Wizard: Starts with Advanced Meditation

In the sky, the formal wizard's eyes suddenly sharpened. He slowly raised his arms forward, folding his hands together in front of him, with a faint light flowing between them.

The next moment, an ancient staff engraved with intricate magical runes appeared out of thin air and was firmly grasped by his hands.

The staff was shrouded in a light mist, as if wrapped in a veil. Strangely, its top was not a common crystal or gemstone, but two intertwined black branches, with a swirling black mist "confined" between them.

The black mist seemed to be alive, constantly expanding and contracting, exhaling and exhaling, exuding an indescribable eerie aura.

The wizard's gaze lingered briefly on the black mist before he uttered an obscure incantation.

As he uttered various spells, the magic surrounding him began to boil, churning and surging.

As the last syllable of the incantation fell, all the surging magic suddenly converged in front of him, instantly transforming into a dense, inky dark element.

These elements intertwined and swirled in front of him, gradually coalescing into a large, pitch-black elemental sphere. Even the surrounding light seemed to be absorbed by this dark elemental sphere, becoming somewhat dim.

He plunged his staff into the elemental sphere, injecting something into it. In an instant, the pitch-black elemental sphere churned violently, transforming from the inside out into a dense black mist.

The black mist completely dissipated, slowly gathering and rising in front of him, eventually condensing into a blurry phantom of a shadowy behemoth.

Although its outline was still shrouded in a flowing black mist, the bulging, ferocious fangs and twisted, hook-like claws in its mouth were already faintly emerging in the mist.

The oppressive aura emanating from him was almost tangible, causing people to feel inexplicably uneasy.

As for the Frostskin Dwarves inside the city walls, they remained holed up inside the city, seemingly unwilling to go to war.

They sensed the wizard in mid-air preparing to break through their protective barrier, and a mocking smile appeared on their faces.

The formal wizard in mid-air focused his mental energy, and with a flash of light at his fingertips, he quickly marked a point on the energy shield in front of him. This was the "weakest" spot in the energy shield that he perceived.

The next moment, he slowly opened his mouth and recited in Esso:

"The Void Breath of the Night Howling Wolf."

As soon as the words were spoken, the blurry, shadowy behemoth slowly opened its abyssal maw filled with fangs, and the next moment, a gray-black stream of air carrying an inexplicable chill surged out like a tide.

The airflow gradually contracted into a column, concentrating and shooting towards the energy shield. Wherever it passed, even light was swallowed up, leaving only a desolate emptiness.

The expected muffled roar did not occur the moment the airflow collided with the light shield. The airflow seemed to swallow even sound, silently intertwining with the light shield, the two energies colliding continuously.

When the gray-black aura finally dissipated, the spot on the light shield marked by the wizard was completely intact.

The pale blue sheen on it was no different from the surrounding area. Only the runes attached to it seemed to have had a little energy absorbed by the airflow. Upon closer inspection, they appeared to be a bit dimmer than before, as if covered by a thin veil.

"What?!"

Seeing that his attack had no effect, the wizard's pupils suddenly contracted, and his hand holding the staff paused almost imperceptibly.

He knew all too well the power of that ethereal breath. Although its power wasn't top-tier among first-level sorcery, it possessed a unique devouring effect.

Even the highest-level defensive magic wouldn't dare to take his attack head-on, let alone this time after it was enhanced by his staff.

"Ha, how laughable. This rune array is a relic left by our Elstein family ancestors. It's a pity that this spell isn't strong enough, otherwise it could have triggered the 'reflection' mechanism."

The burly Pili stood at the rear of the army, looking at the furious wizard in the air and speaking mockingly.

At the same time, the wizard in the air stared intently at the light barrier in front of him and said:

"interesting--"

"Alanther, if you can't do it, let me do it." A wizard whose feet were covered in wind element stepped forward and said. This wizard didn't mean to mock Alanther, he just didn't want to delay the battle.

"Heh, no need." Alanser's voice was low, with a hint of coldness at the end.

He slowly straightened up, the hem of his black robe swaying gently with the movement. His previously tense shoulders gradually relaxed, but his eyes, hidden in the shadow of his hood, were even sharper than before.

He raised his hand and pointed at the dark phantom of the Night Howling Wolf, a wisp of deep purple light swirling around his fingertip:

"It seems we need to find a different approach to make them understand what true 'nothingness' really means."

The Night Howling Wolf, seeing the faint black light flickering at Alanther's fingertips, seemed to sense a threat. It let out a low growl, and the black mist around it began to surge, making it appear extremely agitated.

Alanther merely curled the corners of his lips slightly, and the wisp of black light at his fingertips suddenly surged, drawing a suction force toward the phantom of the Night Howling Wolf.

"Aww—"

Knowing its fate, the Night Howling Wolf let out a low howl and instantly dispersed into a pool of black mist. The black mist surged toward Alanther's fingertips, which were glowing with black light, and quickly contracted and condensed, eventually transforming back into a pure black sphere.

This black sphere was smaller than the previous one, but the dark elements within it were more concentrated. Alanther's fingertips twitched slightly, and the black sphere floated under his mental control. A flash of black light appeared in his eyes, and he uttered a low growl:

"Dark Piercing"

The moment the low shout fell, the black sphere suddenly contracted and then bulged outward, eventually transforming into a pure black beam of light as thick as a washbasin.

The surface of the beam of light was shrouded in a dark, electric glow, and wherever it passed, the light was swallowed up, just like the previous airflow.

This attack, however, was no longer a silent void but carried a sharp aura that could pierce through all defenses, like a scathing spear from the abyss, fiercely stabbing towards the light shield below.

"Bang—!!!"

A deafening roar erupted, and the moment the beam of light collided with the light shield, the surface of the shield burst forth with an extremely dazzling blue light, so bright that the apprentices below instinctively squinted.

The dark beams of light kept striking, and the area where the light shield was hit dented violently, forming a deep arc, as if it would shatter completely at any moment.

Just when everyone thought the attack would have some impact on the light shield, countless fine magical patterns flashed wildly on the surface of the light shield, as if they had come to life, and tried to spread upwards along the light pillar, as if they wanted to envelop it.

The icy blue patterns successfully climbed up the dark pillar of light. The terrifying energy of the dark pillar of light did not dispel them, and the patterns gradually covered the entire pillar of light.

Although Alanther sensed something was wrong, he continued to pour magic into the dark pillar of light, further increasing its power.