Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

Chapter 107 Shadow Weaving Demon

Thanks to the activity of that "mysterious cleaner," the sixth cleaning team's progress far exceeded expectations.

Three days later, the team had cleared the entire western area of ​​Ironspine Canyon, destroyed the seven small demon nests they had found along the way, and reached the western edge of the mission area.

Ahead lay a fractured zone shrouded in thick black fog, from which one could vaguely sense unsettling fluctuations.

That was the core war zone under the jurisdiction of formal wizards, an area that apprentices could no longer venture into.

"Rest for two hours, then turn north and head towards the headquarters of the Seventh War Zone in the east."

Kelham gave the order, his scarred face revealing little emotion, but his eyes held a hint of seriousness.

"The northbound route will pass through the mission areas of the fifth and fourth cleaning teams. You may encounter monsters they missed, or other troubles along the way, so stay alert."

Two hours later, the team set off.

Leaving the familiar western area, the environment became even more eerie.

The rock strata gradually changed from dark gray to a sickly purplish-brown, and the pervasive sulfur smell in the air was replaced by a sweet, putrid stench.

The light emitted by the fluorescent moss also turned into an unsettling, eerie green.

The monsters encountered along the way began to become unfamiliar and distorted.

On the way, they encountered a monster called "Pus-Spore Beast," which resembled an enlarged rotten mushroom with a cap diameter of over three meters and a surface covered with holes oozing yellow-green pus.

Once any living creature approaches, it will spray out a highly corrosive and mentally polluting pus that can quickly grow into a small fungal beast after landing, making it extremely difficult to eradicate completely.

There is another type of bone-sounding worm, which is five meters long and its entire body is made up of segments of pale bones. It has no eyes, and its head is only a huge mouth covered with spiral teeth.

They are extremely adept at burrowing and launching surprise attacks, and their bones are exceptionally hard, making them difficult to harm with ordinary witchcraft.

Gradually, the monsters became increasingly bizarre and unpredictable.

When they encountered a monster called the "Multifaceted Phantom Demon," casualties began to occur.

This is a bizarre creature that is half physical and half energy, resembling a constantly changing cloud of colorful mist, from which various distorted human faces emerge.

A crying baby, a grinning old man, a desperate young girl—each face can unleash a different kind of psychological attack, seduction, fear, and chaos, making it impossible to defend against.

The team had to slow down and be cautious. Although the number of casualties had decreased, the mental fatigue and depression were increasing day by day.

On the evening of the fourth day, the team entered an area filled with huge spiderweb-like rock pillars.

The rock pillars are dark purple with a smooth, mirror-like surface that reflects the glow of dark green moss, creating a bizarre and surreal space.

"Stop!" Kelham suddenly shouted, raising his hand to stop the group from advancing.

He stared intently at the shadow of a rock pillar in front of him, the muscles beneath his scars twitching slightly.

"Be on guard! It's the Shadow Weaver!"

Before the words were even finished, the shadow came to life.

Like ink dripping into clear water, a slender, elegant yet endlessly eerie figure slowly "stood up" from the shadows.

It is about two meters tall, humanoid in shape, but woven from pure shadows and dark purple energy threads. It has no facial features, only a smooth, mirror-like "face" that reflects the terrified apprentices around it.

Its arms hung down to its knees, and instead of hands, they ended in ten constantly writhing, shimmering shadowy threads.

Shadowweaver: A special familiar born from the corruption of abyssal power. It is not a simple subterranean monster, but a bizarre existence that is closer to a "creation of rules".

It can manipulate shadows and weave illusions. The shadow threads are extremely sharp and have a soul-corroding property, making them very difficult to deal with.

"hiss--"

The Shadow Weaver let out a silent shriek, but everyone felt as if their souls had been pricked by a needle.

The next moment, it moved.

Instead of running, it was as if the scene had switched, appearing directly from the shadow of one rock pillar to the base of another, less than thirty meters away from the group!

"Spread out! Don't get tangled in its threads!"

Kalem roared, his hands rapidly forming hand seals, and the blazing white flame spear condensed once more, but even more solid and dazzling than before.

Rhodes's crimson dice spun wildly, and six faces of agony wailed simultaneously, as pale red mist of pain surged toward the Shadowweaver like a tide.

Kelly unleashed both staffs, weaving a net of lightning and purifying light in an attempt to restrict its movements.

However, the Shadowweaver merely turned slightly to the side, its smooth face "looking" at Rhodes.

Rod grunted, and the die in his hand suddenly stopped, the cracks on its surface deepening.

A fleeting look of confusion and pain crossed his eyes, and the mist he released dissipated almost entirely.

At the same time, Ying Zhiyao raised her arms slightly.

Ten shadowy threads shot out silently, not in a straight line, but strangely bending and intertwining in the air, instantly transforming into a giant net covering a radius of thirty meters, which descended upon the apprentices at the front!

"Get out of the way!"

One apprentice screamed and rolled backward, while another braced himself against the force field wall.

Hiss hiss hiss!

The shadow threads touched the force field wall and were easily sliced ​​apart like a hot knife through butter, continuing to fall.

"Burning Ray!" Ian, in the middle of the group, fired a condensed orange-red ray, which accurately struck the middle of a thread.

The thread paused slightly, a small notch was burned into it, but it did not break; it simply changed direction.

But this momentary disruption allowed the two apprentices to escape the net in a sorry state.

The Shadowweaver seemed to "notice" Ian, turning its smooth face toward him.

Ian instantly felt a cold, viscous will trying to invade his mind, and countless whispered words echoed in his ears.

The "Soul Devouring" rune in his mind rippled slightly, easily dissolving the erosion.

On the surface, however, he pretended to turn pale and retreated.

"Focus fire! Attack its core, that dark purple spot of light on its chest!" Calem, with his extensive experience, saw the key.

The flaming spear pierced through the air!

The Shadowweaver flickered, attempting to blend into the shadows, but Kelly's purifying light had already enveloped the area, dispelling the shadows and causing it to appear a beat too late.

boom!

The flaming spear struck its chest, and dark purple light flashed violently. The Shadowweaver let out a sharp screech, and its form blurred for a moment.

"Now!" Rhodes' eyes were bleeding, but he suppressed the backlash and threw the dice again, which landed on "Despair".

A thick, grayish-black mist enveloped the Shadowweaver, making its movements sluggish and stiff.

The other apprentices also reacted, and various attacks rained down, although most of them were blocked or deflected by the shadow threads.

But the continuous and intense attacks eventually caused the dark purple spot on its chest to gradually fade.

The Shadowweaver seemed enraged. It stopped dodging and began wildly swinging its arms, its shadow threads transforming into countless deadly whip shadows that lashed out in all directions.

"Ah!" An apprentice was swept across the shoulder by the silk thread, and his entire arm was severed at the shoulder.

The wound stopped bleeding and quickly turned gray and dried up, as if its life force had been instantly drained away.

Another apprentice was dragged toward the Shadow Weaver with screams as his ankles were tangled in silk threads, and he was about to be pressed against that smooth "face".