And those Rotting Corpse Wolves that ran fast had just reached the edge of the Land of the Living Dead at this moment.
But when they tried to run out, they slammed straight into the light array, and it felt just like crashing into glass.
Not only did it make those Rotting Corpse Wolves let out miserable cries, it even knocked them back a short distance.
Some that hit especially hard, Ethan could hear the sound of bones breaking from their noses even from far away.
'That must have hurt.'
"Awoo!"
The Rotting Corpse Wolves let out mournful cries.
But Ethan had no intention of caring about how pitiful these Rotting Corpse Wolves were. Leaving behind a few of these vengeful dark creatures, whether they'd come back for revenge or not aside, just having them wandering around his territory every day would already be very dangerous.
After all, his people didn't have Ethan's level of combat strength.
If a couple of them got killed later, then the loss would be Ethan's.
Anyway, since the chance was here, if he could wipe them all out in one go, then he would.
BOOM!
Ethan walked toward the pack of Rotting Corpse Wolves, raising his hand as he moved and casting the Great Fireball Technique.
Against this kind of small fry, there was naturally no need to use a level 4 Great Fireball. Level 1 or 2 was already enough, but Ethan wanted the experience, so he still used the level 4 compressed Great Fireball.
BOOM! BOOM!!
One mini Great Fireball after another shot out from Ethan's palm.
Ever since the Great Fireball Technique reached level 4, whether it was the speed of condensing fireballs or the accuracy of throwing them, everything had become extremely fast, precise, and ruthless.
Even the number of fireballs he could release had increased quite a bit.
The only thing that hadn't increased was probably his mental power recovery speed.
He'd have to ask the two Archmages later how to improve his mental power recovery speed. Otherwise, every time he fought monsters he'd have to rely on potions, which was not only wasteful but also a huge delay.
BOOM! BOOM!
One Rotting Corpse Wolf after another was blasted into the air by Ethan.
On top of that, this compressed version of the Great Fireball was extremely powerful. Any Rotting Corpse Wolf that got hit directly exploded on the spot, blown into chunks of filthy rotten flesh that splattered everywhere.
It scared the surrounding wolves so badly that they all tucked their tails and ran like mad.
But… to the east was the cursed doll. Touch it and you die.
"Awoo~"
The leading Rotting Corpse Wolf let out a strange cry and immediately turned to run west.
But as soon as they turned, they ran into a group of wriggling monstrous worms on the ground. The leading wolves were running too fast and got their necks wrapped up by those worms. Then the remaining wolves could only watch helplessly as those worms extended their long tails into their bellies.
Right after that, the black energy inside their bodies was sucked away by those long worms.
And the worms that absorbed the black energy actually continued to grow.
It scared the wolves to death.
"Awoo~"
The new leading Rotting Corpse Wolf, seeing this, immediately led the remaining pack to change direction again.
But when they ran south, they ran into the god of slaughter again. That god of slaughter held fire in his hand, and with a casual wave, could turn them to ashes.
"Awooo~"
The wolf pack let out cries of despair with nowhere left to run.
'Why are we so miserable!'
'We only came to help the Tyrant put on a show, shout some cheers, maybe yell a few "666," thinking that if we can't win we will just run away.'
But instead, they got trapped in this damned place and were being used like dog heads to farm experience.
Boom! BOOM! BOOM!
Taking advantage of the wolves having nowhere to escape, Ethan unleashed another wave of Great Fireballs without hesitation.
In an instant, corpses of wolves covered the ground.
[Great Fireball Technique - Level 4: EXP 380/1000]
[Mental Power: 3500/6000]
As the level of the Great Fireball Technique increased, the experience required to level it up also rose accordingly.
Previously, reaching level 4 only needed 500 EXP. Now it had jumped straight to 1000.
But each level 4 Great Fireball still only gave 10 EXP. At this rate, when the hell would it reach 1000 points.
And that wasn't even the main issue.
Every time he cast a level 4 Great Fireball, it consumed 200 mental power, directly double that of the level 3 version. But when he went from level 3 to level 4, his mental power had only increased by a mere 1000 points.
Which meant, if he wanted to level the Great Fireball Technique to level 5, he'd need to cast it 100 times. At 200 per cast, he'd need at least 20,000 mental power.
The recovery speed was 10 points per minute. For 20,000 mental power, that meant 2000 minutes, which was over 33 hours.
What kind of joke was this.
Glug! Glug! Glug!
Ethan angrily took a big gulp of a mental power recovery potion.
In an instant, his consumed mental power was restored. Taking advantage of the potion's effect, he hurried to cast fireballs. He cast them so quickly that the Great Fireballs linked together into a flaming centipede, smashing once more into those Rotting Corpse Wolves that had already been killed.
And those wolves that hadn't died yet, watching their companions' corpses being repeatedly blasted… Couldn't help but shed miserable tears.
———
On the tree branch.
Nostradamus and Genie Sylas both stared at Ethan below, completely stunned.
"Old ghost, isn't your disciple a bit ridiculous?", Genie Sylas said in disbelief, "How can he throw out compressed Great Fireballs like they cost nothing? Is his mental power directly connected to the sea of stars or something? Otherwise, why can he use it endlessly?"
"This… I don't know either," Nostradamus also looked confused, "Before, I clearly saw him struggle just to use a few split fireballs. No idea how he suddenly powered up."
"How about… you ask him later how he did it? See if he can teach a couple of tricks?"
"You're an Archmage, and you still want face or not?"
"What's the big deal?", Genie Sylas chuckled, "He's your disciple, not mine. Besides, don't you want to know how he has endless mental power? If I had that ability back then, I wouldn't have been captured and sealed inside a lamp."
"If you want to ask, go ask yourself. I don't have the face for it!"
Nostradamus rolled his eyes and ignored Genie Sylas.
Seeing that Ethan's battle was nearing its end, Genie Sylas snatched the teapot back from Nostradamus and flew down to the ground holding it, just about to help Ethan clean up the remaining few Rotting Corpse Wolves—
"Don't touch my experience!", Ethan, as if facing a great enemy, hurriedly blocked in front of the few remaining trembling wolves, "These wolves are mine!"
"Huh?", Genie Sylas looked at Ethan in confusion, "What, is killing wolves some kind of reward event now?"
"No, but…", Ethan didn't know how to explain it, so he simply didn't, "Anyway, just don't touch them!"
After saying that, Ethan quickly turned back and continued firing a stream of Great Fireballs at the remaining Rotting Corpse Wolves.
At the same time, he muttered numbers under his breath: "970!"
"980!"
"990!"
"Level up!"
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