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Due to the differences between the systems of wizards and extraordinaries, the ability Su Changxing stole from Richie manifested in a chaotic state.

At the moment of Richie’s death, he stole the witchcraft, Destructive Fire Rain.

[Destructive Fire Rain: Domain-level witchcraft, a large-scale, highly destructive witchcraft. It is a top-tier witchcraft in the Wizard World and was created by Richie himself through the combination of domains.

It possesses an extremely terrifying suppressive force, capable of suppressing all forms of power, forcing acceptance of the fate of being burned.]

The card shattered in his hand.

Just like before, countless showers of fire appeared in the sky, falling downward.

In that instant, Su Changxing felt his body and soul begin to resonate; if Richie’s use of the witchcraft consumed one, his would consume five.

Since it was a stolen temporary ability, the consumption would exponentially increase under unsuitable conditions, which is a well-understood rule.

But at this moment, it was fatal for Su Changxing, who was already heavily injured, and the previous battles had already drained him considerably.

And this spell was like the last straw that broke the camel’s back, threatening to drain him completely.

However, the effect was achieved.

The unknown domain started showing signs of collapse even before it fully formed. Su Changxing seized the opportunity to see the Great Wizard’s true position, eight hundred meters to his front left.

Golden light refracted in the space.

He unfolded the domain, using it to unleash the White Feather Flashing, increasing the distance traveled, and instantly arrived in front of the Great Wizard.

With the sound of flesh being pierced by blades, Su Changxing’s battered body was once again cleaved in two. When he raised his gun, his arm was severed before he could even shoot.

At this moment, he was already running on empty, with actions and reactions a step slower than before. This minuscule difference was lethal in such high-level combat.

”What!”

Surprise appeared on the Great Wizard’s emaciated face as he suddenly realized the person in front of him was fake, just an illusion.

He had been deceived by such a seemingly crude trick.

Su Changxing’s real position appeared behind him, and instead of a revolver, he held a slender red scythe. The scythe drew a circle in the air, trailing a scarlet light blade, extremely stunning.

He didn’t know what he was thinking at that moment, or he wasn’t thinking at all, his mind blank.

This situation rarely happened to him; he was a rational and reasonable person, often simulating many scenarios in his mind before acting.

This approach made him feel confident.

But this time, there was no over-simulation, no extraneous thoughts; everything seemed instinctual, an instinct formed after many uses of abilities.

He never understood why ”Concentrating” could be so powerful, greatly making up for his lack of combat power.

He was sure the individual who passed down this ability had strength equal to or even stronger than the Wizard King.

But he had always used ”Concentrating” simply as a skill that could enhance other abilities, without deeply experiencing it.

When applied to firearms, ”Concentrating” increased power up to eighty times, but when applied to blades, this value could exceed and reach over a hundred times.

Every additional multiplier became a terrifying boost, a new breakthrough in power and combat strength.

Richie made him realize every ability has its limits, and with enough power, those limits can be broken.

His Dusk Domain overlaid with the Imprisonment Domain seemed strong but was suppressed by Richie with one hand, almost piercing through.

The form of power changes constantly, focusing on application!

A domain is just a form of power, recognized for its strength, but extraordinaries should have more than just this path.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of Chris, that ”brother” obsessed with power who ultimately fell under it.

With a sudden surge of grief and indignation, perhaps if Klein had taken the blame for patricide alone, there wouldn’t have been Chris’s obsession and the subsequent tragedy.

He remembered what Old Henry said, that extraordinaries lie in surpassing themselves, transcending this life, achieving the impossible; otherwise, why bear the name extraordinary?

Thinking of Jin’s smile.

Thinking of Shen Jinxuan’s dazed look.

Thinking of Zhu Wenwu’s expression of smiles tinged with worry upon departure.

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It seemed he thought nothing, yet his mind was filled with thoughts, calm yet chaotic.

With ”Concentrating” augmenting the scythe, producing a hundredfold power, then triggering ”Perfect Bullet Screen” with ”Spiritual Transcendence.”

Previously, he used the gun like a sword; now, he wielded the scythe like a gun.

This was a way he suddenly thought of, a method to perfectly coordinate his abilities for optimal combat strength.

Roaring, he swung the scythe, cutting twenty-six times in an instant, each slash like the gentle whisper of a trigger, with the gun chamber colliding heavily with the bullet’s tail.

The snakehead that resembled a blade was sliced off by him, severing countless snakes, whose blood pooled into streams on the ground.

On the twelfth slash, he pierced the unknown barrier in front of the wizard; he didn’t know what it was or its function, but it was irrelevant.

By the twenty-second slash, the entire domain was thoroughly penetrated, and the river of snakes beside it vanished.

The Great Wizard’s face showed terror; he couldn’t understand why this native from the Otherworld, with only half a body left, could unleash such combat power.

By the twenty-sixth slash, the Great Wizard’s body was cleaved into pieces; his life force rapidly drained, completely losing resistance, with the snakeheads turning to dust on the ground.

Covered in blood, Su Changxing also felt something in his body shatter.

That was a lock, and every being of ordered life held a Life Lock within them. The stronger the power, the higher the life level, the more they sensed the lock’s presence.

This lock was both a restriction and protection, as life has limits, and using overly powerful force could destroy oneself.

Su Changxing unleashed power exceeding the lock’s limit, showing signs of bodily collapse; a Tier Seven extraordinary shouldn’t possess such force.

It’s like a small child wielding a Barrett, killing the enemy, but also crushed by the gun’s recoil.

”Ha-ha!”

Su Changxing’s eyes widened as he laughed heartily, his eyes, tongue, and teeth filled with black blood.

At this moment, he only felt exhilarating relief as if expelling a chestful of foul air.

He lay beside the Great Wizard’s corpse, looking up at the sky, feeling that maybe everything was over, at least temporarily.

He then saw a massive explosion in Donglin City, blinding light illuminating the night sky, with giant doors beginning to sway.

This was the planned strategy; they would lure Richie out while Shen Xuan destroyed the doors.

Even if they weren’t Richie’s match, with the passageway destroyed, they could buy more time, serving as a contingency.

Su Changxing just closed his eyes, then suddenly reopened them, appearing greatly agitated, ”Great Wizard!”

A despairing situation.

At this moment, he felt a vast energy emerging in Donglin City, unmistakably that of the Great Wizard.

The Wizard World’s regard for the passage far exceeded their expectations.

The third Great Wizard!

But now, Su Changxing found it difficult to even move his body. The previous battle had drained him completely, and survival itself was questionable.

He coughed, blood accompanying his coughs, feeling suppressed, his facial expression twisted as if sobbing.

What is despair...

It’s giving your all, sacrificing everything, believing in success, but finding only darkness before you.

”Damn apocalypse!”

Su Changxing cursed softly, unable to shout; this was the loudest he could manage.

He felt that if ending was destined, they should have died from the start; what was the point of so much struggle, and what did it mean?

A futile endeavor indeed.

Yes, all he felt was a futile endeavor.

Maybe the path was wrong from the beginning, the direction wrong, leading to an ultimate dead end.

The old saying of everything straightening at the bridgehead is mere self-deception.

Every moment was a fight, every moment people died, with the horn sounding repeatedly from afar, leaving only advancement or advancement. This overten thousand strong seemed like moths to a flame.

”Marching to death!”

Su Changxing sent a message to Xu Kai, then lay motionless on the ground, waiting for death.

He sensed his body continuously collapsing, barely held together only by his strong physique.

This was the consequence of the Life Lock shattering, his body collapsing at a microscopic level.