Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 384 The Flow Reverses, the Divine Kingdom Seizes Power

Nearly half an hour had passed since he began meditating, and the battlefield remained deadlocked. The Primal Magnetic Giant Spirit continued to protect the Ancient Saint, preventing the external demons from harming him in the slightest.

The Green Pus Demon, which had been blasted apart by the giant's mace, had already reassembled its flesh and blood. It still had a cheerful, goofy smile on its face, seemingly holding no grudge. However, it did not hesitate to strike, splashing poisonous miasma on the giant. Layer upon layer of deadly poison piled up, and no matter how the giant tried to manipulate the magnetic field, it could no longer unleash its power.

This is like a fat green silkworm spinning silk without stopping, binding the giant spirit and restricting its movements.

The Red Demon finally recovered its damaged body under the lavish infusion of the evil god Bolbarga. Despite this severe injury, its arrogance and power only increased. Its murderous intent surged beyond madness, its passion was like fire, and its resolve was like ice. Its attacks were still desperate, but it no longer used self-destructive evil moves. Instead, it displayed extremely exquisite killing skills.

The Magnetic Giant, weakened by the poisonous miasma, was locked in a fierce battle with the Red-Skinned Demon, neither gaining the upper hand. The two colossal beings clashed like mountains collapsing and seas crashing, the earth rumbling like war drums, waves of earth surging like shifting walls, and the sounds of thunder, explosions, and metallic clangs creating a symphony like the mournful bellows of a herd of cattle. Had it not been for the barren surroundings, any living being that approached would have been instantly annihilated.

The most cunning pink-skinned demon still manipulates the monsters and demons in the network, fighting a bloody battle with another group of legendary players. It doesn't hesitate to personally join the fray, and no one can match it. They can only barely resist. Despite their numerical advantage, they are gradually rendered powerless by the demon's claws and evil curses.

Such arrogance drew curses from the bloodthirsty viewers of the online forum. Many veteran players who were watching the show were so angry that they frantically clicked on the Bloodbath entrance. They jumped into the teleportation channel and rushed to the front line at full speed, forming a huge force.

The Pink-Skinned Demon originally came to toy with these mortals for amusement in order to avoid the sharp edge of the Magnetic Giant Spirit, but now it has been slowed down by the endless stream of legends and has unknowingly become mired in the mud, unable to leave.

Legends in the online world, especially the veterans, have either gone far on the path of destiny or switched to legendary professions. Their strength is no less than that of ordinary god-like beings, and they are even more powerful than the naturally divine descendants of gods.

Even if ordinary legendary figures gather together, they can suppress the great demon and prevent it from being arrogant again.

"Brother Mage, can you see that? So many good brothers have stood up to help you out of this predicament. Wake up!"

The spellcasters on the edge of the battlefield had finally completed their long-prepared healing incantation. The Archdruid chanted it aloud, guiding the magnificent wild magic. With a flick of his finger, it transformed into a long pillar of cool moonlight, falling from the void and enveloping the Magnetic Giant.

The moonlight, like frost and water, gently washes away the unclean germs that feed on magnetic fields, turning them into a barrier to block the continuous flow of poisonous miasma.

The guardian spirit, which had been dragged down, was finally cured of its chronic illness. The magnetic field strength, which had been reduced, suddenly increased violently with the extremely high rotation speed it maintained. The dim lightning around it shone brightly, and the dense plasma flow dyed its whole body a crimson purple, like a terrifying star rushing to its death.

With a single blow, the red-skinned demon, who had been fighting back and forth, underwent a dramatic change in expression. He raised his heavy axe to block, but felt as if a million mountains were pressing down on him. Instantly, the muscles in his arms bulged to their limit and exploded like balloons. In the next instant, the axe handle snapped, and the mace pierced straight into the demon's body.

Can it withstand it? No, it can't!

The red-skinned demon's furious roar was shattered by a single blow, its lungs and chest bursting open, rendering it unable to utter another sound. The mace pressed it backward, causing it to fall onto the dense, steel-like rock, creating a hundred-mile-long spiderweb of cracks and sending dust billowing into the sky.

The giant spirit reversed the short mace and inserted it into the great demon's mangled body. A torrent of lightning cascaded down, and intricate dragon language runes manifested in the twisting current, expounding decrees of sealing, suppression, binding, and slumber. These magnetic field-formed incantations covered the great demon's entire body, and within a few breaths, the troublemaking evil creature was completely silenced.

Such a sudden change naturally aroused suspicion among the crowd. They couldn't understand why the giant spirit would suddenly use such a sophisticated rune enchanting ritual, displaying wisdom and intelligence beyond common sense.

"You've got the ability to easily suppress a great demon, why didn't you use it earlier? (Scratches head)"

"Could it be that the guardian deities somehow got super-evolved during the battle? (laughs)"

"Wait a minute, zoom in to see!"

"The monk has opened his eyes!"

Players who zoomed in on the camera during the live stream excitedly sent messages to remind everyone.

Sure enough, through the lightning and radiance, the mage who had been hovering in the chest of the guardian giant opened his eyes, returning from his meditative state.

No one knows what his intentions were, but no one doubts his motives.

The ever-smiling Green Demon suddenly stopped laughing. It was not afraid of the Guardian Giant's weapon, because it was immortal, but being sealed was definitely not a good thing.

The blue-skinned demon, who was most adept at intrigue and cunning and had secretly infiltrated the area, had disappeared without a trace. Judging from the mage's actions, whatever schemes it had devised, they had undoubtedly failed.

Lin Bo was in no hurry to make a move. He flew out gracefully and landed on the forehead of the sealed demon, raising his hand to press down on one of its sharp horns, as if sticking to a tower.

The struggles and writhing of the great demon within the seal were clearly audible to him.

At the same time, the guardian giant grabbed it from mid-air, pinning down the Green Pussy Demon and enveloping it with a magnetic field, preventing its escape.

A moment later, Lin Bo stood up, took a step, and instantly teleported in front of the Plague Demon.

"They're back!" The forum audience was greatly shocked.

This terrifying, almost supernatural, spatial teleportation technique has reappeared, bringing everyone a sense of security.

On the contrary, Porbalga was not happy at all; it was even furious.

The tide of war has turned. It's all happening right under our noses, yet we're powerless to change it.

The Green Demon was also sealed and suppressed. Under the protection of the Magnetic Giant, no matter how hard Bolbarga attacked with his whip, he could not stop Lin Bo from discovering his true name.

Having identified three of the four key aspects, Lin Bo turned his attention to the edge of the battlefield.

The pink-skinned demon, representing the evil of indulgence, is suppressing all directions. Even though he is bound by heavy chains, he is still elusive and seizes opportunities with every move. With a wave of his hand, he sends a legendary expert flying and severely injuring him.

Qingyin, the spearman of Yulong, still stood tall in front. His special ability allowed him to remain standing even when wounded. Despite being covered in numerous lacerations, his strength remained stable, and he became even stronger the closer he was to death.

The raven-feathered man, enhanced by the pink-skinned demon, relentlessly harassed him, using provocative words and treacherous schemes. It was now clear that he was at his last gasp. "Heh heh, your head and dragon heart will ultimately be mine to enjoy."

Qingyin didn't open his eyes to look at it, but stared at the pink-skinned demon. Suddenly, his face lit up with joy, and he murmured, "It's finally here."

The man with the raven feathers tensed up and quickly raised his hand to touch his neck, fearing that his head had been chopped off without his knowledge. Only after confirming that he was safe and sound did he turn around to look.

The once-arrogant Pink Demon was now lying on the ground. Although small in size, it was still nearly ten meters tall. A mage in a flowing cloak stepped on its neck with one foot, as if stepping on the seven inches of a snake's body, pinning the great demon firmly to the ground. No matter how much it struggled and resisted, it could not escape the fate of being sealed.

The demons and monsters who were reveling around them fell silent in fear.

Now, everyone can understand why the ancient saint was completely unconcerned about the four great demons and calmly meditated during the battle on the front lines.

Because when he truly makes his move, he can suppress it with a mere flick of his wrist.

"Run...run fast!" With this thought, the magic players, who had already broken free from the control effect, scattered like birds and beasts, attacking each other, just to escape faster than anyone else.

Lin Bo ignored them. Polbarga's attacks didn't stop either. In the Chaos Realm, demons were like bacteria in water or seeds in the fields—easily found. He hurled more and more demon puppets, but they couldn't harm the mages in the slightest; instead, he casually chopped down several players blocking his path.

People on online forums watched these futile efforts with glee.

"Alright, alright, this evil god's technique ends here! (Laughs)"

"It can't compete with the mage at all!"

Lin Bo learned the true name of the last evil manifestation, and at this moment, he was indeed only one step away from the true name of the Fallen Demonic Embryo.

He ended his brief meditation, looked around, and bowed to the reinforcements amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

"Thank you for your help."

"Lighthouse Keepers." The powerful beings who had endured countless hardships to be born in the infinite planes of the multiverse bowed their heads in respect before the Ancient Saint.

"Leave the rest to me. I entrust the protection of my army and comrades to you all. Take care, men."

Lin Bo gave his gentle instructions, but the void above his head was already enraged. Everything in the divine kingdom world—wind, earth, water, fire, thunder, rain, and snow—was permeated with divine punishment and the will of heaven. One after another, purple-black pillars of destructive light fell from the sky, bombarding this fragmented landmass in disorder, causing the planet's crust to disintegrate amidst wailing cries.

The demonic fetus was utterly enraged.

It commanded all things to transform into swords and blades to attack that ancient enemy, to obliterate his form and spirit.

The terrifying scenes of the apocalypse left countless people dazzled, their hearts trembling, their thoughts confused and disjointed, as if witnessing a profound nightmare. Even just watching the live broadcast was enough to make them break out in a cold sweat.

The group of legends accepted the mission and left. Looking back, they seemed to see the heavens and earth tilting towards the mage.

The wind-blown blades of energy blew in.

So Lin Bo softly recited the true name of the wind, and the powerful aura that could cut through gold and jade suddenly became as soft as wool, swirling around his fingertips.

The rain transformed into a sharp sword and fell.

So Lin Bo softly recited the true name of water, and the gentle rain, like oil, dripped onto his bosom.

The earth will crack open, transforming into the jaws of a giant dragon, tearing from below.

The monk then chanted the true name of the earth, calming the shattered landmass and restoring its stability.

He chanted the variant runes one by one, and Lin Bo's perception, through the resonance of the power of words, expanded and spread to all things in the world.

Before this, he had never tried to manage so many things at the same time.

The power of the incantation emanating from this name spread across the heavens and earth like moonlight.

Everything became an extension of Lin Bo's limbs, a tentacle of his gaze, and a servant of his beliefs.

Extend, extend, with the help of light, let perception fill the infinite chaos; with the help of wind, let perception penetrate every crevice. Reaching the highest heavens and the deepest hells.

Even though the Fallen Demonic Embryo possessed all things in the divine realm, they have now turned against it. The things it can control are now few and far between.

Lin Bo breathed softly, and all things surrounded the ancient sage, which was also gentle and peaceful.

The apocalyptic world around him has returned to stability, and he has once again brought order to the world.

The powerful being Polbarga, far away, could no longer command the demonic puppets to launch attacks.

He felt completely unfamiliar with this divine kingdom.

(End of this chapter)