Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

"It's you... that potion master from Shadowmoon?"

The sorcerer recognized him and looked astonished.

Ian looked up at the wizard, a barely perceptible golden glint flashing in his eyes.

Thinner than a hair, formless and intangible, yet possessing a crystalline, cold, and refined quality.

That glint of golden light was so fast it seemed like an illusion, shooting out from the depths of Ian's pupils.

In an instant, it covered a distance of thirty meters and pierced the wizard's forehead.

The wizard's body stiffened abruptly.

His face froze, showing astonishment and confusion.

The open mouth stopped in mid-air, and the blood-red light at the tip of the staff dimmed instantly.

He blinked hard, as if trying to confirm something, then his pupils began to dilate, and his eyes quickly became empty.

His body swayed, his knees buckled, and he fell forward.

The staff slipped from his hand and crashed to the ground with a loud thud.

The entire process took less than half a breath.

The witch didn't even realize what was happening.

She only saw her companion suddenly freeze and then collapse.

Her pupils contracted sharply, and the skull at her waist emitted a piercing scream.

A layer of viscous blood mist exploded from her body, instantly forming a three-sided rotating crimson shield.

"You..." she screamed, her fingers flying as she prepared to form a hand seal and cast a spell.

But Ian had already made his move.

As the crystallized filaments were fired, his right hand was already loosely clenched.

A walnut-sized, gravity-collapsed sphere, with its internal light slightly compressed, took shape almost instantly.

The higher his proficiency, the shorter the casting time; this witchcraft has become second nature to him.

go with.

The collapsing sphere disappeared, flying silently towards the witch.

The witch reacted extremely quickly, turning all three blood shields simultaneously and layering them in front of her.

She bit her tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood essence. The blood mist merged into the shield, and twisted runes appeared on the shield's surface, causing its defensive power to surge.

But she was wrong.

Ian's target was never herself.

The collapsing ball traced a slight arc, bypassing the blood shield in front of her, and slammed precisely into the ground beneath her feet.

The stone slab engraved with ancient runes.

boom!

The space was forcibly compressed, emitting a tearing groan.

Centered on the point of impact, the ground, air, and light within a two-meter diameter all collapse and distort inward.

The stone slab shattered into powder, which was then squeezed and compressed by an invisible force.

Bang!

The energy, which had collapsed to its limit, rebounded suddenly, unleashing a ring of transparent shockwave.

The ground beneath the witch's feet instantly collapsed, causing her to lose her footing and disrupting the formation of the three blood shields.

Just this little bit.

Ian stomped his foot, cracking the bluestone ground, and shot out like a cannonball.

Thirty meters can be covered in an instant.

A ruthless glint flashed in the witch's eyes. With a push of her hands, the three blood shields exploded simultaneously.

It transformed into countless blood-red spikes, raining down on Ian.

At the same time, she opened her mouth and shrieked, and the string of skulls detached from her waist, forming a hideous ghost head in the air, opening its mouth to bite Ian's head.

Ian neither dodged nor avoided.

On his left wrist, the [Ring of Layered Peaks] shone brightly, followed by a crystalline barrier inside.

Puff puff puff!

The crimson spikes struck the light shield, producing a series of muffled thuds.

The three layers of the [Ring of Overlapping Peaks] shattered instantly, and the crystal shield shook violently.

Numerous cracks appeared on the surface, but it ultimately did not break.

And Ian's fist had already arrived.

[Furnace Tempering Technique] is activated at full power, and the jade-like luster under the skin almost shines through the body.

The entire right arm radiated a warm yet firm luster from the inside out.

The fist pierced through the gaps in the blood spikes, through the gaps in the gaps between the ghastly heads, and imprinted itself on the witch's hastily raised, crossed arms.

Click!

A clear sound of bone cracking.

The witch bent her arms at an unnatural angle.

He was sent flying backward, crashing into the massive stone door behind him.

"Thump!"

With a dull thud, the runes on the stone gate glowed slightly.

The force of the recoil caused her to spit out another mouthful of blood and slide to the ground.

She struggled to get up, but both her arms were broken and her blood and qi were disordered.

The lingering force of that punch is still churning inside my internal organs.

She looked up and saw that Ian had already walked up to her.

His gaze was calm, as if he were looking at a stone.

"What...what kind of monster are you?" The witch coughed up blood, her eyes filled with horror and confusion.

Is this a level one wizard? Isn't this a potion master?

That attacking look just now... was that crystallized silk thread?!

And that terrifying physical strength, that collapsing sphere that he could casually conjure...

Ian did not answer.

He lifted his foot and stomped down.

The witch's pupils dilated, and the last thing she saw was the rapidly approaching sole of the shoe.

Click.

The sound of the skull cracking was short and crisp.

The witch's body twitched twice, then she stopped moving.

Ian pulled his foot back and flicked his wrist.

The force of the recoil from that punch made my finger bones feel numb.

The witch's protective blood mist and the string of skulls were indeed quite formidable.

But... that's how it is.

He glanced at the two corpses on the ground. The male witch was bleeding from all seven orifices, traces of the crystallized threads directly annihilating his soul.

The witch's sternum collapsed and her skull shattered; she died a swift and decisive death.

From the start to the end, it takes no more than five breaths.

The stone gate remained tightly shut, and there was no movement behind it.

Phoenix either didn't notice, or... she did notice, but didn't come out.

Ian didn't care.

He crouched down and quickly searched the two corpses.

He pulled several bottles of blood-red potions from the wizard's pocket, pried a dimensional ring off the witch's finger, and picked up the string of skulls that had already faded.

The materials are good. I'll take it apart later and see what valuable materials are inside.

Then a wisp of ember from the frost ray bursts forth, igniting the corpse.

The dark red flames flickered and quickly burned the corpse to ashes, leaving not a trace.

Ian stood up and walked to the stone gate.

The runes on the door emitted a pale blue glow, and a faint spatial fluctuation could be felt as he approached. He reached out and pushed, but it didn't budge.

He took out the dark red token he had taken from Blood Butcher and stuck it on the door.

The token was slightly warm, and the runes on the door flickered a few times, but the door did not open.

"A blood sacrifice order is needed..." Ian recalled the witch's words.

He frowned, took out the last black hole potion from his dimensional ring, and held it in his hand.

If you really can't open it, use this to blast it.

But just as he hesitated...

boom!

A deafening roar suddenly came from inside the door.

The entire stone gate shook violently, and the runes on the gate flickered wildly before dimming and shattering one by one.

A strong stench of blood wafted from the crack in the door, along with a terrifying aura that sent chills down the spine, like the awakening of an ancient, ferocious beast.

Ian's pupils contracted sharply, and he took two steps back, gripping the black hole potion tightly in his hand.

Behind the door, the blood-red light was blinding.

Several screams filled with shock, anger, and pain squeezed out from the crack in the door.

"No!!!"

The moment the stone gate exploded open, blood gushed out like spilled soup, drenching Ian completely.

The overwhelming stench of blood, mixed with the musty smell of an old shroud, assaulted my nostrils.

The sight inside the cave behind the door made his pupils shrink sharply.

In the center of the cave stands a three-story black stone altar.

On top of the jar, dozens of empty anchor stones formed a circle, flashing silver light and teetering on the verge of collapse.

There's something hanging in the middle of the circle.

That thing... looked like a dark red cocoon, about two or three people tall.

The surface is covered with countless bright red threads twisted together, like a large clump of soaked vermicelli, which are still wriggling and intertwining.

The silk threads were damp, reflecting a viscous light.

Occasionally, a human face will pop out from the surface of the cocoon with a "pop," its mouth wide open, but without making a sound.

But just looking at its shape makes my ears ring and my head throb.

A cold, viscous aura, carrying the oppressive aura of a second-level wizard, like winter fog, seeped out of the cocoon and filled the entire cave.

More than forty first-level wizards were crammed into the cave, creating complete chaos.

Hogan and Catherine stood against the wall in the Shadowmoon Tower, their faces as white as paper.

Phoenix of the Crimson Court huddled behind a stone pillar, holding a blood-red token in his hand and muttering incantations.

His face was a mixture of excitement and fear, his expression twisted like a ghost.

Five or six gray-robed members of the Withered Council huddled together, their faces obscured by their hoods.

There were also four or five people from smaller groups, running around like headless flies, some crying and some shouting.

The most striking feature is the silk thread bursting out of the cocoon.

Thousands upon thousands of them, as thick as a wrist, like living tentacles, flew wildly throughout the cave.

The tip of the thread split open, revealing countless tiny, needle-like mouthparts that hissed.

The two crimson wizards closest to the altar were entangled by seven or eight threads without even uttering a sound.

With a pull of the thread, the sound of bones breaking echoed, "crack, crack."

The needle tip pierced through, and the two men's bodies deflated like punctured balloons with a few "puff puffs".

The skin was stuck to the bone, and the eyeballs bulged out.

Then it exploded with a "bang," turning into two clouds of blood mist, which were completely absorbed by the silk threads.

"Run!!!"

I don't know who yelled first.

The crowd erupted.

The Shadowmoon members pushed forward, the Crimson members tried to move closer to Phoenix, and the Withered Council members turned and rushed towards the door.

The smaller factions were in even greater disarray. One witch screamed and threw a fireball, which hit the silk thread and went out with a "whoosh," without even a wisp of smoke.

The next second, five or six threads wrapped around her and dragged her toward the cocoon.

The witch's scream got stuck in her throat, turning into a hoarse, whimpering sound, and then she fell silent in the blink of an eye.

"Open the door! Open the fucking door now!"

Someone rushed to the stone door that Ian had just blown open and frantically pounded on the door frame.

The door was ajar, but Ian was outside.

The man looked up and saw Ian, paused for a moment, and then his eyes reddened.

"Get out of here!"

He held a poisoned dagger in his hand and, without thinking, stabbed it into Ian's abdomen.

Ian didn't move.

The creaking sound on his shoulder twitched.

A dark shadow flashed, and a steel-like claw snapped onto the man's wrist.

"Snap!"

His wrist bone was broken, and the short knife clattered to the ground.

The man screamed, and before he could react, Ian's left hand was already pressed against his chest.

A wisp of extremely fine, pure, frosty white air seeped silently into my fingertips.

The cold air penetrated the heart, instantly freezing the heart chambers and blood vessels.

The man froze, his face frozen in terror.

Several cracks appeared on his chest with a "crack," and he fell straight backward.

It slammed to the ground with a "bang," and white frost quickly covered the surface of its skin.

The people rushing behind them suddenly stopped.

They looked at their companion lying dead on the ground, then at Ian standing in the bloody light through the crack in the door, and their expressions changed.

"It's...it's that Shadowmoon potion master!"

"He killed the sixth brother!"

"Charge! Charge out!"

Three or four people exchanged glances and attacked simultaneously.

A corrosive ray, two exploding fireballs, and a shadow dagger silently piercing Ian's back.

Ian didn't even lift his eyelids.

The Crystal Energy Barrier opened instantly, and thirty-six floating crystal guardians flew out with a whoosh.

Half of it crashed into the fireballs and rays, while the other half wove into a dense net, shielding it from behind.

"Bang bang bang!"

The fireball exploded, the rays annihilated, and the Shadow Spikes crashed into the Crystal Guardian Net, making a piercing scraping sound.

Ian, however, had already moved.

He pushed off with his foot, and the ground cracked open, sending him flying like a cannonball into the middle of the three or four people.

He clenched his right fist, and the jade-like light beneath his skin exploded. He punched the nearest person in the cheek.

"Bang!"

The man's head exploded like a ripe watermelon.

Red and white things splattered all over the face of the person next to them.

The person next to him was so frightened that he turned around and tried to run away.

Ian reached out with his left hand, his five fingers forming a claw, gripped the back of his neck, and twisted it forcefully.

"Snap!"

The man's cervical spine was broken, and his body went limp.

The third person had already retreated five or six meters away, holding a scroll in his hand, about to tear it open.

Ian tapped with his right index finger.

A beam of pure, frosty white light, chilling to the bone, pierced his brow like a nail.

"puff!"

The man froze, and the scroll slipped from his hand.

There was a small hole on his forehead, open from front to back, with thick ice crystals around the edges, but no blood came out.

He swayed and fell to the ground.

Seeing that things were not going well, the fourth person turned around and ran deeper into the cave.

Ian didn't chase after them.

He withdrew his hand, shook the blood off his wrist, and looked up into the cave.

In just a few breaths, four or five more people died in the cave.

The silk threads spread like a tide, entangling, strangling, and draining everything in their path, whether it was stones, corpses, or living people.

No matter when or where, Cola Novels is your most loyal reading companion.