Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience Chapter 734 - 40: Searching for the Unknown Variable

As soon as the battle broke out, it entered the most intense phase. The alliance’s eight Domain experts each displayed their talents, with rampant energy torrents gushing like floodwaters, relentlessly pounding the defensive barrier upheld by the Purgatory Magic Array and the well-prepared Lai Ou inside the barrier.

"Freeze! You scum!"

Lai Ou roared, both fists thrusting forward, instantly conjuring countless massive Ice Crystal Shields, layered in front of him, forcefully resisting Duncan’s Light Sword Gang that tore through the darkness, ice fragnts and Holy Light shards scattering all around.

Alex’s figure flickered unpredictably around Lai Ou like a specter, the Ice Crystal Dagger in his hand drawing nurous deadly cold glints, targeting its defensive blind spots.

A frosty radiance erupted around Lai Ou, forming a rapidly rotating ice storm that shredded most attacks, yet a few treacherous cold rays penetrated his defense, leaving deep scratches on his skin covered with an ice crystal stratum, blue ice blood oozing out.

Kong’s spatial interference, like an invisible web, continuously attempted to distort the force field around Lai Ou, causing subtle impedints in his movents.

Vanilla seized these fleeting opportunities, the Cross Sword with unwavering resolve, piercing towards Lai Ou’s vitals like a crimson teor, forcing him to divide his attention to parry.

Lilia’s giant toad, Magi, no longer spat flas, but leveraged its hill-like bulk, repeatedly violently impacting the barrier of the Magic Array, emitting thunderous booms, trying to shake its foundation with sheer force. Sophia, anwhile, continually constructed various Frost Runes and temporary barriers, sotis reinforcing the defense, sotis launching massive Ice Spear Ice Cone for distant suppression.

The entire battleground flashed with spiritual radiance, continuous roaring, energy tumult tearing the ground into unfathomable chasms, the air perated with the acrid scent from elental annihilation.

However, amid this dazzling frenzy, a wildly irregular phenonon caught Lynch’s attention—

From the beginning, Cyrus sat cross-legged directly beneath the Lost Fruit Tree, eyes closed, hands forming a complex and eerie seal in front of his chest, the core patterns of the Array beneath him emanating far brighter, more stable luminescence than the surrounding area.

He seed entirely indifferent, disinterested in the fierce battle concerning life or death, leaving all pressure to be borne by Lai Ou alone.

Yet Lai Ou, though seemingly struggling against eight, didn’t show significant decline in his aura!

Whenever his energy depleted in fierce confrontations, the surrounding Purgatory Restriction would imdiately illuminate, a multitude of colorful, differing properties of Magic Energy Flows, converging like rivers into the sea, precisely injecting into his body, swiftly replenishing his consumption, even occasionally leading to abnormal, brief surges in his presence!

This Purgatory Magic Array served as a custom-made infinite energy supply source and a super amplifier for him!

Lynch had no clue what Cyrus was up to; right now, he had more pressing concerns.

While keeping pace with the others, occasionally swinging Ifrid’s Sword, cutting dark red Sword Qi imbued with Decay Law to harry Lai Ou, he dedicated the majority of his attention elsewhere. His gray eyes, sharp as an eagle’s, scanned the battlefield with precision, each corner, shadow, any potential crevice in the ruins.

Simultaneously, his vast spiritual power spread out like invisible tendrils, cautiously avoiding the core area of intense battles and energy turbulence, ticulously sensing any abnormal energy fluctuation or hidden aura.

’Where is it...’ Lynch murmured to himself, a na overshadowing his heart like a cloud, ’Al...fred!’

Since entering this perilous 95th Floor, Lynch had never ceased searching for this forr ’old friend.’ Nonetheless, it seed as if Alfred had vanished from the earth, offering no signs of collaboration with the Tower of Order.

’Is he acting alone?’ Lynch’s frown deepened, ’Or is he like the most dangerous snake, stealthily lurking in the shadows, awaiting the pri mont when both sides suffer from Cyrus’s confrontation, then erging to clean up, execute so unknown sche?’

In Lynch’s view, compared to the apparent Cyrus and Lai Ou, the enigmatic, twisted personality and equally possessing the Eye of Death God Alfred posed the greatest, most uncontrollable variable in this struggle for the Lost Fruit!

Without locating his trace, it felt like moving in darkness, unaware of where the blade might strike, making Lynch perpetually uneasy.

The battle swiftly escalated into a white-hot stalemate. Despite continuous energy supply from the Purgatory Magic Array, Lai Ou was contending alone against the alliance’s eight peer-level experts in relentless siege! Two fists are no match for four hands, let alone sixteen!

The alliance grew increasingly coordinated, Duncan’s Light Sword Gang and Vanilla’s crimson teors alternately attacking, forcing Lai Ou to confront head-on; Alex’s eerie cold glints and Kong’s spatial interference infiltrated his defense, while Lilia’s toad Magi fiercely smashed the Array’s barrier, Sophia’s Frost Spells conducting precise remote suppression and control.

"Boom!"

A Holy Light Slash, gathering most of Duncan’s strength, finally broke through the layers of Ice Crystal Shield defense, sharply striking Lai Ou’s shoulder, and even with ice shell buffering, it left a deep, charred wound, blue ice blood spraying out.

"Sss!"

Almost simultaneously, Alex seized the fleeting flaw exposed by Lai Ou’s pain, letting the Ice Crystal Dagger sweep like a snake, opening a long cut on his outer thigh, the extre cold force invading, markedly hindering his action.

"Poof!"

Vanilla’s Cross Sword followed close behind, its tip striking his flank, though most of the force was blocked by hastily conjured ice armor, the sharp Sword God’s Power still pierced through, shaking Lai Ou’s blood and energy, making him stagger half a step back with a muffled groan.

With more and more wounds, energy replenishnt lagged behind the consumption rate, Lai Ou’s massive body was already riddled with scars, ice blue blood dripping onto the charred ground, emitting a "sizzle." The speed of his arm swinging was no longer as frenzied as initially, the ice storm around him seeming sowhat chaotic.

The imnse pressure and dissatisfaction with Cyrus’s long-delayed action finally pushed Lai Ou’s patience to the limit!

He endured another violent strike from Magi, gliding back dozens of ters, taking the opportunity to turn his head towards Cyrus, who remained cross-legged like a ditative monk, issuing a low roar suppressing his fury:

"Cyrus! Damn it, are you ready yet?! I’m almost at my limit! If this damn array breaks, we’re all screwed! Our cooperation ends here!"

This roar, like a thunderclap, was distinctly clear even on the roaring battlefield.

As if to respond to Lai Ou’s anxiety and threat—

Buzz!

A chilling, overwhelming aura far exceeding any previous energy wave suddenly erupted from beneath the Lost Fruit Tree!

Centered on Cyrus, the complex core patterns of the Array beneath him blazed with blinding dark red radiance like Hell’s molten lava coursing!

The air’s sulfuric scent rapidly intensified tenfold, an indescribable heavy oppression enveloped the Broken Chapel, even the fiercely engaged energy turbulence montarily halted!

Cyrus, who had remained statue-like in ditation, finally at this mont, slowly, with a commanding nonchalance, opened his eyes.

His gaze, lacking previous fierceness or mockery, now contained only a near inhuman, cold absolute rationality, seemingly embodying the very will of the Purgatory Magic Array.

His rise was not swift, yet extraordinary like a mountain’s elevation.

With his rising, surrounding restrictions’ spiritual light converged upon him as if worshipping a monarch, the entire Purgatory Magic Array’s energy flow direction completely altered, no longer dispersing into Lai Ou but began frantically converging into his hands!

A destructive force was rapidly taking shape....