162: Chapter 161 Breaking Their Staffs

As they waved their staves, the surrounding seawater began to drop in temperature rapidly.

"Hummm—"

A piercing resonance echoed through the water; thousands of mages chanted in unison, causing massive water-elemental energy to gather frantically within the sea.

"Oh no!" Gu Yanxiao's expression changed abruptly, "They are preparing a large-scale joint Spell!"

Gu Han couldn't worry about collateral damage and immediately ordered the Leviathan Ant-men.

"Discharge electricity to interrupt them!"

Countless high-voltage arcs wove into a massive electric net, enveloping the Kuanglan Race mage formation.

The Kuanglan Race had been prepared; hundreds of Level 9 powerhouses pushed their Physical Bodies to the front, forcefully tanking the high-voltage electric net to reduce the lightning interference for the mages in the rear.

"Rummmble!"

The Spell took form, condensing thousands of terrifying ice spears, each over ten meters long and as thick as a barrel, within the seawater.

The runes on the chests of those Kuanglan Race mages suddenly lit up.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

The first wave of ice spears poured down like a rainstorm, piercing directly through the carapaces of thousands of Ant-Fist Shrimp-Man and freezing them.

Immediately after, the runes flashed, and a second wave of overlapping ice spears followed, striking down along the same trajectory.

A mage's overlapping casting!

Gu Han gasped.

Even with a numerical advantage, swaths of Ant-Fist Shrimp-Man fell like cut wheat; this was the power of back-row mages.

But the Kuanglan Race mages had already begun chanting their second round of Spells. This time, what condensed in the seawater was not ice spears, but a massive water-elemental storm with a diameter of over a thousand meters.

Violent turbulence tore at everything in the vicinity, causing even the massive bodies of the Ant-Fist Titans in the front row to sway unsteadily.

Gu Han furrowed his brows, preparing to order the Leviathan Ant-men to launch a collective suicide charge.

A massive, cyan hemispherical shield suddenly expanded from behind.

A vast amount of wind-elemental energy swirled on the surface of the shield, forcefully pushing all the surging seawater away.

"Divine Master! I have come to assist you!"

Ier held the new Staff Gu Han had bought for him, his aged face full of fanaticism, his mage robe flapping in the agitation of the wind-elemental energy.

Following behind him was a large group of Elf Race members, fully dressed and looking somewhat flustered.

These guys had actually crossed the God Kingdom portal themselves and run directly to the front line.

Gu Han smacked his forehead through his diving suit helmet.

He had actually forgotten about Ier, this Archmage.

If he had brought this old man earlier, with this Wind Shield that could push away seawater, he wouldn't even need to wear this heavy diving suit.

Ier waved his staff in the air, stirring up a large expanse of cyan wind.

"I will let you heretics know that my Elf Race is the true favorite of the Spell God!"

Ier chanted at an incredibly fast speed, his hair dancing wildly.

The Elf Race members behind him, though not yet at the Transcendent level, collectively pressed their palms together.

Gentle green lights flew from their hands, landing precisely on the battlefield ahead.

The Ant-Fist Shrimp-Man, who had been grazed by ice spears and were bleeding profusely, found their wounds slowly healing under the cover of the healing Spells.

The broken limbs gradually scabbed over; the Shrimp-Men let out roars as they swam again, charging toward the enemy formation.

Up ahead, the giant water tornado jointly cast by the Kuanglan Race mages was already pressing down.

As the chanting finished, Ier raised his staff abruptly, and the gem at the top of the staff erupted with dazzling cyan light.

"Sky-Storm Banishment!"

Inside the previously calm shield, eight giant, twisting wind pillars instantly swirled up.

The wind pillars rushed out of the shield like snakes, carrying sharp whistling sounds as they slammed fiercely into the seawater ahead.

Two distinct elemental powers collided with a roar.

The eight giant storms cleverly followed the trajectory of that massive water tornado, forcefully slicing it into several sections.

The Kuanglan Race formation clearly fell into chaos for a moment, their spellcasting rhythm interrupted.

This was the experience of an old mage; this large-scale joint Spell had astonishing power, but he did not choose to fight it head-on, instead attacking its weak points to resolve the threat.

Ier did not stop, his chanting continuous.

He flicked his left hand and slashed it fiercely across the sharp part of the staff's tip.

Flesh tore, blood gushed out, and he cleanly smeared it onto the gem of the staff.

The originally cyan gem was instantly stained with an eerie blood-red.

"Divine Master!" Ier turned his head and shouted toward Gu Han's direction, "There are too many of them on the other side; a head-on war of attrition is unfavorable for us! Next, I will use a Pseudo-Forbidden Spell to break their formation!"

Before Gu Han could respond, Ier had already closed his eyes, veins bulging on his forehead, his face distorted by the mana overload.

The staff in his hand trembled violently, as if it might fly out of his grip at any moment.

"Calling upon the authority left behind by the Spell God!"

"With my blood, gather the winds of this world!"

"Descend, Wrath of the Gods—"

The surrounding seawater began to churn, and the wind-elemental energy from the God Kingdom gathered, becoming so dense that it formed visible cyan light bands within the water.

"Sweep away everything before me, crush all living beings in this world!"

Gu Han immediately issued instructions through the Oracle.

All Ant-Fist Shrimp-Man and Ant-Fist Titans retreated, avoiding the area directly in front of Ier, ready to follow this charge at any moment.

The Kuanglan Race mages on the opposite side could never have imagined that the opposing Archmage could use a Pseudo-Forbidden Spell; they were still trying to re-condense water-elemental energy.

The cyan storm had already taken shape in front of Ier.

The Wrath of the Wind God descended.

This power was simply unreasonable; it directly churned the seawater ahead, instantly creating an absolute vacuum zone.

Violent wind blades, mixed with a pressure that could tear everything apart, instantly swept through the entire Kuanglan Race mage formation.

The enemy formation collapsed instantly.

The Level 7 Kuanglan Race mages who had been hiding comfortably in the back casting Spells didn't even have time to put up defensive Spells before they were sliced into countless fragments by the violent wind blades.

Blue runic energy flashed frantically in the storm, attempting to reconstruct their bodies.

But the cutting speed of the wind blades far exceeded the repair speed of the runes.

Their staves lost control in the storm, flying wildly with the wind and waves.

The Level 9 Kuanglan Race warriors on the periphery were also blown about by this terrifying wind pressure, unable to stand their ground.

Ier gasped for air, heavy sweat streaming down his cheeks, his soaked hair plastered tightly against his long Elf ears.

The old man supported himself firmly with his staff, his face pale as gold, yet he still roared toward the front, "Quick! Snap their staves!"

Gu Han reacted extremely quickly and immediately understood what Ier meant.

The Kuanglan Race could rely on runic power to reshape their bodies; as long as they were given time, those mages who had been smashed to bits could still come back to life.

"All units, charge! Target the staves, smash them all for me!"

One hundred thousand Ant-Fist Titans and ten million Ant-Fist Shrimp-Man merged into a black, surging tide and rushed up.

A massive Ant-Fist Shrimp-Man rushed to the very front.

Its pair of exaggerated shrimp hammers smashed fiercely onto a staff inlaid with water-blue gems.

The staff snapped upon impact.

The mage who lost their staff became a toothless tiger, unable to use high-consumption Spells. They could only allow the Ant-Fist Shrimp-Man to use brute force to smash their newly condensed limbs again.

"Well done!" Gu Han cheered loudly from the back.

The Level 9 Kuanglan Race warriors who had survived the Wrath of the Wind God finally stabilized their footing.

These Level 9 Kuanglan Race warriors fell into a complete frenzy.

A massive Level 9 Kuanglan Race warrior swung its thick arms, and overlapping runic power erupted, instantly blasting the hundreds of Ant-Fist Shrimp-Man that had surrounded it into pulp.

Several massive Ant-Fist Titans, cooperating with the immortal green-skinned Titans, directly surrounded that Level 9 Kuanglan Race warrior.

Heavy fists clashed.

The bodies of the green-skinned Titans shattered repeatedly in the impact, only to recover in just a few seconds.

Countless Leviathan Ant-men crawled out from the ground, their soft yet tough tentacles tightly binding the Level 8 Kuanglan Race warriors who were attempting to provide support.

"Zzzzt—"

High-voltage electric current output at full power.

The bound Kuanglan Race warriors struggled frantically, tearing at the binding tentacles, but under the double electric shock, their movements appeared slightly sluggish.

The Wild King watched his descendants falling one after another, his eyes splitting with rage. He swung his fists, dealing heavy damage in all directions. Although he was Level 3, his combat power was far higher than that of a Level 3 Transcendent, and his combat techniques were skilled; he fought while retreating.

The Wild King knew well that his defense was weak, so he never entangled with the Kuanglan Race for more than one move, remaining very slippery.

Rather than killing these Kuanglan Race warriors who could revive, it was better to severely injure them, limiting their movements and creating a favorable situation for his descendants.

A Level 9 Kuanglan Race warrior lurking in the shadows suddenly struck from the side, heading straight for the back of the Wild King, who was fighting all around.

"Old Ancestor, look out!"