Domain Level knowledge categories, each item alone would require at least several months of learning to make any progress.

Yet, only in a few hours, he absorbed them into his knowledge base.

And you must know, these are common Domain knowledge categories; their enhancent directly elevates his own Knowledge Law.

Just as Lynch’s gaze skimd over the system panel’s invaluable Domain Level knowledge items—

Rumble...!

Without warning, from the distant horizon ca a sustained, muffled roar, as if a thousand giant drums were being struck simultaneously, causing the entire black sand sea to tremble slightly.

Lynch looked up.

At the extre distance, where the chaotic sky t the black sand sea, tens of massive black Tornadoes connecting heaven and earth were slowly forming!

They weren’t composed of ordinary air currents but seed mixed with the purest shadow energy and those eerie black sands, presenting a season-stirring, ink-like viscous texture.

These black Tornadoes moved slowly yet steadily, distorting and tearing Space wherever they passed, leaving short-lived, visible distorted scars.

They greedily devoured everything in their path, even drawing in the eerie brilliance cast by the chaotic sky, causing dangerous dark purple arcs to occasionally flicker within the Tornadoes.

An indescribable pressure transmitted from such a distant place, causing Lynch’s barely cald Spirit to tense again.

He could clearly feel that the energy level contained within those Tornadoes far exceeded the previous death crocodiles, with a pure, all-destroying Law aura.

"This is...?"

Lynch furrowed his brows, uncertainty and suspicion filling his heart. Is this strange phenonon a natural occurrence of the Lost Tower’s Domain or another, more terrifying Magic Creation?

As he remained on high alert, attempting to analyze the energy composition of the black Tornadoes, a cold, calm, emotionless voice resonated directly in the depths of his mind, as if part of his own consciousness but carrying an undeniable, external will:

[Rule Notification: Void Dark Vortex has ford.]

[Trait: Irresistible, indissipable, contact triggering spatial separation and energy annihilation.]

[Response thod: Avoidance.]

[Hint: Sand Clock Mark can provide temporary safe zone guidance.]