Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

The giant net of rules descended, and the white-haired man tried to escape, but under the suppression of the world's rules, he had nowhere to run.

His stigmata were compressed to the surface of his body, pitifully reduced to just a thin shell.

He continuously draws energy from his shell to sustain himself, but the rate at which he draws energy is getting slower and slower.

The Sacred Mark Domain cannot absorb the power of ice in this world; its energy diminishes with every use.

The pressure from the rules network is getting stronger and stronger, and its shell is getting thinner, like a whetstone being sharpened.

At this rate, in less than the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, his Saint Mark Domain will be completely suppressed, and he himself will become meat on the chopping block.

We can't afford to waste any more time!

The white-haired man no longer hesitated and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

The power of ice surged from his body, condensing into a thick layer of ice armor on his skin.

This wasn't the end. The power of ice continued to intensify, and the ice armor grew thicker and thicker, from half a meter to one meter, and from one meter to two meters.

Soon, the ice armor turned into a lump of ice.

The white-haired man had sealed himself inside the ice, like an insect encased in amber.

The ice was transparent, and you could see his face. His eyes were closed, his brows were furrowed, and his lips were pressed into a thin line.

He was waiting, waiting for his two old buddies outside to come and rescue him. They had worked together for over a hundred years, and his two old buddies wouldn't abandon him.

Moreover, he was confident that this kid was in the academy, so how could he be allowed to run away?

That skeleton spire doesn't need to exist anymore; it might as well just disband.

Shame!

He made the right bet. Just as the ice armor solidified, the giant net of rules descended from the sky and landed on his head.

The giant net relentlessly eroded the ice lumps, attempting to assimilate them.

But this ice lump can be said to be the ultimate compression of the white-haired man's holy mark power. It was created by him completely giving up resistance and letting others manipulate him. How could it be so easily assimilated?

The ice lumps melted very slowly, greatly delaying the white-haired man's defeat.

Lynn sensed the situation within the domain and felt somewhat regretful. If they were outside the academy, he could have obtained a Saint-level "trophy" today.

As expected, Wanxiang is very powerful; it can even acquire veteran Stigmata.

The fighting outside continues.

The gaunt old man's expression changed when he realized that Han Bing had lost contact.

He had worked with the white-haired man for over a century, and he knew the man's strength very well. Even if he couldn't beat him, he wouldn't be so weak that he wouldn't even have time to call for help.

There's a serious problem with this Stigmata domain!

But he no longer had time to consider these things. Now that the white-haired man had gone missing, the situation on the scene had become 2v2.

Lynn attacked while Wanxiang defended; the two worked together seamlessly, just like the two hands of one person.

The woman also realized that if things continued like this, she would only end up losing.

"His domain is too strange, I'll hold it off for now, you quickly call for help." Her voice was urgent.

As she finished speaking, a black shadow spread rapidly from her domain, obscuring the sky and blocking all attacks and spying.

Without hesitation, the gaunt old man took out a black token from his pocket and crushed it.

This token can summon the Holy Marksmen within the academy, and support will arrive soon.

The moment the token was crushed, a beam of silvery-white light shot out from the experimental area and landed behind Lynn.

The light solidified into a human form—a woman dressed in a silver-white robe, with a silver mask covering her face, revealing only her eyes.

Those eyes were silver, with a unique ethereal quality that could pierce straight into one's heart.

Marfa, the Soul Weaver.

When Lynn saw that it was Marfa, a hint of fear flashed in his eyes.

is her? !

This woman was a mountain that had been weighing on his heart for a long time, and he had been worried about being attacked by her.

Marfa glanced at the battlefield, then at Lynn, her pupils suddenly contracting.

Lynn?!

Although they had only met a few times, she had paid a lot of attention to this guy before.

Lynn, Gregor's student, the apprentice Morpheus was hunting down.

Well... she also sent her apprentices to hunt them down, but the apprentices later disappeared. Morpheus only found some remains, supposedly from an attack by the undead race.

But... how could Lynn be a Stigmata?

He didn't seem to have been in the Third Ring Road area for more than a few years, right? How could it be so fast?!

This isn't wizarding!

Marfa thought Lynn would struggle in the third ring for a long time, but he didn't expect that Lynn had already advanced to the Saint Mark.

Moreover, these were not ordinary Stigmata; they were newly developed Stigmata capable of fighting on par with Fear and Shadow. This terrifying rate of growth sent chills down her spine.

If she knew that the white-haired man had been captured by Lynn, she would probably be even more terrified.

The gaunt old man noticed Marfa's unusual behavior and spoke up. "What? You know him?"

Marfa nodded.

"He's a wizard from the academy, his tutor is Gregor, and a few years ago he was only a third-ring wizard. How could he have advanced so quickly? There's definitely something fishy going on!"

The gaunt old man nodded.

"We also received a notification from the academy that a wizard suspected of being possessed by an indigenous person had infiltrated the academy, and we were asked to take him down. Now it seems that we can be pretty sure."

"How could an ordinary newly promoted Saint Mark be so powerful? This kid is definitely not right."

"Moreover, there is a puppet in his domain that looks exactly like him. I suspect that is the original Lynn Wizard, who was transformed into a primordial puppet by the natives, which is why he can disguise himself so convincingly."

"However... that puppet is also a Saint Mark, and it is extremely powerful as well, which is really puzzling."

Marfa didn't care about any of that.

All she wanted to know right now was whether Lynn had been possessed.

After all, he had arranged for someone to attack him before, and although the man might not know it, he was still a huge potential threat.

If he has been possessed, then this is a good opportunity to get rid of him and end it all.

If he hasn't been possessed, then we're in trouble. We must seize this opportunity to get rid of him today!

A genius who climbed from the Third Ring Road to the Holy Mark in just a few years, what if he finds out the truth about what happened back then? Wouldn't he explode?

With this thought in mind, Marfa raised her right hand, and a silvery-white light shot out from her palm, piercing straight for Lynn's brow.

This is a soul piercing; the soul of the victim will be pierced, leaving them either dead or crippled.

She didn't intend to test the waters; instead, she went straight for the kill.

The gaunt old man and the woman did not stop them.

They also needed to confirm whether Lynn had been possessed. It didn't matter if they went a little harder, since the body of a Saint-level wizard had already been normalized and his recovery ability was extremely strong.

Battle is imminent.

A silvery-white light pierced Lynn's brow, the withered old man's fearful tentacles wrapped around Lynn's limbs, and the woman's shadowy chains emerged from the ground and bound his ankles.

Three attacks arrived simultaneously, and Lynn's body was locked in place.

Despite the attack from the three holy marks, Lynn did not surrender. Grayish-white mist rushed out from the domain and condensed into a wall in front of him, blocking Marfa's silvery-white light.

The soul piercing attack landed on the wall but was firmly blocked, having no effect whatsoever.

The withered old man's fearful tentacles burrowed into Lynn's skin, attempting to dismantle his will to resist from within.

The chains of rules within Lynn's body trembled, and the tentacles were shattered instantly.

The woman's shadowy chains spread out, trying to entangle Lynn's legs, but Lynn's figure flashed and he disappeared from the spot.

Just as the three were locked in fierce combat, a golden light shot out from the direction of the bone repository, clearly belonging to the big shot guarding the "Scripture Pavilion".

Another beam of blue light shone from the direction of the War Affairs Department, which was also the stabilizing force responsible for guarding the War Affairs Department.

Two more Stigmata have joined the battlefield!

Moreover... the power contained within the golden light was actually the Five Rings of the Holy Mark!