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

Aislin suddenly felt trapped, unable to advance or retreat.

The eternally frozen coffin, formed by extracting about one-third of the negative energy from the abyss, unleashed an invisible domain effect the moment it was completed, involving the level of rules.

Even as a fifth-tier wizard, he was unable to solve this incredibly troublesome problem.

However, leaving directly to eliminate the few insects who knew about the source species and then returning to the Forest of Fireflies to report the situation was not feasible.

With the ambitions of the previous few seats, the undead source species would never have been his.

Aislin was extremely conflicted, but finally made a decision, transforming into a firefly and flying straight towards the eternally frozen coffin.

Without ambition, always worrying about this and that, and being timid and hesitant, how can one achieve great things?

Wizards must fight for the resources they need for their training!

Fireflies, in their self-destructive manner, continuously fell into that silent realm, creating ripples.

At the same time, the skeletal figure inside the ice coffin began to chant in a low voice, each syllable causing the surrounding temperature to plummet.

As the chanting began, a dark purple light spread out like ink dripping into clear water, quickly covering the entire abyss.

The bottom of the pit had turned black and muddy, with putrid bubbles constantly rising to the surface.

Nearly one-third of the total amount of negative energy disappeared out of thin air.

Countless pale, bony hands tore through the soil, and skeletons with ghostly blue soul flames burning in their eyes crawled out of the ground. The mud began to churn, and the highly decomposed corpses at the bottom of the pit seemed to gain consciousness, their eyes glowing green as they struggled to get up.

One after another, death knights clad in heavy armor and riding skeletal warhorses slowly took shape in the black mist. Accompanied by earth-shaking footsteps, bloated bodies stitched together from countless corpses roared and emerged from the pile of flesh and blood, their stench and viscous fluids overflowing, making people want to vomit.

In a very short time, a silent and massive undead army had already taken shape.

The fallen lich, transformed from Vomilan, possessed power surpassing even that of undead creatures, but lacked a 'carrier' to unleash devastating spells.

Its drawbacks and advantages are both obvious, and its role in war far exceeds that of individual duels.

These armies, though seemingly vast and powerful, have not undergone any significant transformation and cannot truly pose a threat to Aislin.

Conversely, Aislin also lacked the means to deal with the Eternal Frozen Coffin, leading to a stalemate...

...

On the other side, Gunnar and his group were in big trouble.

Lorne, however, is in even greater trouble.

"Uh... I don't think there's any irreconcilable conflict between us. With an external enemy at hand, as fellow wizards within the Black Tower, we should join hands to fight back..."

"Grab this kid for me."

"The lich has summoned an army of the undead. At this critical juncture of life and death, let's put aside our grudges for now, join forces to escape the abyss, and avoid losing another arm..."

"Kill him!" Gunnar roared furiously, his expression turning cold as he pressed his severed left arm.

The big man stood there stunned for a moment, then realized that what Lorne said made some sense. When disaster strikes, no matter what deep-seated hatred you have, you should put it aside for the time being and escape first before thinking about anything else.

But he dared not disobey his teacher, so even though skeletons were rising up all around him, he still rushed toward Lorne.

Despite his enormous size, the giant was incredibly fast, charging through the horde of skeletons.

"Kid, watch your step next time!"

A heavy punch covered in tiny, snake-like scales came hurtling in.

"Don't you care about your teacher anymore?" Lorne reminded him as he backed away.

They saw a dense mass of skeletons surrounding Gunnar and Penny.

With his magic and bloodline power sealed, Gunnar has lost his key abilities as a bloodline wizard. Coupled with his severed arm, dealing with the endless tide of skeletons will not be easy.

Most importantly, he did not practice any atmospheric destructive spells during his apprenticeship. Instead, he focused on tempering his body, and the improvement of his mental strength was just a formality.

This has led to the fact that they can only rely on their strong physical abilities to fight against the skeletons.

Just when the two were about to get into trouble, Penny, who was usually inconspicuous and somewhat dull, stepped forward timidly.

"A rain of frost-covered arrows!"

Pale blue spell patterns spread out, and chaotic ice-attribute energy particles in the air unstablely converged towards her.

The entire spellcasting process lasted a difficult few seconds, during which snowflakes suddenly froze in the air and then frantically converged on top of the skeletons.

Dozens of translucent arrows, shrouded in a chilling white aura, materialized, and Penny pointed forward with a wave of her arm.

Hiss hiss hiss hiss—!

A chilling whistling sound pierced the air as frigid arrows tore through the air, creating a rain of death that poured down upon the horde of skeletons.

The white bones were instantly pierced, and the ice arrow, still powerful after penetrating the body, froze the bone fragments to the ground.

Although it is a level two spell, it already has the basic scale of a level three spell.

But the key point is that Penny is only a first-level apprentice!

Lorne felt as if he were witnessing the rise of another genius star, and the words of the girl with the ahoge (cowlick) echoed in his ears: "The apprenticeship is the final stage of accumulation."

Is this what accumulation is? Using the mental strength of a first-level apprentice to unleash a second-level spell, reaching the third level...

Despite being bombarded by Penny's frost-covered arrows, Gunnar managed to carve out a path with just one arm, glancing occasionally at the cliff illuminated by fireflies as he advanced.

He clearly realized that he had to get out of the pit as soon as possible, as the number of undead creatures would only increase, and it would become even more troublesome if he accidentally provoked a death knight or an abomination made of corpses.

"Kid, trying to distract me." The big man glanced back at Gunnar, and after confirming that his teacher was not in danger, he continued to pester him.

His broad, bucket-like arm swept across, smashing nearby skeletons to pieces before heading straight for Lorne.

Lorne, taking advantage of his agility, weaved through the gaps between the skeletons, leaping into the air to dodge the brute force of the giant.

In terms of physique and strength alone, the big man should be several points ahead of him... Lorne retreated while observing the big man's performance when facing the skeleton, and made his estimation.

Wizards are not just physically weak individuals who only keep their distance when casting spells; they also have ways to cultivate their bodies, although most people do not choose that path.

As Gunnar mentioned, once one cultivates the ability to "carry things," the physical body ceases to be of any use and can be discarded at any time.

Therefore, it is extremely foolish to train one's body during the apprenticeship period; it is simply a waste of the golden accumulation stage.

Lorne didn't understand at first. He thought that a wizard who focused on magic would be doomed if he was approached by a knight or a body-refining wizard.

After being tortured by Hyman and witnessing Aislin's terrifying strength and ability to transform into fireflies at will, he became somewhat aware of it.

Perhaps there's something wrong with the path I've taken!