Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 208 Dark Thunder Domain

"Stop! You are clearly the supreme being, yet you willingly become a pawn, participating in the battles between those of lower status!"

A giant eyeball blocks the way in front of Tai'an, its boundless grandeur and vastness resembling the embodiment of the world's will.

The enormous eye of the storm formed by the demonic sword vanished instantly.

The boundless night sky was left with only darkness and deathly silence.

"You've intruded into my world! You will be eternally banished..."

"Making a big fuss!"

The adamantine armor emitted a dazzling crimson-gold light, and as it met the evil gaze in the darkness, the force fields that converged subtly distorted.

The void prison realm is modeled after outer space. The concept of speed is meaningless here. The only way to escape is to abandon the physical body.

The so-called eternal exile is not wishful thinking!

The golden beam of light accelerated at full speed, but showed no sign of approaching the new coordinates given by the Phoenix Guardian. Beneath its feet, as it attempted to fall, lay an endless abyss of darkness.

Tai'an stopped all movement and stood silently in the void.

Since speed was useless, he had no choice but to rely on strength. He raised the demonic sword above his head, and a large amount of demonic energy gathered in his body. Using Dark Judgment as the medium for transmission and transformation, he unleashed it as powerfully as possible.

In an instant, the destructive power grid intertwined in the void, and dark lightning collided haphazardly.

The folded space was like a torn sheet of paper, and the all-encompassing darkness broke open, allowing Tai'an to smell the outside world.

Not enough, not enough...

He further attempted to activate the demonic sword, and the vortex of negative energy gathered grew larger and larger, swirling air currents from the ground to connect with the eye of the storm in the sky.

Dark Thunder Domain!

The two forces were completely combined, taking it a step further.

Endless lightning struck, instantly shattering the void cage into countless pieces, leaving it riddled with holes and beginning to crumble. Conversely, a terrifying dark lightning tornado took complete shape.

It is far more terrifying than natural disasters.

He stood in the quiet center. Wherever the sword pointed, dense bolts of destructive lightning fell.

Manipulating the storm to move slowly. Trees and sand flew into the air wherever it passed. The Dark Thunder Tornado grew increasingly powerful, its speed visible to the naked eye.

The definition of a divine artifact is that it possesses power comparable to that of a spellcaster in a holy realm, and the release of forbidden spells is the most direct evaluation standard.

Taian must be thankful; without the help of the Dark Judgment and the Adamantine Armor, he would never have been able to escape so easily.

As everyone knows, the most dangerous and bizarre attack method of the Evil Eye is its gaze. Its various strange effects are virtually impossible to defend against. Common effects include distortion, withering, petrification, burning, freezing, curses, and illusions. Their eyes are not only a sense, but also a weapon.

As a master of all arts, who knows how many tricks the Eye Demon Lord has up his sleeve?

However, the adamantine armor completely blocked everything. Most of the Eye Lord's eye techniques were useless. He was left with only two paths: to personally intervene or to admit defeat.

Although absolutely confident in his combat abilities, Mozank did not intend to use his true form to engage in battle. Why gamble with insignificant cannon fodder, whose losses would not elicit any emotional response?

The opponent is clearly skilled in close combat, and his performance even surpasses that of the strongest god-like being in the past, Hercules. If this is further refined, there is a certain risk of mutual destruction.

Throughout His long lifespan, He has faced numerous instances of newly powerful figures rising to prominence. Only by accepting this with equanimity can He avoid conflict.

Those in positions of power value harmony above all else.

Meaningless fighting will never produce a winner.

Mozambique has witnessed the fall of countless warmongers and deeply agrees with this sentiment.

"You have won, human! From now on, I will not invade your country."

The long night will eventually come to an end.

Rays of sunlight pierced the darkness, heralding the arrival of dawn.

The terrifying dark lightning tornado dealt a heavy blow to the demon army. Then, led by powerful humans, they launched a counterattack.

The elite of the Academy Expeditionary Force joined the battle, and the Imperial Guard Knights mobilized their remaining seven thousand men! Troops from all camps gathered.

What should have been a difficult battle became surprisingly smooth thanks to the disappearance of the demon general. The human army advanced with unstoppable momentum, continuously defeating the demon legion.

"Marshal! Something's not right! Could these demons be trying to use the grunts to weaken our high command?" the adjutant asked during a short rest.

De Yulan tilted his head back and gulped water down his parched throat. Large patches of skin peeled off his face, making him look utterly miserable: "No."

Why?

"Their lord has surrendered and chosen to withdraw his troops! The war will soon be over..."

News of the god-like figure is no longer a secret. He single-handedly reversed the tide of defeat, unleashing a terrifying storm akin to a natural disaster. Rumor has it that he fought the Abyss Lord, severing one of his arms and forcing him to flee.

De Yulan did not stop the rumors that boosted morale; in fact, he secretly fueled them.

The current chaos extends far beyond the immediate demonic invasion. The surrounding foreign tribes and the revolutionary army within the kingdom itself pose further threats.

The presence of a supreme expert on the surface is more significant than that of a million elite troops.

After the war, casualty statistics were compiled.

Nearly half of the camps were lost. Perhaps the actual casualties were not that great, as most people escaped in the chaos.

However, the result will inevitably prompt those in positions of power to reflect.

The bloated army consumed massive amounts of resources but never played a decisive role.

The victory was won by a small number of strong individuals.

The unity and sacrifice of the weak can only accomplish some meaningless finishing touches.

From a racial supremacist perspective, all resources should be concentrated at the top.

De Yulan vaguely foresaw the coming era when armies would completely disappear from the historical stage, and countries would at most maintain a certain number of daily security forces.

Disputes between nations are often decided by the victors of a few powerful nations.

"Young Master is back!"

Mussofi, peering through the cave entrance, spotted Tai'an's figure bathed in the morning sun.

Upon hearing the news, the crowd came out to greet them.

Taiya, acting as the representative, was the first to ask, "Xiao An, how's the situation now? Should we move...?"

"We won!" Tai'an yawned and said the three words lightly.

After a moment of silence, the crowd erupted in enthusiastic cheers. There couldn't be better news.

Tai'an glanced around at the faces. Good, everyone was there, and no one was injured.

The presence of Taeya, a burden and a liability, is not entirely detrimental; she can serve as a vital asset that unites everyone.

"How much longer until we can get back?"

Aglaia misses her mother and sister terribly.

"I don't know!" Tai'an paced back and forth, hand on his hip, gazing at the rising sun. "Perhaps soon..."

I had a simple breakfast of some toast and two fried bird eggs.

Tai'an crawled into bed contentedly and slept soundly for most of the day.

It had been a long time since he had fought such an intense battle! Endless enemies, impossible to kill or annihilate. Even in his dreams, he felt as if he were battling demons.

(End of this chapter)