A Sorcerer’s Journey

This is a huge gathering place for locust survivors.

Dozens of second-degree locust lords flared their back wings in the sky, and there was actually a third-degree locust saint in the gathering place, while the remaining locust men were locust warriors and a small number of their families.

Though the Great Abyss Disaster has not yet completely erupted, the accumulation of decades of abyss invasion has drastically reduced the number of locusts in this world to very rare levels, far less than one thousand percent of the world that was once flamed!

At this time, no city can be found on the Flaming Soul Continent that was once made up of hundreds of metres of Fire Red Nest communities, and the ancient locust civilization is now facing a real inheritance breakdown.

Abyss scents and abyss monsters abound on this mossy flaming continent, and no land is safe.

Nearly all of the newborn locust cubs have died, and occasionally some of the cubs with very strong fathers and mothers may be able to survive only marginally, and the number is negligible relative to the total.

Even adult locusts who have not become locust warriors in such a world of abyssal catastrophe have difficulty surviving, let alone newly born locust babies and young children.

Consensus has been reached among all locusts.

The real danger of the Flaming Soul continent is not the demon hunter, because the wizard is also limited in number and energy and can only destroy the urban community of visible targets, making it difficult to truly cut off all the locust civilizations of the vast flaming soul world.

But these ubiquitous abyss creatures can do it!

And the root of the abyss creatures are the demon hunters who lurk in all corners of the flaming soul continent, spreading abyss moss.

The head of this large locust survivor base, unable to cope with the grief of the tens of thousands of locust survivors, looked to the abyss monsters spreading from afar and to the central area where the abyss monsters, like Cyclone Black, guard the five wicked, cruel and indifferent wizards.

All the surviving locusts smelled the breath of death.

Among the five wizards, the one in the middle with the gray white mask waved the magic wand, as if it were a fate ruling, and the phrase "annihilate them” allowed millions of demons of the Sun and Abyss to cover the heavens and the earth as if it were a tidal surge, and the forces of the wizard could not stop diving in and wiping out all enemies of the will of the wizard along the way.

Rolling abyss floods are simply not resilient to the thousands of locusts who survive these last generations.

“Wizard! ”

For decades, the wizards have travelled across the Flaming Soul Continent, destroying all the nests of fire and red.

The base of survivors based on a city became the first target, and for the fear of wizards, locust men were almost equated with the demons depicted in the Holy Scriptures of Fire.

At this time, we see the shadow of the wizard guarding the hundreds of thousands of Rolling Abyss monsters. The first reaction of most locust warriors and locust lords is fear, deep into the bone marrow fear.

Let alone resist, these locusts have even lost all the courage to flee.

Only this third-degree locust saint roared, and the deep eyes of thousands of years of experience were a memory of the glorious locust civilization that once existed. Some of them were only utterly hateful of the wizard and had no fear whatsoever.

The locust saint touched his waist sword sheath.

“We have nowhere left to run, and the true purpose of these wizards is to kill every heir to our locust civilization because they fear that our great locust will will grow! ”

As a locust saint who has had two exotic world wars, this locust saint is well aware of the brutality of exotic wars.

Infinite worlds, there has never been love and hatred within worlds, some of which are just primitive and brutally competing with each other, and continue to do so.

The world of locusts is home to seven major slave worlds, all of which are living experiences.

But now the character twist, the exotic life that once cried out for despair under the will of the locust, became the locust of today, the powerful and horrible wizard crushed the locust world with more advanced civilizational will.

The sight of the Level 3 locust saint penetrated the layered abyss demon, looking through that glittering gap towards Green and pulling out his blade of flaming soul.

Suddenly, more than thirty meters of Flame Soul Power erupted.

The locust saint's eyes were firm. He swept past Green, and the sword of Soul Power of Bear Flame was unmatched!

“No more cowardice! We have no hope of surviving until we kill him and kill this wizard! ”

Locust man saint roaring.

In the decades since the end of the abyss, the locust saint has gone through too much, the will of the flaming soul has been grinded even more than the sum of the previous millennium, and the blade of the flaming soul in his hand has reached the level of the saint of the locust at the top.

“Fear? ”

Green looked at the locust saint as if he were a descended demon, smiling coldly and not caring at the fact that a third-degree locust saint had slaughtered himself at all costs.

“What wizards fear is their own ignorance. ”

Green gently waved the magic wand, did not mobilize magic, did not pry rules, some were just the will of the wizard, but formed the strongest witchcraft Green has ever carried out.

With the wave of wizard will ripples, the Abyss Monster swept across the diving direction as he swept past the locust saint who wanted to kill Green.

More than thirty meters of fiery soul swords had just killed dozens of Abyss monsters, and hundreds and thousands of more Abyss monsters followed the former servants. In a blink of an eye, the locust saint was submerged.

The abyss of black lacquer completely obscures the power of the Flame Soul.

Only occasionally, a hint of flaming soul appeared between Abyss Demon's wings, which seemed to be the last resistance before death.

“It's over, in the end it's just… hmm!? ”

Suddenly, a flaming world of sunlight suddenly broke through the abyss clouds of the sky and irradiated the abyss demons surrounded by dense mahjong and locust saints.

“Gah!? ”

“This is…”

“World's Will!? ”

Xiao Ba, Wiki and Cretia shouted and looked at the golden sunshine that broke through the Abyss Demon Cloud and massive Abyss Monster. It was incredible.

Green's body slightly tightened.

Green felt the will of the real world earlier than Hachi, Wiki, and Critia, and tied the abyss saint together after layered chains of rules descended from the sky and killed thousands of Abyss monsters.

“Damn, those world protectors left this for themselves! ”

Green bites his teeth, knowing that this is the last resort the guardians of the world have left for themselves, in order to completely kill themselves, the evil Führer who has plunged the world into disaster.

Had the world will in the world of the flaming soul not been completely usurped by the abyss, the goal of these chains of rules might no longer be to save the locust saint, but to hang Green.

The black flame of the bear burned over his head, and the wretched locust saint slowly stood up, his eyes, mouth, nose, ear eyes emitting a golden yellow flame, like a golden flame of sunshine, the pounding smell rolling and releasing.

These are just ordinary people's perceptions.

The last remaining will of the world of flaming souls, perceived by the original will of the Green Wizard, borrows the body of this locust saint to find himself, a hatred from the world!

Boom!

At a moment when the locust saint gazed at Green, a rolling wave erupted in all directions, and hundreds of Abyss monsters around him attempted to attack were struck and turned into a glittering flame towards Green, rushing towards nowhere.