I, a cultivator, have ended up in the wizarding world

Chapter 536 Victory

High in the sky, the two exchanged a few more blows.

Suddenly, without warning, the annihilation ceased its attack.

He retreated hundreds of miles, and the dangerous aura around him gradually subsided, leaving only a calm.

"That's it." His voice was calm, as if he were simply stating a fact. "This time, you've won."

Upon hearing this, a hint of resentment flashed across the cult leader's face.

"Annihilation!" His voice was filled with suppressed anger. "This is only the beginning..."

"Just now?" Silence interrupted him, turning to look at him. "Didn't you feel it?"

The cult leader was taken aback.

"Sense carefully," said Nirvana, "how much of the surrounding element remains?"

The cult leader did as he was told to release his senses, and the next second, his expression became even more unpleasant.

Thin.

Extremely thin.

This plane didn't have much elemental energy to begin with, and now, those already scarce elements are being lost at an alarming rate... no, not lost, but extracted.

By that living dimension.

"We are now," the silent voice said, its tone almost cold and detached, "fighting inside each other's bodies."

"This plane now has an owner. Its owner is actively withdrawing the surrounding elements, restricting our source of power. Continuing to fight will only make us more and more passive."

The cult leader remained silent.

He knew that Nirvana was the truth.

While an eighth-level wizard's combat transcends reliance on conventional elemental energy, it is still impossible for them to be completely unrestricted.

In this dimension completely controlled by Clark, they were essentially fighting on the enemy's "home turf".

Moreover, this "home field" is dynamic and will actively suppress them.

But he was still unwilling to give up.

"That kid's current state," he gritted his teeth, "absolutely can't last!"

Silent Extinction looked at him, its gaze eerily calm:

"So how long do you think he can keep this up?"

The cult leader opened his mouth, but did not speak.

"One minute? Five minutes? One hour?" The voice of annihilation was completely flat. "Are you going to gamble your life on this time?" The cult leader remained silent.

Silent Extinction didn't stop speaking; his gaze turned to the two figures in the distance who were watching him intently.

"Besides, are you sure we can hold out until his condition improves?"

In the distance, the power of two level-eight wizards at Norren Workshop was surging wildly.

Meanwhile, on the living plane, Clark had clearly begun preparing for the next round of attacks.

With the eyesight of an eighth-level wizard, it was easy to see that the edge of this plane was crumbling and dissipating out of thin air, as if turning into nothingness. But everyone present knew that this was not the plane collapsing, but rather Clark mobilizing his power.

The matter throughout the entire plane is being decomposed, transformed, and condensed into new energy, in preparation for launching the next wave of attacks.

As the cult leader watched the scene, the resentment on his face finally faded away.

Instead, there was a deep sense of exhaustion and helplessness.

He let out a long sigh, and the fluctuations of the laws surrounding him gradually subsided.

"We concede defeat."

The words had barely left his mouth...

An invisible wave suddenly swept across the entire plane.

The fluctuation did not belong to any of the wizards present, but rather to a higher level of existence.

A phantom slowly emerged in the void between the four level-eight wizards.

It was a being with a calm face, whose age was indiscernible, and whose body showed no energy fluctuations, yet it gave people a strange feeling that "it is the rule itself".

Felix.

The core of the Star Ring Federation's magic network is also the highest supervisor of this "coordinated battle".

It looked at the leader and Nirvana, its voice steady and without any inflection:

"It has been confirmed that one side has conceded defeat, and the contract has been established. According to the contract, the search area originally belonging to the Chaos Cult and the Tower of Annihilation shall, from this moment on, belong to Norren Workshop. The units belonging to the Chaos Cult and the Tower of Annihilation shall complete the evacuation of all personnel and assets within one year." The leader nodded expressionlessly, revealing no emotion.

After all, he was an eighth-level wizard, and once he made up his mind, he quickly adjusted his mindset.

Jimie nodded slightly in return.

Felix's phantom didn't say anything more, but calmly glanced at the four people present before slowly dissipating.

The outcome of the war was thus decided.

At the same moment, on the ground, the magic network terminals of every participating wizard lit up simultaneously.

A short message is displayed simultaneously on everyone's device:

[The battle is over. Norren Workshop wins.]

A deafening cheer erupted from the Norren Workshop camp!

Countless wizards rushed out of the fortress, embracing each other and weeping, then bursting into laughter!

Those disheveled scout wizards, those wounded combatants, those support personnel desperately maintaining the magic array in the rear... everyone at this moment released the emotions that had been suppressed for months!

The allied camp opposite was completely silent.

The somber atmosphere weighed heavily on everyone's hearts like lead.

Some silently put away their weapons, some slumped to the ground, and some stared blankly and lost in the direction of the Norren Workshop.

At this point, the outcome of the battle was decided.

But deep underground, at the edge of that colossal magic circle spanning thousands of kilometers, Jemin and Viola had no intention of cheering.

The two remained intently focused on the light screen and every node of the magic array, not daring to relax for even a moment.

until……

In the light screen, Clark slowly opened his eyes.

He hovered in that ball of spiritual light, remaining still for a few seconds, as if experiencing something one last time.

Then, his figure flickered slightly and disappeared from the core of the plane.

The teleportation array lit up the next second.

The greyish-white figure reappeared before Jemin and Viola.

The instant he left the core of the plane, the spirituality of the shadowy plane lord in the center of the magic circle finally gave way and completely collapsed. The plane spirits and souls that had been gathered by it also lost their support at the same moment, crumbling like a sandcastle encountering a wave.

The shimmering white light gradually dimmed, and the magic circle returned to calm.

Clark stood there, his eyes slightly closed, as if savoring something.

Viola was the first to approach.

She circled Clark twice, like a curious cat, and poked him with her finger:

"Mentor, mentor, why haven't you advanced yet?"

She blinked her silver-gray eyes, her face full of confusion:

"So many resources were consumed... almost the entire plane's matter and energy! Even if you don't advance directly to level eight, you should at least advance to level seven, right? How come you're still only level six?"

Clark opened his eyes, expressionless, reached out, grabbed her by the back of her collar, and lifted her up like a kitten.

"You think," his voice was so flat it betrayed no emotion, "that everyone is as stupid as you?"

Viola was lifted into the air, her limbs flailing about, looking defiant, but ultimately she didn't dare to argue back.

Watching the interaction between the two, Jemin couldn't help but laugh.

However, he also keenly sensed that his mentor seemed to be in an exceptionally good mood—normally, if Viola asked such a question, his mentor would most likely chop her on the head.

"Mentor..." Jemin began, "Not bad, huh?"

Clark put Viola down and turned to look at him.

This time, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a genuine smile:

"very good."

He paused, seemingly organizing his thoughts, but ultimately simply said:

"I've figured it out this time. The path for me to advance to level seven and level eight is now clear."

Jemin and Viola were both stunned.

"Well..." Jemin asked tentatively, "Mentor, you'll be advancing soon?"

Clark shook his head.

"No rush."

His gaze drifted into the distance, towards the now-dimmed magic circle, towards the thick layer of rock above it, and towards the battlefield beyond that layer where the war had just ended:

"It was this experience that made me realize that there are still many areas in my system that need to be improved."

Jemin and Viola exchanged a glance.

They both saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

This means...

Even if their mentor is currently at level six, can their combat power continue to improve?

The two fell silent.

A thought simultaneously surfaced in my mind:

monster!