Age of Adepts

Naturally, the Calamity creatures would not allow the witches to advance to the bottom of the Rift so easily.

That way, without the cover of the alienized beast herd, they would only be able to fight a position battle with the witches who had the local advantage.

As a result, the alienated beast herd emerged from all over the Rift Valley in an even more frantic manner, surging towards the Sorcerers like a tidal wave.

The ground was densely packed like a forest of flesh, and the alienated beasts were using their flesh and blood to block the advance of the magical warriors. On the two sides of the rock wall, an alienated beast was climbing and running like a fly on it, pouncing forward and backward on the witches at the back of the group.

At this time, the sorcerers standing in the front row immediately waved out a dazzling fluorescence, summoning a huge revitalization construct and war puppet that was more than ten meters tall.

Compared to the Demon Armor Warriors, these war puppets were solid metal bodies, either in human, beast, or demon form, and no matter which one they were, they all possessed terrifying and unparalleled killing techniques and methods.

They were like a bronze wall blocking the alienated beasts coming from all directions, wielding the dense array of blades around their bodies, killing them like a wind swept cloud into the herd.

One by one, the dissimilar beasts leaped down from the rock wall, pouncing and biting on the war puppet's tall body. Their huge mouths of fangs and sharp hand claws scratched on the surface of their metal bodies with ear-piercing noise, but only left a shallow and fine white mark.

These war puppets are covered with half-meter long sharp metal blades, and they don't need to fight, just thudding through the herd once, leaving behind the miserable, crushed corpses.

After all, flesh and blood couldn't compare to steel and bone!

However, as the many ants bit the elephant, as one after another alienated beasts pounced on them, the possessed metal blades on the war puppet's body sliced through their flesh, tendons and bones over and over again, and gradually became broken and stagnant.

Finally, these metal blades began to break and bend, or get stuck inside the alienated beast's hard bones or skull and couldn't be drawn out.

The war puppets that had lost their weapons were put down by the swarming alienated beasts and quickly gathered in place to form a black pile of flesh that kept bulging and vibrating. The pile of flesh was made up of hundreds or thousands of alienated beasts densely stacked on top of each other, and the war puppets that were toppling over were the ones that were gradually losing their fighting ability.

A moment later, when the herd of beasts dispersed and rushed towards their next opponent, the wreckage of the war puppets, which had been tragically **destroyed beneath the pile of flesh, was revealed.

The fall of each war puppet was usually accompanied by the death of thousands of alienated beasts, and the entire battlefield was filled with a bloody and pungent smell that was becoming increasingly thicker and thicker, to the point where it was impossible to breathe.

In addition to becoming a bloody battlefield for the witches and calamitous creatures, the Murky Valley was also a place where two different bits of law were at war.

The Sorcerer's World could not be compared to the Calamity Plane no matter its size or the level of the Plane, but the Murky Vale was the home ground of the Sorcerers, and the Sorcerer's World's Plane Laws still held a considerable advantage here.

The power of order and the power of chaos were frantically clashing and strangling in the bit void that was hard to see with the naked eye... Just like two octopuses of extreme size, before their bodies touched, the first thing that touched together was their thick tentacles and fleshy tentacles that were densely spread outside their bodies.

With the rules of the world as their bodies and the laws of the bit surface as their tentacles, both sides were frantically twisting and devouring everything in each other's bodies, trying to extend their chains of rules into the larger and wider bit surface space.

The bitonal space was their battlefield, the rule chain was their weapon, and the bitonal law was their blade... This kind of fighting and entanglement spread to almost every corner of the Murky Valley, every bitonal space.

On the whole, with the step by step advancement of the Sorcerer's camp, the bit laws of the Sorcerer's World had initially regained control of the bits around the Murky Abyss Valley, and little by little, they were pushing and squeezing the Calamity to the bottom of the Murky Abyss Valley.

However, once there, the Calamity Force became extremely tough and intractable, and with the support of the souls of several of the Calamity Minor Lords, it held on to that space to the death, never giving the Witch Will a chance to infiltrate.

As long as the Sorcerer's Will couldn't become the master there, it would always remain a trauma mark on the Sorcerer World's bitter wall. As long as that 6th stage Calamity Lord Dilmas continued to pour Calamity Breath into the spatial crack, a crack would one day break open there, allowing even a terrifying fellow like it to project its complete power in.

At that time, there would be no power in the entire Wizarding World that could stop the mad rampage of a 6th Order creature!

Grim stood silently at the entrance to the Rift Valley, silently perceiving the changes and operation of the bite-rules.

Usually, these things were hidden behind the curtain, and it was impossible for him to monitor and perceive them so unscrupulously. But now it was at a critical moment where two different world forces were competing against each other, and Grim, as the main force in this bit-war, was naturally given preferential treatment by the bit-consciousness, and did not counter the prying of his soul-consciousness in any way.

This was what gave Grim a rare opportunity to observe the forces of the world!

The power of the world was something that was completely beyond Grim's comprehension and acceptance now, and I was afraid that only after advancing to the 6th level would it be possible to study it to a certain extent.

However, as a bizarre power that was even more magnificent and sublime than the power of rules, observing the collision and impact of the power of the world had given Grim a lot of inspiration and understanding. At the very least, comparing the power of rules that he had mastered with the power of the world in front of him, Grim could vaguely see the right path of development.

The latter was like a beacon erected to Grim from an infinite distance, although he was not yet qualified to touch and control such a power right now. However, this power itself revealed to him the most real and primitive side of the world.

With this realization, Grim's development on the path of rules would have to take many less turns than others. This, in fact, was what Grim treasured most!

The power of rules was a powerful force generated when the bitworld operated according to some fixed system of laws, while the power of the world was a native force coalesced by billions of creatures and matter within the bitworld.

A sorcerer who had mastered the power of the Laws was like a parasitic tumor that lived on top of the bit's rule system, relying on the operation of the bit's laws to gain power, as well as being able to strike the enemy with the operation of the Laws.

A 4th level Sorcerer is like a macrophage cell in the Sorcerer World, usually blessed by the bit consciousness and relying on the power of the Laws to develop and grow. However, in the event of a bit invasion, they were also the main fighting force of the Sorcerer World to stop the foreign invaders, forming the first line of defense of the bit defense system.

And a guy like Grim who had crossed the limits of the Laws in advance, completing the leap from the soul level to the rules without actually advancing to the 5th level, had become a most bizarre existence in the Sorcerer's World.

Therefore, he had seen, comprehended, and gained far more than any other sorcerer in this battlefield front where the forces of the two worlds met.

However, as the number one thugs of the wizard world, the bit consciousness was also constantly compelling and enticing Grim from the rule level. Inexplicably, a wave of disgust and hatred for the Calamity creatures would always rise up in the depths of Grim's consciousness, as if there was an unholy feud between them.

It was good that through these years of contact, Grim had a lot of understanding and feelings about these methods of the bit surface consciousness.

Therefore, all of these dregs of consciousness forced in from the outside, under Grim's conscious shielding and blocking, were slowly deposited and filtered to the bottom of the sea of consciousness, no longer affecting his true perception.

However, through these means of consciousness encroachment, Grim had uncovered quite a few brand new ways to use the power of rules.

If he drove the flame rules to be as 'moist' as the bits of consciousness, then he would definitely be able to take his flame power to another level and become as terrifying and dangerous as those evil demons.

Since the Calamity creatures had been pressed back to the bottom of the Murky Valley, the matter of following up the battle had been left to the Association Sorcerers. The top-ranked witches like Grim only needed to sit back and adjust their recuperation while waiting for the final battle to come.

The other 4th ranked witches, on the other hand, took turns and kept hitting the valley floor, wearing down the living power of the Calamity creatures.

But unfortunately, the four little lords of calamity seemed to have disappeared, hiding in the mist at the bottom of the valley and never showing their faces. This made the association anxious but helpless, and they could only intensify their efforts to hit the defense line of the Calamity creatures every day.

The battle continues on the slopes, every inch of land and every space has been filled tightly with tons of blood and corpses. The entire underground side of the Moabuchi Valley was like a gigantic Shura Slaughterhouse, and it had become impossible to stand or look directly at it.

The last victory had apparently inspired all the 4th level witches to fight, they no longer faltered or retreated, but fought day after day at the front of the battlefield, killing one extremely powerful creature after another.

And those Central Stage 4 were also inspired and lured by the battle, and couldn't help but join the battle group frequently, cutting off a lot of results. From their perspective, this was a burst of their courage and an expression of doing their best for the wizard world, completely a conscious judgment made by them alone.

But only Grim, who existed as an observer, could clearly see that their souls were more or less compelled by the traces of bituminous consciousness.

However, their actions were only good and not bad for Grim's plan, so Grim didn't interfere. It was just a matter of using his power to shield them from danger when the central wizards were too reckless in their rush to kill.

At least, under Grim's consciousness monitoring, those little lords of calamity hiding in the depths of the valley didn't dare to brazenly come out and ambush the central sorcerers yet. As for the witches of other organizations, Grim didn't care.

He wasn't in that good of a mood or obligated to wipe his ass for the other witch organizations!