Chapter 934: Thunderstorm Tempest
On the side of the human coalition, everyone was stunned. The terrifying pressure weighed on their hearts, so much so that some mages felt like vomiting but couldn't.
Many recognized it immediately—the spell just cast was the legendary, meticulously recorded mythic spell!
A ninth-rank, wide-area indiscriminate attack spell: Thunderstorm Tempest!
This terrifying spell can only be cast by Heavenly Mages who specialize in lightning magic—it's the ultimate weapon in legion warfare.
Under the Thunderstorm Tempest, anyone below the Heavenly Mage rank faces only one outcome: total annihilation...
Faced with the endless, transcendent power of thunder, those below the Heavenly Mage rank simply cannot resist.
No matter how many people there are, as long as they're within the range of the Thunderstorm Tempest, they all meet the same fate.
That's why, for those at the Heavenly Mage level, sheer numbers are meaningless.
Spells imbued with transcendent power simply can't be withstood by anyone below Heavenly Mage rank. It's not just a difference in strength—it's a fundamental difference in essence!
No matter how strong you are below Heavenly Mage, to a true Heavenly Mage, you're just fragile paper—while transcendent power is the steel blade. There's simply no comparison.
That's why, in any war, Heavenly Mages rarely intervene directly. Their power is simply too overwhelming—if a Heavenly Mage acts, the enemy's entire sub-Heavenly Mage army is no more than livestock waiting for slaughter.
Among vast legions, Title Archmages are few; ninety-nine percent of the force is below Title Archmage. Against transcendent power, these troops can't resist at all—just a brush with it, and they're doomed.
Even if both sides have Heavenly Mages, the aftermath of their clash alone could obliterate both armies.
That's why major powers rarely send Heavenly Mages into conflict—the losses are simply too great, one move and everything unravels...
No one expected Dubois Charles to appear, least of all the Blazeforge Orcs. The result? Utter devastation...
With a single ninth-rank spell, Dubois wiped out the entire Blazeforge Orc army that had so worried Joey and Heron—not a single survivor...
Even the massive level-39 Kodo Beast—renowned for its magical defenses far beyond its rank—was roasted by lightning...
Dubois Charles slaughtered the Blazeforge Orcs almost single-handedly, then strode through the void, surrounded by crackling lightning, floating above the battlefield.
At that moment, Heron stepped forward to speak.
"Master Dubois Charles..."
Heron tried to explain the situation, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the overwhelming pressure made it impossible to speak.
Dubois Charles ignored everyone, giving Heron no chance to speak. Magical energy surged around him, waves of transcendent power radiating out—everyone felt as if a mountain had crushed their souls, unable to move.
The elemental forces in the air were completely suppressed by transcendent power. Any mage below Title Archmage couldn't cast a single spell here.
Even Title Archmages found spellcasting ten times harder, with magical energy draining several times faster than normal.
The elemental forces in the air felt unbearably heavy, impossible to manipulate.
Dubois Charles extended a hand, his cold gaze sweeping the battlefield. Endless runes converged on his palm, stacking atop one another until they vanished from sight.
All anyone could see was a blinding light pouring from Dubois Charles's hand as the space around him began to ripple violently.
Visible ripples in space slowly spread outward like waves. When these ripples touched the ground, hundreds of meters of earth shattered instantly, like a cookie crumbling into fine powder.
In the blink of an eye, the hard earth became a desert, reduced to the finest grains of sand...
It wasn’t over yet. The light from Dubois Charles’s hand grew ever brighter, the space around him rippling more violently. The terrifying power left everyone pale, yet unable to escape.
The immense pressure, even if not deliberately targeted at them, made everyone feel as if they were carrying a heavy burden—taking a single step was nearly impossible.
Below Title Archmage, almost no one could remain standing. Only Title Archmages stood their ground, cold sweat streaming as they awaited Dubois Charles’s next move.
Suddenly, as Dubois Charles’s wounded magical energy and runes reached their limit, the violent ripples in space vanished.
Dubois Charles’s face remained cold as he waved his radiant right hand lightly over the battlefield.
In an instant, the surrounding space seemed to peel away. The battlefield shimmered, endless rays of light weaving together like strands of dawn over the now-empty field.
The next moment, all the light converged, forming retreating silhouettes.
Even the spells themselves seemed to rewind, as if the entire process of casting and exploding on target was reversed.
Endless illusions filled the battlefield, but every illusion moved backward—as if time itself was reversing!
Time Reversal!
Mastery of transcendent power grants access to this formidable ability—at great magical cost, you can rewind time in a specific place and witness everything that happened there.
Though they’re only illusions, you can see everything with your own eyes. Unless someone else possesses transcendent power, the past here is completely exposed to a Heavenly Mage—there’s no way to hide anything!
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The further back you rewind, the more power it consumes—the older the event, the more the cost grows exponentially.
But now, Dubois Charles only rewound to moments ago—barely costing him any power at all.
Soon enough, Dubois Charles saw exactly what he wanted.
In the midst of those illusions, a lifelike ice-blue giant hand slowly opened, countless shards of frost gathering at its center.
They converged, forming Difo—frozen into an ice sculpture...
At this, Dubois Charles dismissed the power he’d invoked. Blinding runes surged across his palm, then faded into light, and the battlefield’s time-reversed illusions vanished as well...
Dubois Charles floated silently in midair, turning his cold gaze on Lin Yun.
"So it was you who killed my disciple. Very well. No matter who you are, you, your faction, and everyone connected to you will be buried with my disciple."
Only now did Heron find a chance to speak.
"Master Dubois Charles..."
Heron had just spoken when Dubois Charles shot him a look. Instantly, Heron turned deathly pale, his magical energy boiling, as if he'd been struck by a Behemoth—he was sent flying.
He flew over two hundred meters before stabilizing himself with magic, his face bloodless, his mana still churning. Dubois Charles's glance had contained an irresistible power.
"Heron, I'll deal with you later. If you weren't the Black Tower's chairman, you'd be the first I'd kill. My disciple came to aid you, yet you let him be slain—what use are you, you waste! You watched my disciple die and did nothing. Didn't even try to save him. Hmph..."
Heron gave a bitter smile, at a loss for words. He'd long heard Dubois Charles was overprotective, unreasonable, and domineering—but reality was even worse than the rumors...
Just that single glance contained transcendent power. Even if it wasn't meant to kill, it nearly left him gravely injured. Any ordinary ninth-rank Title Archmage would have been killed or crippled outright.
Given the situation, Heron dared not say another word—Dubois Charles really might kill him...
Dubois Charles turned to Lin Yun, who kept a calm, expressionless face—showing not a hint of fear.
"Foolish ant. Your talent, your faction, your strength—in my eyes, they're no different from an insect. You knew Difo was my disciple, yet dared to kill him. You'd better be ready to join him in death."
But I've changed my mind. I'll let you live—to watch your faction and everyone you care about die, one by one. Then I'll drag out your soul and turn it into a sky lantern, letting the flames slowly drain your spirit, tormenting you for thousands of years before you finally die."
Dubois Charles sneered, his aura exploding as his Heavenly Mage power radiated outward.
Instantly, bolts of thunder formed in the sky. Behind Dubois Charles, it was as if a world of lightning had appeared, destruction rippling through the air in visible waves.
That terrifying aura descended like a thundercloud from the heavens, enveloping Lin Yun.
In an instant, Lin Yun's face flushed red.
The surrounding elemental forces were completely suppressed, impossible to manipulate. Mana that once flowed like air now felt as heavy as mercury—summoning it became several times harder.
Lin Yun instantly raised a runic shield and a mana shield.
In an instant, a shield of runes and a deep, starry shield like the night sky surrounded Lin Yun.