Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience Chapter 739 - 45: Rules

"Whoosh—!"

The wild winds roared as the pure power of the Death Rule transford into black death storms, raging and expanding outwards from Lynch at the center, easily tearing apart and annihilating the Rule Demons summoned by Cyrus! The battlefield that was originally oppressive and desperate instantly reversed its plight due to the intervention of this newborn Rule Power!

Lynch stood tall amidst the roaring black storm, as if he was the master of this Death Storm. With a new and unfamiliar sensation, he slowly raised one hand and examined it closely before his eyes.

At this mont, an unprecedented sense of control filled his body and mind. He felt as if he was transcending the basic laws of this world; with every gesture, there lay endless possibilities to change reality and reshape the rules!

This is the supre realm countless Wizards have dread of achieving but could never attain—

Rules!

Even with Lynch’s resolve, a trace of intense excitent and shock flickered through his eyes. He lifted his head, his gaze piercing through the raging storm, looking at the land shrouded by death.

Previously, with his Eye of Death God and vast knowledge base, he viewed the world as composed of countless flowing energy particles, elents, and their predetermined arrangents and combinations. He could see their structure and analyze their principles.

But now, everything was different!

In his perception, the energies and elents that form the world’s foundation no longer were re objects of observation; they seed to transform into countless clearly visible threads that could be manipulated at will! He had a strong intuition that, with just a slight ntal impulse and a slight flick of his fingers, he could easily achieve:

Rendering a once stable and powerful Fire Elent into oblivion;

Causing a faint and weak Wind Elent to expand in an instant, transforming into a devastating hurricane;

Altering the inherent attributes and sequences of these energy threads, allowing water and fire to rge, and light and darkness to coexist;

Disassembling those supposedly unbreakable energy structures, causing solid defenses to collapse like sandcastles!

This repeated interference and reconstruction of basic elent sequences and combinations are precisely a manifestation of Rule Power that surpasses the Magic Model and directly points to the essence of the world!

"I see..." Lynch murmured softly, his voice filled with awe and insight towards this power, "So this is the perspective of rules? This is the power to ’define’ the world..."

Although his voice was soft, it exploded across the deathly silent battlefield like thunder, shattering the suffocating silence of despair!

The surviving mbers of the alliance snapped out of their shock, erupting in disbelief:

"Rules! It’s indeed power at the level of rules!"

"Lynch! You... what exactly have you done?!"

"How is this possible?! How did he suddenly master Rule Power?!"

anwhile, high above, Cyrus’s face was dark as ink. The rule power surging around him fluctuated violently with extre anger. He stared intently at Lynch in the storm’s center, his voice cold and furious as if from the depths of an abyss:

"Damned wretch! You... what have you done to my array?!"

Facing Cyrus’s gaze that seed intent on devouring him alive, Lynch slowly turned his head, a calm and leisurely expression on his face, even shrugging nonchalantly:

"Nothing, just..." His lips curled into a mischievous smile, "Did the sa thing as you."

He t Cyrus’s incredulous gaze, clearly articulating four words:

"Rule Grafting."

Upon successfully locating the deeply hidden focal point of the Pseudo-rule Grafting Array, Lynch imdiately set to work on cracking it.

However, he quickly discovered that Cyrus had layered protections and alarms over this array. Trying to forcibly break through it would not only consu a lot of ti, but also alert Cyrus the mont he took action!

Cyrus had never expected Lynch to see through the disguise and find the true Core Array, but that didn’t an he would remain idle once he noticed the array under attack. With his current strength in Pseudo-rule state, a mont’s intervention from him would be sothing Lynch could hardly withstand.

Thus, Lynch took a different approach, choosing a more ingenious and bolder path—

He didn’t destroy the array, but using his profound understanding of the array’s structure and the "revelation" he just obtained, he cautiously added several brand new, extrely covert magic circuits into the complex energy circuits of the Pseudo-rule Grafting Array, much like a master rune surgeon!

The sole purpose of these new circuits was clever guidance and diversion! Like grafted branches, they silently guided so of the Power of Death Rule initially ant for Cyrus towards Lynch himself!

That’s right!

He essentially forced a sharing permission onto this mighty Rule Grafting Array, siphoning off a portion of Cyrus’s "exclusive Energy Pool" for himself!

Because of this, in that critical mont just now, Lynch succeeded in this daring "grafting," causing the Rule Power that originally belonged solely to Cyrus to also be bestowed upon him! This allowed him to step forward at this pivotal mont, countering rule with rule and reversing the certain death situation!

Cyrus’s face instantly turned as dark as the sky before a storm, his eyes burning with fury as he stared at the figure in the storm’s center that had thwarted his efforts. The frustration and anger from having his Rule Power forcibly diverted nearly consud him.

"Why are you glaring so hard?" Lynch scoffed, his tone relaxed and carefree, in stark contrast to Cyrus’s rage.

Before he finished speaking, he raised his arm, seemingly casually pointing to an unremarkable corner several hundred ters away in front.

There, a tiny fla, barely noticeable, stubbornly flickered on a scorched branch. It was a remnant of the previous spell clashes, and in this battlefield filled with Death Rules and raging energies, it should have vanished in an instant, as if it never existed.

However, at the instant Lynch’s fingertip pointed towards it—

An anomaly occurred!

The tiny fla seed infused with a supre "definition," and the rules around it were forcibly rewritten!

The fla itself twisted and expanded violently, its form elevated and strengthened in an instant!

It was no longer just a burning fla but transford into a surging fire snake, seemingly alive, and actively rged into a nearby black Death Tornado!

Death and fire, two energies that should have been in conflict, were forcibly fused together under the coercive rule interference!

"Boom—!"

A Fire Tornado entwined with a pitch-black aura of death, yet burning with raging flas inside, materialized out of thin air!

It exuded a terrifying aura of intertwined destruction and annihilation, its size expanding dozens of tis, like a roaring Fla Giant Python tearing through the air, rushing overwhelmingly towards the floating Cyrus!

The scorching heat and icy death intent spread simultaneously, scorching and freezing space, creating twisted ripples.

Lynch still stood in place, the storm blowing his grey robe, making it flutter loudly. Watching the astonishing scene he casually orchestrated with a point of his finger, the playful arc on his lips grew even more pronounced as he repeated that mockingly questioning phrase to the ashen-faced Cyrus, his voice clearly piercing through the roaring winds and flas:

"Looking to eat soone?"