Northland, Wuthering Plains.

This is the Land of the Cold Wind, and it is also the oldest direct territory of the Illusory Witch, and it is also the location of its origin witch tower.

For thousands of years, the Phantom Witches were undoubtedly the least social, and had always liked to be alone. They rarely deal with the outside world, and their internal experiences and inheritances have always been mysterious.

As a result, Wuthering Plains has become an inaccessible and desolate witch's territory!

But today, the witch tower standing silently in the middle of the Wuthering Plains has become extremely lively and noisy, and it can even be called dire.

Because, there is an enemy!

Dare to come to the door in the territory of the Northland witches to cause trouble, to be honest, it has never happened in thousands of years. As a result, many Northland witches were confused and even more inexplicable when they received a message for help from the illusory witches.

Many Rank 4 witches came out of their respective laboratories or secondary planes, and flocked to the Whirring Plains in droves. However, before they could get close to the 'battlefield', they already felt the scorching breath coming to their faces.

Battlefield...... At this time, the Wuthering Plains has become a battlefield!

It was the middle of the night.

The night sky of Wuthering Plains was already burning, and large clusters of red clouds covered the sky, reflecting most of the sky in a dark red.

There seemed to be a terrible demon hidden in the billowing red clouds, roaring and unleashing a rain of meteors that bombarded the lone wizard's tower.

The Witch Tower trembled.

The elemental barriers that lingered around the tower were stacked one after another, relying on the layers of elemental protection to block the scorching red fireballs that fell sharply. But the fierce force of the fireball also continued to shake the Witch Tower, making it tremble under the successive fireball bombardments.

The Witch Tower isn't just about defense, either.

The body of the tower is surging with a terrifying surging energy, and every time the sorcery energy gathers to a certain level, it will turn into a terrifying sorcery to launch a counterattack against the enemy under the guidance of the strange attack witch array.

But what is surprising is that no matter how the witch tower attacks, the witchcraft will disappear silently as long as it is submerged in the red cloud, as if there is a gluttonous monster there that can devour everything, swallowing all attacks.

As a last resort, the witch who presided over the witch tower could only disperse the attack witchcraft and replace it with a large number of dispel witchcraft, wanting to break through the fire cloud to see who the real enemy was.

It's a pity that the dispersal technique that rained down on the sky didn't have any effect.

The red clouds were still churning and rolling there, emitting a deafening elemental roar, and then a rain of fire rained down from the sky with a ferocious fire meteor, destroying the Witch Tower and the surrounding land.

If it were in the past, I am afraid that the high-ranking witches stationed in the Origin Witch Tower would have led their subordinates to rush out to find the enemy desperately. But today, these hypocritical witches are surprisingly low-key and forbearing, even if the Origin Witch Tower has been shaken, they will never show up.

As the Origin Tower of the Hypocritical Witch, it actually has the ability to transform the entire Wuthering Plains into an alien illusion. But it's also strange that the hypocritical witches seem to have forgotten this ability, and they haven't tried to pull the enemy into the illusion until now.

It's not that they don't want to, it's ...... I really don't dare!

The witch leader hiding in the Witch Tower already knew who the enemy in the red cloud was, and she didn't want to be embarrassed in front of a real Rank 5 wizard. So, the only thing she could do now was endure and endure until the legendary fire witch was expelled from the wizarding world.

Suddenly there was a sound of wind and thunder in the distant sky.

The dark clouds that crowded the sky were pressed by a wild momentum like a mountain and a sea, piling up towards the Wuthering Plains.

When they piled up like a thick marshmallow, with a loud and high-pitched dragon roar, the dark clouds burst through, and the fierce and fierce huge body of the corpse dragon Artest suddenly appeared in view.

Naturally, the hunched on the back of the corpse dragon is Ksuna, the leader of the Witch of Death!

Before anyone arrived, a thunderous roar had already rolled in.

"Grim, what the hell do you want to do? This is the Northlands, so you can't go wild here!"

In the other direction, the chirping ghost roared into the sky, and two powerful witches, one black and one white, with completely different forms and costumes, floated and stopped far on the edge of the red cloud.

It was another super powerhouse in the Northlands, Sylvia, the leader of the Pale Witches.

There are a total of two super powerhouses of the Northland Witches, all of whom have now arrived, and on the periphery of the battlefield, they can still feel the soul light shining like a spark.

To put it mildly, all the high-ranking witches from the entire Northland, who are slightly famous, have already arrived, but they have not shown up because of Ksuna's orders.

The red cloud was slightly divided, revealing a young and handsome male witch inside, who was two meters tall and muscular. Wrapped around his body was a dark red witch robe, with no magical aura on it, and it seemed to be just an ordinary robe.

This face, this figure, the witches of the Northland are simply familiar with it, it is the legendary fire witch Grim who has turned the entire wizarding world upside down in the past hundreds of years.

Grim revealed his figure, looked at Ksuna coldly, and said hesitantly: "Ksuna, this is the etiquette for you to meet a superior wizard?"

Ksuna's body stiffened, and a look of embarrassment flashed across her delicate and cold face. Finally, she lowered her head, touched her chest with her hand, and bowed respectfully, "I've seen Grand Wizard Grim!"

Sylvia, who was standing on the edge of the battlefield and was watching from afar, was also embarrassed, so she could only bow down with her Origin Spirit and say hello to Grim.

There is no way, the wizard camp has always distinguished the high and the low by giving gifts. The one level higher is the lower one, and when they see that the upper wizard has poor etiquette, if the other party uses this as a lever to condemn them, even the backers behind them are powerless.

"Now that you know the right thing to do, stand down, I have some old debts to deal with the deceitful witch!" said Grim.

Ksuna straightened up suddenly, and said, "Grim...... My lord, although you are now a fifth-order great wizard, don't forget, we Northland witches also have backers behind us!"

"Oh, are you threatening me?"

"Don't dare, I just want to remind you that sooner or later you will have to go to the extraterritorial star sea. If it's too embarrassing here, I can't explain it when I see my family. ”

"Explain? What do I need to explain? This slut once ambushed me halfway, if it weren't for my big life and escaped her 'Dream Killing Technique', do you think I would still be able to stand here now?"

Ksuna fell silent.

This world has always been respected by the strong, and all the right to speak is in the hands of the superiors.

Now, Grim has become a fifth-order great wizard, and he has become one of the few people in power in the wizard camp. As he said, even the great witches couldn't ignore the vengeful power of a great wizard.

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

"I don't lack resources, I just want to meet the guy who dared to attack me halfway. Why, don't you even dare to show up?" The latter sentence Grim aimed directly at the Witch Tower, and the rolling sound splashed the fireflies of the impact of the Witch Tower, the origin of the hypocritical witch, and shattered the force field protection layer after layer.

And what's even more terrifying is that where Grim's will extends, even the dimensional laws of this region will tremble and twist for it. If he wanted to, he would even be able to sever the spiritual connection between the surrounding Rank 4 elemental wizards and this heaven and earth.

Of course, doing so would undoubtedly cause him to suffer a great deal of dimensional backlash. It's just that in the area where his will is rampant, even the laws of the plane have to be manipulated and rewritten by him. No wizard below him could connect to the laws of the upper plane to enhance his elemental power as he had done in the past.

Grim once made a simple assessment: in the rule field of his will, the elemental wizard is the most affected, and the power is reduced by at least half, the bloodline wizard is second, and the combat power will also be reduced by 20-30%, and only the refining wizard is the least affected, within 10%......

Therefore, it can be said politely that the suppression of elemental or law wizards by rule wizards is fundamental, comprehensive, and irresistible!

As if sensing the resoluteness of Grim's will, a thin and slender woman appeared on a small platform on the upper floor of the Witch Tower.

What an ugly and senile witch!

She looked like a skinned toad, her exposed skin festering and covered with clouds of green smoke and blood blisters of abscesses and pus. The once beautiful and delicate face is gone, leaving only a pitted and terrible face as if it had been splashed with sulfuric acid.

Belch......

Grim was also shocked.

If it weren't for the soul breath in the other party's body, I'm afraid he would have thought that this was another impostor.

"Ivana, you...... What's wrong with you?" Ksuna had apparently not seen each other for a long time, and was shocked to see him look like this.

The people present were all high-level wizards, so they could naturally see at a glance that this was not an external trauma, but a real spiritual toxin. And looking at its appearance, it seems that this spiritual toxin has been haunting her for a long time, and has penetrated into the origin of her soul, making it diffuse a 'desperate' aura from the inside out, from the body and mind to the soul.

"That's what made me like this because of that battle...... Ivana trembled and screamed, "Isn't the pain I've endured in the past hundred years enough to offset my previous mistakes?"

"It's almost ...... plus this."

Grim snorted lightly, and a red light pierced through multiple magical protections and landed on Ivana's body, turning into a halo of light and blending into it.

Ivana immediately screamed in pain.

Searing Will......

Without the archmage's help in banishing this burning will, it would have flare-ups every ten hours, heating Ivana's blood to a boiling boil.

This is a kind of fire torture that tortures the other party for eternity!