Chapter 698: Don't Be Reckless
Although Title Archmages are capable of casting Seventh and even Eighth Rank spells, in actual combat, wielding an Eighth Rank spell generally requires a Ninth Rank Title Archmage.
And almost none of the Ninth Rank Title Archmages truly possess the ability to fight using Eighth Rank spells. Only someone at the level of Star Sage Joey might be able to pull it off!
As for mastering a Sixth Rank Limit Spell, only figures like Star Sage Joey—those with one foot already in the Sky Rank—have a chance of comprehending it.
For Title Archmages below Joey, the odds of grasping a Sixth Rank Limit Spell are almost nonexistent; even in ten thousand years, such a terrifying figure might not arise.
Leon stared at the hollow-eyed old elf in the distance, feeling a headache coming on.
Damn, this is cheating. Fire spells are already among the most powerful, and that guy has a Sixth Rank Limit Spellmark Slot. That means there's no way to predict what spell he'll cast next.
Not knowing what spell your opponent is about to cast makes it nearly impossible to withstand a Sixth Rank Limit Spell...
An Eighth Rank spell...
Leon's heart trembled. The gap between Seventh and Eighth Rank spells is almost as vast as the gap between a First Rank and a Ninth Rank Title Archmage.
Leon could easily withstand Seventh Rank spells, even several cast by Oracis. But Eighth Rank spells? Not a chance...
That level goes beyond mere skill, control, or mana—it's an absolute, overwhelming force.
Like that Doomsday Cataclysm Oracis unleashed earlier—that was an Eighth Rank spell...
Its destructive power could wipe out the world. There's no way to resist a spell like that; if you can't dodge, you're dead.
Absolutely can't let that guy cast a Sixth Rank Limit Spell!
But suddenly, Leon saw Clark stop casting, a fiery red Spellmark slowly lighting up on his forehead.
Rich fire elements started to dance, the concentration and activity of fire in the air skyrocketing.
Leon caught a trace of the aura and quickly ran a calculation using his Mana Harness.
In less than a second, Leon had his answer.
It's a Sixth Rank fire Limit Spell...
Hundreds of fearless Dark Elves ahead were casting spells like mad, pinning everyone in place. There was no way to break through. If Clark's casting wasn't interrupted, everyone would be doomed...
"Quick! Interrupt him! Or we're all dead!"
Even Elsa couldn't keep her composure now, screaming in terror as she hurled spells at Clark without a second thought for her own mana.
Anderson, the Alchemical Golem, Leon—everyone was frantically casting spells at Clark.
But every spell was intercepted halfway. Those undead were squeezing every last drop out of their Spellmarks. Just a few hundred of them, but the force and number of spells they unleashed rivaled a thousand desperate Dark Elves.
Not a single spell could reach Clark.
The Limit Spellmark Slot Clark inherited wasn't truly his—it wasn't mastered. Without comprehension, he couldn't instant-cast the spell. All his power was focused on driving that Limit Spellmark, leaving him unable to defend himself.
Even so, casting a Sixth Rank Limit Spell with power close to an Eighth Rank spell takes far less time than casting an actual Eighth Rank spell...
There aren't as many restrictions as with normal spellcasting, no need to spend ages comprehending the spell. Counterspells and the like are useless against him.
The only option is to kill Clark before he finishes casting!
Only then could the casting of that Sixth Rank Limit Spell be truly interrupted!
In two seconds, Leon calculated that with their current strength, there was no way to kill the opponent before the spell was finished!
Leon’s face darkened, and his figure instantly vanished.
Inside the demi-plane, Leon appeared before the two ancestral spirits, his face still grim...
In the demi-plane, the Three-Eyed Shadow Wolf was still sitting atop a large rock, yawning, its little face full of impatience.
Below, Cooper and Gale Ketcher remained kneeling, chanting praise and hymns. Cooper, the Minotaur, looked especially devout, repeating the words over and over.
Gale Ketcher, on the other hand, was clearly much sharper. While showing respect, he kept trying to tempt the Three-Eyed Shadow Wolf with all sorts of offers, talking at length in hopes of changing its mind.
Sadly, it was all useless. The little guy might not attack them, but it never showed them any kindness.
The two poor ancestral spirits knew the wolf was only interested in magic crystals, but they couldn't produce even a single First Rank magic crystal. No matter how much they talked, it was pointless.
This demi-plane had everything except magical beasts. Without them, there was no way to hunt for magic crystals. The mana pool did have plenty of mana crystals, but the wolf didn’t seem interested in those at all.
Not to mention, Leon had made it perfectly clear before: every blade of grass, every stone here belonged to him personally. These two outsiders were lucky he hadn’t charged them rent—they didn’t dare mess around, afraid Leon would kick them out if they annoyed him.
Leon appeared suddenly, his body radiating powerful magical fluctuations, mana surging all around him—clearly still in the midst of a fierce battle.
The previously impatient wolf perked up at Leon’s arrival, instantly darting into his arms, one paw expertly sneaking into Leon’s pocket.
It fished out two Level 25 magic crystals and sat beaming on Leon’s shoulder, gnawing away happily.
The sight left the two ancestral spirits, who’d spent a month talking themselves hoarse, utterly devastated. All their brainwashing and persuasion couldn’t match two low-level magic crystals from Leon’s pocket.
Leon ignored the wolf, his brow still furrowed, and spoke bluntly to the two ancestral spirits: "I’m facing a very troublesome opponent right now. I need your help."
Cooper, who was always meek before the wolf, snorted two streams of white air from his nostrils and bared his teeth: "We’re busy here—busy serving the Wolf God. Don’t bother us! Best if you die, then our noble Wolf God will finally be free!"
Cooper glared at Leon, with no intention of helping. He even voiced his thoughts directly: the noble Wolf God becoming a human’s pet was unacceptable. But Leon wasn’t easy to mess with, and the Wolf God was on his side, so fighting was out of the question.
But if some other creature outside managed to kill Leon, Cooper would be the first to clap and cheer.
Leon didn’t bother with the stubborn Minotaur and turned to Gale Ketcher instead.
Gaelkeci looked troubled. "We made it clear before—we're only here to serve the noble Wolf God. Anything else is none of our business. We're not your enemies anymore, but we won't take orders from you either. That was our condition from the start!"
Gaelkeci clung stubbornly to the previously agreed terms—he had no intention of lending a hand.
Kuper sneered, arms folded, muttering through gritted teeth, "Better off dead! Hope someone beats him to death soon!"
The situation outside was dire—Lin Yun had no time to bargain with these two ancestral spirits. He grabbed the little wolf by the scruff, held it in his arms, and shot a cold smile at the pair.
"Fine, if you won't help, so be it. The little wolf lives with me, eats my food, sleeps in my house. As my pet, it's only natural he helps his master in times of danger. Do as you please—if we die, we die together. It's just a sixth-level Limit Spellmark Slot, right? If I'm going down, the wolf goes with me!"
With that, Lin Yun opened the demi-plane, half a foot already stepping out.
At Lin Yun's words, the two ancestral spirits' eyes flashed with terror. Without hesitation, they blocked Lin Yun's path.
Kuper recalled his massive totem pole, eyes red as he glared at Lin Yun.
"Foolish human! Put down the Wolf God, or I'll smash every bone in your body today!"
Gaelkeci gripped his lightning staff, his mind quick to react. He realized instantly that if Lin Yun wanted to leave the demi-plane, he could do it in a flash—no need to open a portal. Clearly, Lin Yun was forcing their hand.
But seeing the three-eyed Hidden Wolf curled up in Lin Yun's arms, baring its fangs, it seemed all too eager to fight alongside him—ready to kill anyone who dared threaten its master.
Kuper kept slapping his totem pole in frustration, nearly losing control. He wanted to attack, but feared hurting the Wolf God. Now he had to stop the Wolf God from risking itself. His stiff mind couldn't work out a solution, so he just kept pounding the totem pole in agitation.
Gaelkeci saw Lin Yun's furrowed brow and knew he must be in serious trouble. He didn't dare waste time—he tugged at Kuper and quickly waved at Lin Yun.
"Don't be reckless! Please, don't! I'll help you—just let go of the Wolf God. I'll help you right now!"
Gaelkeci was trembling with fear. He knew Lin Yun was bluffing, but he couldn't take the risk—he didn't even dare hesitate, unsure if Lin Yun might disappear with the Wolf God in the next instant.
Especially after hearing Lin Yun mention the sixth-level Limit Spellmark Slot, Gaelkeci was even less willing to gamble. Such a thing could kill even ancestral spirits like them—never mind Lin Yun. If the Wolf God was taken out, it was certain death...
Lin Yun stuffed a magic crystal into the little wolf's mouth and tossed it aside, then strode out of the demi-plane.
Gaelkeci followed him out. Seeing the situation nearby, he was startled—especially when he spotted Clark in the distance, still channeling power into a sixth-level Limit Spell.