Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

Now he has mastered the Bloodline Refining Technique, and the refined blood essence contains even more extraordinary genes.

If he had focused all his efforts on refining the "Rock Bear Potion," its effects would likely have been greatly enhanced, but he didn't.

The [Rock Bear Potion] he recently traded was deliberately kept at the level of its original enhanced version.

He's not that stupid; cultivating a large group of beings that could threaten his safety would be suicidal.

With his current strength, he also looked down on the Rock Armor Demon Bear's extraordinary genes.

His situation is somewhat special; he is not affected by the bloodline of magical beasts and can take bloodline potions without any worries, but the upper limit of this potion is too low.

Unless both Bloodline Refining Technique and Rock Bear Potion break their limits, their combined effect might bring about a qualitative change.

Hopefully, we can obtain stronger bloodline potion formulas in the future, but it depends on luck, as bloodline potions are extremely rare.

In addition to these external preparations, he also redeemed all the witchcraft spells he saw on the redemption list.

Energy Shield, Repulsion Spell, Invisibility Spell...

He felt a strange unease if he didn't spend his contribution points, which were accumulating too quickly.

Finally, after spending contribution points like water, I successfully mastered the "Concentration Potion" last night.

[Concentration Potion: Beginner (0/400)]

Now, he can focus on taking drugs and cultivating with peace of mind, greatly increasing his cultivation speed.

He consumes three [Mind-Concentrating Potions] in one night, which is quite extravagant.

It brings about a rapid improvement in one's realm, increasing by 0.4 percentage points per day.

If he continues to cultivate like this, he will soon be able to reach the threshold of becoming a formal wizard.

Time flowed slowly as Ian continued to accumulate strength, and the proficiency of various skills on the panel steadily increased.

His current wealth comes not only from a large number of contribution points, but also from some apprentices paying for goods with magic stones, which fills his empty wallet.

When Ian sold his 40th Rock Bear Potion, the Crimson Court's attack finally arrived.

It was still late at night when, outside the camp, dark red figures surged out of the shadows of the canyon like a tide.

Leading the group were the temporary commanders of the "Blood Bat" and "Shadow Assassin" divisions, two powerful full-fledged wizards.

Hidden beneath the blood-red mask are "Blood Blade" Sares and the ever-shifting "Shadow Warrior" Phantom.

The intelligence they received indicated that the "Furnace" camp had recently merged, resulting in instability among its members. Although its strength had increased, it still lacked high-level combat power.

This time, they brought nearly twenty senior apprentices and more than sixty elite intermediate apprentices with them.

Comparing the two sides, Sares believed that the chances of taking them down were extremely high, which would be perfect for coordinating with the front lines to wipe out this group in one fell swoop.

However, when the first Crimson Apprentices grinned and lunged at the walls of the "Forge" camp...

boom!

Within the "Furnace" camp, nearly thirty powerful auras instantly erupted!

Hank took the lead, his muscles bulging and his skin gleaming like rock as he roared and charged forward.

Behind him were Fang, the big guy, Lina, Hal from the Hemlock family, Lucas...

One after another, figures who had taken the [Rock Bear Potion] and whose auras were extremely similar followed closely behind.

Among them, those who were originally advanced apprentices were now displaying an even more astonishingly intense aura, almost like humanoid ferocious beasts.

The scene became extremely comical.

The raiders, who had originally planned a sneak attack, ran headlong into a group of menacing "monsters" whose physical strength had surged dramatically.

Hank didn't use any witchcraft; he simply charged into the enemy ranks with a shield and a broadsword in hand, brandishing the blade.

"Flame Slash!" The violent power sliced ​​the enemy in front of him in two.

The burly man, carrying a tower shield, surged forward like a moving city wall.

The fangs moved so fast they were just afterimages, casting curses and spells on their enemies, targeting only the casters and striking and disappearing in an instant.

……

The side that should have been on the defensive is now wreaking havoc!

High in the sky, "Blood Blade" and "Phantom," who were preparing to dive and attack, were also taken aback by this sudden turn of events.

Just as they were about to make a move, a sudden energy fluctuation occurred below the camp, followed by a sharp stinging sensation on their skin.

It's like having a sharp blade at your neck, ready to cut you off at any moment!

The two men's expressions changed slightly, and they quickly took to the air to avoid the danger, looking down.

"Rune crossbows! Two of them!" Sares exclaimed in a low voice, his eyes darting around.

These crossbows alone aren't much of a threat to a level one wizard, but if someone were to restrain them...

At that moment, two figures rose into the air from the central stone tower opposite them; they were Sterling and Eleanor.

Sterling's face was still pale, but his eyes were sharp.

Eleanor, wielding a sapphire-encrusted staff with her single arm, exuded a chilling aura and blocked the "Shadow Warrior's" path.

"Sterling, and that crippled woman in Violet?"

"Blood Blade" Sares' voice was hoarse, but his language remained extremely provocative.

Sterling didn't waste any words; against two opponents of equal caliber, the threat of Rune Cannon alone wasn't enough.

With a flick of his wrist, a familiar small bottle reappeared in his palm, filled with a viscous, dark golden liquid!

"Heart of Lava!"

Sares and Phantom's pupils suddenly contracted. Both of them had heard that Lilith had suffered a great loss from this potion and had fled with serious injuries.

"Sterling, do you dare to use it again?" Sares stared intently at Sterling's palm, his body tense.

Sterling didn't reply, he just stared coldly at the two of them.

"It seems that Shadowmoon Tower has truly and completely embraced the White Witches all these years?"

Sterling looked at Sares with disdain in his eyes.

"It's just a difference in philosophy, no need for further explanation. The Tower Master is a man of great talent and ambition, far beyond your comprehension."

High in the sky, the four first-level wizards remained locked in a stalemate, none of them intending to make another move.

The battlefield below has already become one-sided.

The crimson apprentices were completely stunned and fled in panic, leaving behind more than twenty corpses, including three senior apprentices.

Hank and the others were about to give chase when Sterling stopped them.

"Hmph! Your smugness won't last long; we'll be back soon!"

After saying that, Sares and Phantom vanished in a flash.

The words the two men spoke before they left made Sterling and Eleanor's hearts sink.

A resounding victory! The camp was in an uproar!

All participants were immersed in incredible joy and the excitement of a surge in power.

The intermediate apprentices looked at Hank and his group with envy and fervor.

Ian sat in the alchemy room, his mind connected to the invisible eye in the sky, watching the cheering crowd, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

His plan worked; the camp was indeed safe. He chuckled and walked into the bedroom.

However, this joy lasted only half a day.

The morning mist had not yet dissipated by the next morning.

Two figures, exhausted and utterly disheveled, stumbled straight into the camp's perimeter.

Sterling and Eleanor flew out immediately to meet them.

"Warren, Barrett, what's wrong with you...?" Sterling's eyes were filled with terror.

The Warren and Barrett he mentioned were both first-level wizards on the front lines of the "Forge," and they looked terrified and extremely miserable.

Warren's body was half charred and he could not stand steadily.

Barrett was even more frightening; his lower body was completely empty, as if it had been cut off by a sharp blade, and his aura was extremely weak.

"Sterling...Eleanor..." Warren struggled to his feet, his voice hoarse with despair:

"It's over... The main battlefield, 'Falling Star Plains,' has been breached, and our 'Furnace' front line has been swept away in the process. The front line... is lost!"

Sterling froze, as if struck by lightning.

"Defeated just like that? Impossible..."

Sterling couldn't believe his ears. The mighty Shadowmoon Tower had fallen so quickly?