chsdbacks Chapter 606, Level 9!
Chapter 606, Level 9!
On the battlefield, Jemin is reaping the rewards.
The great radiant halo slowly rotated above his head, and the divine light of annihilation from the fire poured down like a torrential rain.
Suddenly, he felt his body sink.
The feeling wasn't like an attack or excessive fatigue, but rather an irresistible heaviness rising from the depths of the soul.
His knees buckled uncontrollably, his spine creaked under the strain, the halo of light trembled violently, and the beam began to veer off course. Jemin gritted his teeth, frantically circulating his body-strengthening techniques in an attempt to resist the sudden pressure.
But his body felt as if it were being crushed by an invisible mountain; every muscle was trembling, and every breath required all his strength.
"This is·……"
He struggled to lift his head.
Jemin felt as if the world around him had changed in an instant.
The struggling creatures of the Myriad Realms Alliance in the void were all lying motionless on the ground, like insects being held down by an invisible hand. Level six, seven, eight—regardless of their level or race, they were all suppressed and unable to move.
The massive bodies of those cosmic behemoths trembled in the void, the scaled beasts lay on the ground unable to even lift their heads, and the energy aggregates were compressed into fist-sized spheres of light, frantically flashing distress signals.
The level six wizards around Jemin were pale-faced; some were kneeling on one knee, some were barely standing with their hands supporting their knees, and some had blood seeping from the corners of their mouths.
The seventh-level wizards were not faring well either. Although they did not kneel down, everyone's expression became solemn, their breathing became noticeably heavier, and the energy fluctuations within their bodies became disordered.
Jemin felt his consciousness fading.
That oppressive force was not only physical, but also a crushing blow on a mental level.
He felt like an ant facing a collapsing sky, small, powerless, and ready to be crushed at any moment.
A hand came to rest on his shoulder.
Clark's voice came from above, still calm: "Stand firm."
That overwhelming force was instantly shut out.
Jemin gasped for breath, looking up to see Clark standing beside him, one hand on his shoulder, the other seemingly pressing down in mid-air. Not only Clark, but all the eighth-tier wizards present unleashed their auras, shielding the surrounding wizards from the terrifying pressure. Viola also stumbled over from the side, her face deathly pale and lips blue.
Clark placed his other hand on her shoulder, and she immediately slumped down like a drowning person grabbing onto a piece of driftwood, gasping for breath. "Mentor..." Viola's voice trembled, "What is this...?"
Clark did not answer.
He looked up at the spatial rift in the distance, his gaze deep, as if confirming something.
After a moment, he spoke slowly, his voice so calm it didn't sound like he was describing a disaster: "It seems you've learned something today." Jemin followed his gaze.
The spatial rift in the distance trembled.
Jemin felt somewhat dazed, as if he could see the spatial rift trembling in submission and awe.
The spatial fragments that were still drifting along the edge of the rift, as if tamed by some force, stopped splashing and hovered quietly in place. The thick darkness inside the rift began to recede to both sides, like a curtain being drawn back.
Then, the pool appeared.
It was just a blurry outline, suspended in the center of the crack.
The pool did not have the enormous body of a star beast, nor the dazzling light of an energy aggregate; it was merely a blurry humanoid outline whose details were indistinguishable.
But the existence of the pool itself is like a star falling into the deep sea.
The entire void rearranged itself for the existence of the pool; elements converged towards it, space curved around it, and time became viscous around it. The creatures of the Myriad Realms Alliance, who had been subdued by the oppressive force, now raised their heads as if on a pilgrimage, their eyes gleaming with fanatical light.
Jemin understood what his mentor meant.
Level 9!
Although he had never actually seen it, at this moment, Jemin was certain that it was level nine!
"leader!"
"The leader is here!"
"We're saved!"
Cheers erupted like a tsunami.
Those level-eight creatures that were just struggling in despair are now as excited as if they've been injected with chicken blood.
A colossal star beast struggled to raise its head and roared with its last strength, "This is our leader! You wizards, prepare to die!" The scaled beastman commander also got up.
His face still bore the traces of fear from before, but now they had been replaced by a fervent smile.
He looked in the direction of the wizards, his voice hoarse but smug: "Level nine! Do you even know what level nine is? You're nothing but ants before our leader!"
More cheers came from all directions.
Those suppressed, slaughtered, and driven to the brink of despair by the All-World Alliance creatures now roared and cursed wildly, as if injected with a powerful stimulant. Hope rekindled in their eyes.
They were absolutely certain—certain that their leader could crush everything, certain that these wizards would pay the price, certain that victory would ultimately belong to them. The wizards from the parallel world, however, were utterly horrified.
The wizards who had just signed their contracts and were adjusting to their new lives felt all their strength drain away the moment they saw that silhouette. Some collapsed to the ground, some covered their faces, and others trembled and curled up in a ball.
"Level nine..." a level seven wizard murmured, his voice trembling with tears, "They really are level nine..."
"It's over." Another level eight wizard closed his eyes, his voice hoarse. "We're finished. They've never produced a level nine... We always thought it was a rumor..."
"No wonder they can devour so many planes...no wonder..."
"It's over..." he murmured, his voice so soft it was as if afraid of disturbing something, "It's all over..."
More wizards from parallel worlds began to kneel.
Some people were crying with their heads in their hands, some were tearing at their hair, and others were trembling and curled up in a ball.
They had just seen hope, just thought they could finally stop running, stop struggling, stop waking up every day and the first thing they did was check if they were still alive—and then fate told them that it was all an illusion.
Despair spread among the people.
The wizards of those parallel worlds had experienced countless world-ending wars and faced countless desperate situations, but they had never felt such despair as they did now. Because even the most powerful enemies they had faced before were still of equal strength.
As for level nine... that's another level of existence, a level they don't even have the right to look up to.
The level six wizards around Jemin also looked grim.
Although they were not as desperate as the wizards in the parallel world, the oppressive aura emanating from that silhouette was terrifying.
Even with the aura of an eighth-level wizard helping them resist, the oppressive force was still so terrifying that it instinctively instilled fear in them.
Some people instinctively took a step back, some gripped their staffs tightly, and others began to subconsciously check their escape formations.
Jemin looked at Clark.
Clark's expression remained unchanged, his hand still firmly resting on his shoulder, the barrier that isolated him from the oppressive aura remained completely still.
But his gaze remained fixed on that silhouette, never wavering.
Wald stood behind the Alliance, looking in the direction of the crack, his expression complex and unreadable.
He was once a member of the highest council in a parallel world, and he knew better than anyone what level nine meant.
It is the ultimate deterrent of a civilization, an insurmountable chasm, a gap that no amount of quantity can bridge.
He knew that there was a level nine expert in the Myriad Realms Alliance when he defected, but he had never seen that expert make a move.
Now he has seen it.
That oppressive force pierced through the entire void, through all barriers and defenses, and pressed directly onto the souls of everyone present.
Its mere existence is enough to make billions of soldiers bow down.
The level eight wizards of the four major powers fell silent at this moment.
The level eight wizards who were excitedly reaping the benefits of their enemies just moments before all stopped now.
They hovered in the void, looking at the blurry outline in the direction of the rift. They were neither as desperate as the wizards in the parallel world, nor as ecstatic as the Alliance of All Realms.
They were simply suspended in the void, looking up at the crack with somewhat strange expressions.
The outline moved in the direction of the crack.
Chi took a step forward, just a simple step, but the entire void fell silent in that instant.
The cheers of the Multiverse Alliance abruptly ceased, the cries of the parallel world wizards also disappeared, and even the disintegrating fragments of space stopped drifting away.
All sounds, all light, all presence were swallowed up by that silhouette.
The pool floated in front of the crack, its figure still blurry, but its presence was so strong that it seemed to fill the entire world.
Jemin felt his consciousness being pulled, drawn towards that outline, and swallowed into that blurry darkness.
He bit his tongue hard, and the sharp pain brought him back to his senses.
Clark tightened his grip slightly.
"Don't look at its true form." Clark's voice remained calm, but carried a hint of warning. "Just look at the outline." Jemin lowered his head, not daring to look any further.
His back was soaked with cold sweat.
The silhouette just stood there, doing nothing, and he almost had his consciousness sucked away.
If it really makes a move...
Someone with his strength would be completely powerless to fight back.
In the void, the blurry silhouette tilted its head slightly, as if sizing up the wizards in front of it.
Chi's gaze swept over the 100,000 level 80 wizards, over the four enormous war machines, and over the parallel world wizards who were still trembling in fear. Then it stopped, as if looking at something.
Jemin sensed that the gaze was directed at the level eight wizards of the four major powers.
There was no anger or murderous intent in his gaze, only a condescending scrutiny, like an adult looking at a group of noisy children.
Then the pool opened.
The voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears; it was calm, low, and tinged with weariness: "Looks like you guys have been working really hard."
(Bonus chapter today, one more chapter)