Age of Adepts

Northland, Wuthering Plain.

This was the land of the cold wind, the oldest direct territory of the Illusory Witches, and the location of their original witch tower.

In the past thousands of years, the Illusory Witches were undoubtedly the most unsociable group of people in the entire Northlands, preferring to keep to themselves. They rarely dealt with the outside world, and their internal training and inheritance were never mysterious.

As a result, the Wuthering Plain had also become a sparsely populated and desolate witch territory!

But today, the witch tower that stood silently in the middle of the Whistling Plain became extremely lively and noisy, and could even be called watery.

For, there came an enemy!

Daring to find trouble in the territory of the Northland Witches had honestly never happened before in the past thousands of years. Therefore, many of the Northland Witches were confused and even more baffled when they received messages from the Unreal Witches asking for help.

Many rank 4 witches emerged from their respective labs or secondary planes and flocked to the Wuthering Plain in groups. However, before they could even get close to the 'battlefield', they had already felt the searing heat that was on their faces.

The battlefield... the Wuthering Plain had become a battlefield at this point!

It was the middle of the night.

The night sky of the Wuthering Plain was already burning, and large red clouds filled the sky, illuminating half of the sky in a dark red.

There seemed to be a terrifying demon hidden in the rolling red clouds, roaring loudly and generating a large rain of meteor fire to continuously bombard the lone wizard's tower.

The tower was trembling.

The tower's elemental barriers were stacked one on top of the other, relying on the layers of elemental protection to block the red-hot fireballs that rained down on it. But the fierce force of the fireballs was also shaking the Witch Tower, making it tremble under the successive fireball blasts.

The Witch Tower wasn't just on the defensive either.

The tower was surging with heart-stoppingly churning energy, and whenever the sorcery energy gathered to a certain level, it would turn into a terrifying sorcery under the guidance of the Strange Attack Sorcery Formation to launch a counterattack against the enemy.

But what was surprising was that no matter how much the Witch Tower attacked, the sorcery would silently disappear as soon as it fell into the red cloud, as if there was a gourmand monster there that could devour anything and swallow all the attacks.

Forced to do so, the witch presiding over the witch tower could only disperse the attacking sorcery and replace it with a large amount of dispelling sorcery, trying to break through the firing cloud to see who the real enemy was.

Unfortunately, the dispersal spells that rained down on the sky did not even work.

The red clouds were still tossing and rolling, emitting a deafening elemental roar, and then the rain of fire, with its fierce fire meteors, fell from the sky, destroying the Witch Tower and the surrounding land.

If this were the past, the high ranking witches stationed at the Origin Witch Tower would have led their men out to fight for their lives. But today, these hypocritical witches were surprisingly low-key and patient, never showing themselves even if the Origin Witch Tower had been shaken.

As the origin tower of the False Witch, it actually also possessed the ability to transform the entire Wuthering Plain into an alien illusion. But it was also odd, as if the False Witches had forgotten about this ability outside of it, they hadn't even tried to pull their enemies into the illusion yet.

It wasn't that they didn't want to, but... they really didn't dare!

The chief witch hiding from the witch tower already knew who the enemy was in the red cloud, and she didn't want to be embarrassed in front of a true 5th rank witch. Therefore, the only thing she could do now was to endure and suffer until this legendary fire witch was expelled from the Witch World.

The sound of wind and thunder suddenly came from the distant sky.

The dark clouds that crowded the sky's dome were oppressed by an overwhelming and wild momentum that was piling up towards the Whistling Plain.

As they piled up like a thick cotton candy, with a resonant, high-pitched dragon roar, the dark clouds broke at first, and the majestic and fierce gigantic figure of the corpse dragon Artest suddenly appeared in view.

Hunched on the back of the corpse dragon was naturally Death Witch Chieftain Krsuna!

Before the man arrived, the muffled clear roar of thunder had rolled in.

"Grim, what the hell are you trying to do? This is the Northlands, it's not for you to run amok here!"

In the other direction, chirping ghosts boiled to the heavens, a black and a white powerful witch with two distinctly different forms and costumes floated in, stopping far away at the edge of the red cloud.

It was another Northland superpower, the leader of the Pale Witches, Sylvia.

A total of two super-powerful witches from the Northlands had now all arrived, and on the outskirts of the battlefield, one could still perceive the brilliant soul light shining like a star flame.

It could be politely said that all the slightly famous high-ranking witches of the entire Northland had already arrived, but only because of Krsuna's orders that they didn't show up.

The red clouds parted slightly, revealing a young and handsome male witch inside, who was two meters tall and strong. Draped around his body was a dark red sorcerer's robe, no magic aura could be seen on it, it seemed to be just an ordinary robe.

It was the legendary Fire Witch Grim who had turned the entire wizarding world upside down in the last few hundred years.

Grim revealed his form and looked coldly at Krsuna, he said, "Krsuna, is this your etiquette for meeting a superior witch?"

Krsuna's body stiffened, and a look of embarrassment flashed across her delicate, cold face. Finally, she lowered her head and curtsied respectfully with a hand to her chest, "Meet the Great Wizard of Grim!"

The Sylvia who was standing at the edge of the battlefield and watching from afar was also embarrassed, and could only bow and salute together with her own origin spirit to greet Grim.

It couldn't be helped, the Sorcerer's camp had traditionally distinguished between high and low by giving salutations. One level below the rank was the inferior, and if they saw a superior witch with poor manners, if they were used as a handle to bring down the other party, even their backers could do nothing about it.

"Since you know the difference between the upper and lower ranks, you can leave! I've got some old debts to settle with this fraudulent witch!" Grim spoke harshly.

Krsuna straightened up abruptly and said with a stern voice, "Grim... My Lord, although you are now a noble Level 5 Grand Witch, don't forget that we Northland Witches have a backer behind us!"

"Wow, are you threatening me?"

"I don't dare, but I just want to remind my lord that sooner or later you will have to travel to the Extra-Domain Star Sea. If you make too much noise here, beware that you won't be able to explain when you see my adults."

"Explain? What do I need to explain? This bitch once ambushed me halfway across the world, and if I hadn't been so lucky and escaped her 'dream killing technique', do you think I'd still be standing here?" Grim smirked heedlessly, "Now that I'm back for revenge, does your lord get to stop me?"

Krsuna Ug was silent.

This world had always been the strongest, and all words were controlled in the hands of those at the top.

Now that Grim had become a 5th rank Grand Sorcerer, he had become one of the few people in power in the Sorcerer's camp. Just like he said, even those great witches here couldn't ignore the vengeful power of a great witch.

"Maybe it's just a misunderstanding!" Krsuna took a sharp breath and whispered, "Perhaps there is some misunderstanding in the middle... My lord, if you are willing to spare Ivana, we Northland witches are willing..."

"I don't lack resources, I just want to meet the guy who dared to attack me halfway. What, do you even dare to show up?" The latter Grim aimed directly at the Witch Tower, rolling waves of sound impacting this False Witch's original Witch Tower with fireflies, force field protection shattering layer after layer.

And what was even more terrifying was that where Grim's will extended, even the bit laws of this region would tremble and distort. If he wanted to, he could even choke off the spiritual connection between the surrounding 4th stage elemental sorcerers and this world.

Of course, doing so would undoubtedly cause him to suffer great bit surface reversal. Only in the area where his will was rampant, even the laws of the locus would have to be manipulated and rewritten by him. Any sorcerer below his rank would no longer be able to hook up to the laws of the plane to enhance their elemental power as they had in the past.

Grim had once briefly assessed that within the rule field that extended his will, elemental sorcerers were the most affected, with their power cut by at least half; bloodline sorcerers were next, with a 20-30% reduction in battle power; only alchemist sorcerers were the least affected, within 10%....

Thus, it may be politely stated that the suppression of the elemental or law sorcerer by the rule sorcerer is fundamental, comprehensive, and irresistible!

Seemingly sensing Grim's resolute will, on a small platform in the upper levels of the Witch Tower, the figure of a woman with a thin and rickety figure emerged.

What an ugly and aging witch this was!

Her appearance was that of a skinned toad, her exposed skin fully festering and covered with clouds of ghastly green smoke and large pus-filled blood bubbles. The once beautiful and dainty face had flown away, leaving behind a pitted, horrible face that looked as if acid had been splashed on it.

Ugh....

Grim was also creeped out.

If it wasn't for the soul scent in the other's body, he would have thought it was another impostor.

"Ivana, what...what's wrong with you?" Krsuna had obviously not seen each other for a long time either, and looked shocked and surprised to see them looking like this.

All of them were high ranked sorcerers, so naturally they could tell at a glance that this was not some external trauma, but an actual spiritual toxin. And looking at her appearance, it seemed that this spiritual toxin had been haunting her for a long time, and had penetrated into her soul source, causing an air of 'despair' to spread from inside to outside, from body, mind and soul.

"This is what made me look like this thanks to that battle..." shuddered Ivana, shrieking, "Isn't the pain I've endured over the past hundred years enough to offset my previous mistakes? "

"Plus this is more like it..."

Grim grunted softly, and a red mane fell through multiple magical protections on top of Ivana's body and transformed into a halo of light that merged into it.

Ivana immediately screamed in pain.

Searing Will....

Without the Grand Sorcerer to help banish this burning will, it would strike every ten hours, heating Ivana's blood to a boil before stopping.

It was rather a form of flaming torture to torment each other for eternity!