Clinging to the Witcher world to become a god of martial arts

A vast expanse of vitality unfolded, supporting a space amidst an overwhelming concentration of negative energy. Fireflies pierced the darkness, faintly illuminating everyone around them.

A glimpse of the scene at the bottom of the pit came into view.

The piled-up corpses were like a tide, congealed in a dark red liquid.

The fireflies briefly suspended everyone in mid-air, preventing them from falling into the blurry, rotting mass of flesh and blood.

"Ugh!" Penny covered her mouth with her hand and dry heaved repeatedly amidst the pungent smell.

Lorne's mental fortitude was stronger; he simply looked away with discomfort.

"Tell me, which direction?"

Aislin's body was like a flowing firefly, revealing only his young face.

"Right in the center of the abyss..." Gunnar, severely injured, drank several bottles of recovery potions in one gulp. Although he was very unwilling, he had no choice but to point out the direction.

"Excellent!" A look of excitement flashed across Aislin's face.

The next second, surrounded by fireflies, the group flew straight towards the center of the abyss.

"What is the specific situation of the Fallen Lich?" Aislin was under considerable pressure in the face of such a large amount of negative energy emanating from the abyss.

Moreover, this place was once the main battlefield between the two forces, although it is estimated that more than 90 percent of the wizards were instantly turned to ashes under the firepower of advanced spells.

Not even a complete body was left on this land, but the lingering remnants of the dead are a big problem.

In particular, most formal wizards have a high level of spiritual strength, and the remnant souls they transform into possess a certain amount of soul energy.

In such a uniquely advantageous environment, dealing with the lich is no easy task.

"Lord Aislin, with your rank of a fifth-tier wizard, dealing with a mere lich would be a piece of cake."

In the dim light, Gunnar said obsequiously with a sheepish expression, a hint of malice in his eyes that was hard to notice in the dim environment.

"Heh!" Aislin snorted coldly, staring intently ahead, not daring to relax for a moment.

A fifth-tier wizard? Lorne was still reeling from what Gunnar had said, his mind still wandering.

As we all know, once an apprentice's spiritual power is transformed into magic power, they are considered to have officially entered the world of wizards. Formal wizards are divided into five ranks, with the fifth rank being the highest. Above that is the condensation of holy marks, becoming a holy mark wizard.

Reaching that stage means one can no longer be considered human; it represents the pinnacle of individual strength that Lorne has witnessed to date.

Unexpectedly, Aislin was actually a fifth-tier wizard, one of the very top wizards in the Firefly Forest.

What is it that makes these kinds of people so passionate, even willing to take risks?

"Origin..." Lorne muttered to himself, deep in thought.

Could there be some kind of relationship between the Origin Seed and the Condensed Holy Mark?

Apart from this, it is difficult to justify Aislin's behavior, which is inconsistent with his status and position.

Lorne only hoped that Aislin would fight the fallen lich to a standstill, causing chaos, so that he could take the opportunity to slip away.

In this situation, preserving one's life is the most important thing.

After the stream of fireflies traveled a distance further, it transformed into a vortex and stopped in place.

"This is it!" Gunnar pointed to the thick black fog ahead.

The fireflies gradually took shape, and Aislin's entire body was revealed.

He stood suspended in mid-air, his eyes gleaming, staring intently at a certain spot in the black mist.

The scene immediately fell silent.

"Huff... huff..." Listening quietly, one can hear a low and short breath.

Lorne's hair stood on end, and he dared not move an inch.

Meanwhile, Gunnar, supported by the burly man, trembled violently. His eyes gleamed, and his face was filled with anticipation.

Countless wisps of black mist surged towards Aislin, and even the composed Aislin couldn't help but sigh, "A terrifying aura of the undead..."

"You've blocked my senses, let's see what kind of thing you are!" Aislin clicked his tongue and said.

An immense vitality erupted from every part of his body, pushing the swirling black mist outwards with overwhelming force.

"laugh!"

A sound like water and fire clashing and steaming arose.

A massive amount of negative energy and necromantic power collided head-on with the life-giving magic!

Life and death are intertwined, locked in a stalemate.

The people who were being held up in the air by the fireflies suddenly felt a downward weightlessness.

Lorne reacted quickly, taking a step in the air and landing steadily. The big man and Gunnar chose to take the hit directly with their bodies, but the petite Penny was not so lucky.

Before she could react, she plunged headfirst into a pile of bones.

"Ahhhhh."

Penny screamed with all her might, her previous gentle demeanor completely gone.

Aislin, who was standing above everyone, transformed into a firefly at an extremely fast speed and disappeared into the black mist.

Almost simultaneously, Lorne didn't help Penny up; instead, he turned and ran away, leaving the clearing made of bones illuminated by fireflies, his figure disappearing into the darkness.

The situation with Penny briefly drew the attention of Gunnar and the big man, but after a moment, they stopped paying attention.

"Where's that bastard?" Gunnar asked the big man while coughing.

"Huh?" The big man looked around, and suddenly the figure disappeared.

"They were just next to me..."

"Go and capture him alive! I will make him pay the price!" Gunnar was clearly furious, blaming Lorne for all the torture he suffered at the hands of Aislin on the ground.

"My bloodline power and magic have been sealed by Aislin, preventing me from activating my dragon form. My good disciple, you're the one to capture that brat!"

Gunnar pressed one hand on the big man's shoulder, his anger surging.

"Teacher..." The big man looked left and right, but couldn't see Lorne anywhere. The negative energy around him was so strong that he didn't dare to wander off.

In the end, the master and apprentice could only stare at each other helplessly, with no way to resolve the situation.

Lorne was hiding in the shadows about seven or eight meters away from the group, easily overhearing the entire conversation between the master and his apprentice.

Aislin was clearly no longer concerned about their lives; instead, he was focused on dealing with the large creature in the black mist.

Of the remaining few, Gunnar, who had been so thoroughly betrayed by him, would surely seek revenge.

So Lorne wisely hid himself first.

He considered escaping, but rash action would only lead to danger.

He didn't know much about the abyss and wasn't clear about the general situation. Since he was surrounded by darkness, he could only hide and observe for the time being.

It's not too late to wait until the specific situation within the black fog becomes clear before making a decision to evacuate.

A few minutes after Aislin transformed into a firefly and disappeared into the black mist, the non-physical black mist suddenly began to fluctuate violently, and a faint fluorescent green light began to appear.

The next second, Aislin burst into uncontrollable laughter from within the black mist, overjoyed.

"A necromantic source species?!..."