Chapter 275 - 277: Easy

Chapter 275: Chapter 277: Easy

’After being transformed by the Power of the World, my Chaos Magic Power has gained something extra. The resulting Thunder Element seems... purer.’

Andre felt the mysterious fluctuation in his body. With no time for further thought, he let out a sharp cry. The golden, pillar-like lightning bolt before him was suddenly covered in countless, densely packed, cyan-purple sparks.

These sparks were incredibly fine, and as they shrouded the golden lightning, they added an eerie coloration to it.

Then, as if hurling a javelin, Andre threw the lightning bolt forward.

In that instant, all other sounds ceased. Nothing could be heard between heaven and earth but the rolling thunder, which echoed like war drums beating an incessant rhythm.

"What is this?"

Feng Chi heard the sudden clap of thunder but had yet to react.

But then, a golden lightning bolt of immense size shot past him, just grazing his side.

The golden bolt passed him by, but the cyan-purple sparks entwined around its exterior did not.

A single cyan-purple spark was all it took to incinerate Feng Chi, leaving only ash behind.

If that was Feng Chi’s fate, how could Wind Will beside him fare any better?

With a soft SIZZLE, Wind Will, too, was reduced to cinders.

"What is this Power?! Block it! Shield of Ten Thousand Feathers!"

Feng Liehuo, the one with eight pairs of wings, stared wide-eyed at the sudden appearance of the golden lightning bolt.

But when he sensed the Power fluctuations emanating from the bolt, Feng Liehuo’s soul nearly fled his body in terror.

This was not a Power he could face head-on; his only hope was to resist it with his Witchcraft.

And so, Feng Liehuo unleashed his Racial Secret Technique, ripping every feather from the eight pairs of wings on his back.

The feathers flew from his wings, rapidly expanding as they amassed before him, forming a shield of pure white plumage.

But the feathered shield’s defense was not particularly strong, and it failed to save Feng Liehuo’s life.

In a mere instant, the so-called Shield of Ten Thousand Feathers was pierced clean through by the golden lightning.

Even Feng Liehuo himself was sent hurtling back by the bolt, propelled directly into the ranks of the Racial Alliance Army.

"Those Wind Feather Race guys are pathetic. Why are they dragging their feet against a single enemy?"

"Seriously. Even the members of the Rat Demon Race are braver than them."

"Still testing the waters against one opponent? If word of this gets out, it’ll be a complete embarrassment."

At that moment, the ranks of the Racial Alliance Army were filled with taunts aimed at the Wind Feather Race.

Upon hearing these jeers, the members of the Wind Feather Race clenched their fists in anger.

But in the next moment, everyone’s eyes went wide as a pillar of golden lightning hurtled toward them.

"Defend! Defend!"

Someone in the Racial Alliance Army was shouting at the top of their lungs, ordering everyone to mount a defense.

But it was too late. While Andre’s current Power couldn’t push the golden lightning to the speed of light, it still crossed the distance and reached the Racial Alliance Army in the blink of an eye.

The golden lightning then erupted violently, instantly blanketing more than half of the Racial Alliance Army. Screams of agony immediately filled the air.

’One more time.’ Andre condensed a second bolt of golden lightning. Then, just like the first, he hurled it forward as if it were a javelin.

The destination of this bolt was the area right beside the first.

"He can unleash that kind of Power twice in a row? Is that guy even human?!"

The members of the Racial Alliance Army who were trying to rescue the wounded stared, eyes wide, as the second bolt followed so closely on the heels of the first. They began cursing Andre, calling him a monster.

But no matter how viciously they cursed, it was futile. The inevitable was coming.

When this golden lightning bolt reached the Racial Alliance Army, it too exploded, transforming into a sea of electricity that engulfed the remaining troops.

As the second bolt detonated, the sea of lightning created by the first rapidly merged with it, forming a vast region ruled entirely by electricity, which relentlessly struck down the soldiers trapped within.

"ROAR!" At this, the figures in the Racial Alliance Army equivalent to Level 3 Wizards could no longer stand by. Roaring, they unleashed their Witchcraft, attempting to drive the golden lightning away.

But the golden lightning clung to them like a relentless plague. Once touched by it, they could not shake it off. It was nigh impossible to even neutralize or dispel it with their own Witchcraft.

"What in the hell is this Power? It’s stickier than shit! An enemy like this is just vile. I’ve never fought anyone so disgusting!"

These curses spewed from the mouths of those trying to purge the golden lightning from their bodies.

Just then, as the first soldier from the Racial Alliance Army fell, all the Power within his body was completely absorbed by the golden lightning.

The golden lightning then grew a fraction stronger.

And as more and more soldiers from the Racial Alliance Army died, the Power of the golden lightning grew ever stronger.

’It strengthens itself by killing its enemies... Just what in the world is this Power?’

At this point, no one in the Racial Alliance Army could remain calm.

If the situation continued to develop this way, it wouldn’t be long before the golden lightning became a threat even to those at the Commander Level.

Commander Level was the designation in the Cosmic Sea World for beings equivalent to a Level 2 Wizard.

After all the Commanders were dead, the great figures at the Leader Level—those equivalent to Level 3 Wizards—would also perish under the torment of the golden lightning.

Just then, Andre removed the Ten Thousand Laws Wheel from his hand and tossed it into the sky.

The Ten Thousand Laws Wheel immediately absorbed all the gray mist surrounding Andre. It then began to expand and rotate, preparing to unleash a Witchcraft.

At the same time, Andre charged toward the Racial Alliance Army. With his current strength, running through the air was no problem at all.

"That bastard!" Seeing Andre charge them, one of the great figures at the Leader Level became even more enraged.

To reduce the Racial Alliance Army to such a state and then dare to come and reap the harvest—this was absolutely unforgivable.

Several great figures at the Leader Level charged out from the Racial Alliance Army, prepared to fight Andre to the death.

Just then, Andre took out the Splitting Heavy Sword and began pouring both Divine Power and Chaos Magic Power into it.

As the mixture of Divine Power and Chaos Magic Power was infused into the Splitting Heavy Sword, a previously collapsed Witchcraft Array suddenly repaired itself.

The Splitting Heavy Sword began to expand in Andre’s hand, eventually transforming into a massive greatsword perfectly suited for him.

"ROAR!" As Andre clashed with these Leader Level figures, they let out ferocious roars, attempting to intimidate him.

But to their surprise, with a single, fluid swing of his sword, Andre sliced their heads from their shoulders as easily as a hot knife cuts through butter.