Chapter 128: He’s Coming
Senior Byron sighed, his somewhat wooden face revealing a look of lingering fear.
“Thankfully, that wizard-level spirit wasn’t formed from the death of a wizard but was instead a new entity, condensed from numerous weak wraiths under the constraints of a soul storm. It’s incomplete. Because of this, its consciousness is extremely chaotic—though it has a main will, its actions are frequently influenced by the other lingering minds within it.”
At the front, Wright added with lingering fear, “Luckily, while we were holding off the spirit, Nick cast his Emotion Magic, disturbing its mind. That gave us the chance to escape. But Nick suffered an emotional collapse and nearly died—Byron had to knock him unconscious and carry him out.”
Hearing this, Saul looked at Nick, who was being carried on Byron’s back, with deep admiration.
Nick specialized in Emotion Magic, which required him to suppress his emotions at all times to avoid affecting his spells. However, because of this, if his emotions ever fluctuated violently, it could cause serious harm to himself.
Saul suspected that this might be why Nick had struggled to advance to Tier 3 for so long.
According to Byron’s continued recounting, as they fled, the spirit pursued them again, and in the chaos, they were separated from Wright.
Byron and Bill ended up stumbling back to the upper level of the cavern, where they unexpectedly ran into Saul’s pursuer.
That enemy, clad in silver armor, was incredibly strong, yet he was still unable to defeat Byron and Bill in a two-on-one fight.
Realizing their strength, the enemy chose not to continue the battle and quickly retreated.
“If Saul’s speculation is correct, then that silver-clad enemy is…” Wright recalled Saul’s previous encounter.
“Herman!” Byron confirmed the enemy’s identity. “One of the strongest Tier 3 apprentices from Landship Sail.”
But why would Landship Sail's strongest Tier 3 apprentice be here?
No one asked the question aloud, but everyone instinctively thought of the four people Bill had killed. Could one of them have been close to Herman?
“A three-masted ship along with Herman... Landship Sail must have sent a lot of people this time.” Wright, running ahead, turned back to Saul and gave him a thumbs-up. “For you to have survived all that is seriously impressive!”
“But the real problem now is that once we reach the surface, we might get bombarded by the three-masted ship’s cannons.”
Trapped between two dangers, the situation was dire.
Saul also fell into deep thought—what could they do in this situation?
“Unless they are absolutely sure they can eliminate all of us, Landship Sail. won’t dare to act openly.” Bill, still sprinting ahead, didn’t seem too worried. “Don’t forget what happened the last time the Tower Master dealt with Landship Sail's captain. They haven’t dared to step foot into the Wizard Tower’s territory for a long time.”
“Don’t be so optimistic, Bill! If they truly didn’t dare act against the Wizard Tower, then why was Saul forced underground by them?” Wright countered.
Regardless of whether Landship Sail. would act against them, they had no choice but to keep running toward the surface.
Between Tier 3 apprentices from Landship Sail and a wizard-level spirit, the latter was far more terrifying.
“The best outcome would be getting Landship Sail. to fight the wraith while we escape,” Bill suddenly glanced back, his eyes flickering with an eerie glow, as if plotting something.
“What’s that ahead?”
Saul, who had been intently watching the path forward, suddenly issued a warning.
“What?” Bill, leading at the front, quickly turned back—only to see a row of white, ghostly figures appear in the tunnel ahead.
These were the armless remnants they had encountered before.
However, unlike before—when these remnants were cautious, silent, and kept their distance—this time, their eyebrows and mouths were twisted into exaggerated, grotesque smiles.
It was as if strings were pulling their features into expressions of twisted joy, but there wasn’t a trace of actual happiness in their eyes.
Statding shoulder to shoulder, these spectral figures blocked the entire passageway.
“Hah, a bunch of trash.” Bill sneered and charged forward without hesitation, aiming to run straight through the phantom wall.
But the moment he collided with the ghostly figures, a massive force rebounded him backward.
“What?!” Bill’s eyes widened in disbelief.
Wright quickly followed, kicking at the figures, but it felt as though he had kicked a wall of flesh.
He immediately channeled his magic, summoning an earthen spike that stabbed toward the spectral wall—only for the spike to snap apart the instant it made contact.
And yet, instead of attacking, the armless phantoms simply grinned even wider.
Byron fired a black beam of magic—finally, a string of wraiths shrieked in agony and dispersed.
Saul copied Byron, using his own necrotic spell, but his effectiveness was far lower—he could only destroy one phantom at a time.
It was then that Saul realized—the temperature around them had dropped drastically.
Dressed in only a light robe with an outer layer, he actually felt cold.
“It must be coming soon!” Wright suddenly shouted, his voice trembling. “Only a wizard-level spirit could temporarily solidify these remnants!”
“Stop screaming! Do you think we don’t know?!” Bill snapped as he continued attacking.
His poisonous mist was completely ineffective against these spirits, but as a seasoned Tier 3 apprentice, Bill still had a few spells for dealing with wraiths.
Wright, on the other hand, only knew the basic Necrotic Strike, making his effectiveness as low as Saul’s.
At last, when they had almost broken through the spectral barrier, new ghostly figures began emerging from the walls and ground.
These new armless remnants, with the same exaggerated smiles, walked forward to reform the barricade.
The wall of spirits, which had been thinning, became even thicker than before.
Saul attempted to attack the ghosts that hadn't yet joined the wall, only to discover that they were now intangible, as if they weren’t truly there.
That left them with only one option—to keep attacking the spectral wall.
At this moment, Saul also noticed that the walls and ground were now covered in frost.
It was getting even colder.
Wright, who had been struggling the most, finally snapped and shouted in desperation, “He’s coming! Stop holding back!”
He immediately activated a scroll and hurled it toward the spectral wall.
Upon contact, the scroll unfolded into a black vortex, forming a small swirling hole in midair.
Dust swirled as the vortex began pulling everything in.
The armless spirits shrieked, their bodies twisting as they were sucked into the void—as if dissolving.
Even Saul, standing in the back, felt his consciousness being drawn toward the vortex.
Whatever spell that scroll contained—it was extremely powerful… and definitely extremely expensive.
Wright’s face twitched as he watched the spell unfold, his complexion turning even paler.
At the same time, Byron and Bill’s magic surged, their mana fluctuations skyrocketing—they were now casting Second-Tier spells.
Saul didn’t waste the opportunity either—he finally activated the Soul Borer spell he had been preparing.
With their combined unrestrained attacks, the spectral wall finally collapsed.
They kept attacking while pushing forward, trying to break through faster.
—Rip!—
As Saul took a step forward, he felt his shoe stick to the ground—it was freezing over.
The cold had intensified.
He couldn’t help but glance back.
The tunnel behind them was still shrouded in darkness.
But Saul could feel it—
A terrible presence was approaching.
Just like Wright had said—
He’s coming.
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