Fiancée Stolen by MC, I Trip Them up

Chapter 560: Chapter 462: With the Strength of an Entire City, Help Me Become an Archmage!

As soon as the man finished speaking.

All the mages of the Water City began waving their magic staffs, chanting spells.

In an instant.

The world lost its color, and the water temperature became intensely cold.

Snowflakes fell from the sky, and Zhao Yi saw clearly that once the snowflakes landed somewhere, they immediately condensed into frost, which then began to crack.

Before long, the entire city started to fracture, snowflakes falling larger and larger, forcing Zhao Yi to dodge back and forth.

He still didn’t understand why this was happening, given that the spell, as far as he knew, could only be cast by a Magic God, creating an Ice and Snow Land.

A domain exclusive to a Magic God.

In this domain, as long as one touched a snowflake, death was not far away.

The snow’s temperature was no longer just cold; it was intensely freezing, capable of freezing the soul.

Although Zhao Yi’s body was strong, he dared not touch those snowflakes in this world.

Seeing him dodge continuously.

The man sneered disdainfully, "I thought you were capable, but you’re just so-so."

"This is just the beginning, and you can hardly withstand it. Once the snow falls heavier and the entire domain is blanketed by the blizzard, where will you hide then?"

Zhao Yi looked at him in confusion, "You’re merely at the level of a Great Mage. How could you achieve this level? This is a domain, which a mere Great Mage cannot achieve according to the Magic World’s Law, yet you managed it?"

The man sneered slightly, "The Magic World? It’s just a Little World."

"The rules in this world are constructed by the Heavenly Dao Will, and it’s he who established such an unreasonable place, and besides, who says there can only be five Magic Gods? Like me, Mordo stayed at the level of a Great Mage for decades, unable to gain the Heavenly Dao Will’s favor, thus unable to break through to become a Magic God and attain immortality. How could I obey the rules set by the Heavenly Dao Will?"

Such an overwhelming amount of information.

Zhao Yi had to dodge while thinking through his words.

The Heavenly Dao Will determines the operation of a world, and its rules must be the most suitable for this world, ensuring its smooth operation.

From previous explorations of the Cultivation World, Spirit Realm, Magic World, and Beastman World, it wasn’t difficult to know.

If a world had numerous strong individuals and perfect internal rules, its Heavenly Dao Will would also be immensely strong.

Thus, the Heavenly Dao Will couldn’t possibly not want more strong individuals to appear.

Moreover.

The fact that the Magic World could only have five Magic Gods truly upended Zhao Yi’s understanding.

You must know that at the Divine Mountain before, he slew a dozen Magic Gods in one go, far more than five according to this world’s rules.

Finally.

Mordo said he wouldn’t follow the rules of the Heavenly Dao Will, how is that possible?

As a native of this world, the Heavenly Dao Will has complete control and suppression over him.

Any sign of rebellion would immediately be erased by the Heavenly Dao Will.

But now.

Zhao Yi looked at him, seeing Mordo alive and well, and the Heavenly Dao Will hadn’t appeared.

Suddenly.

Zhao Yi thought of the Nether Tree, instinctively asking him, "Did you align with the Nether Tree?"

Mordo paused, then a peculiar expression emerged on his face, "You actually know about Lord Nether Tree?"

"Everything I have now comes from the blessings of the Nether Tree."

"If you are willing to embrace Lord Nether Tree, a Magic God would merely be the starting point for both of us, as we follow Lord Nether Tree, achieving eternal life alongside the Three Realms."

So that’s how it is.

Zhao Yi thought clearly in his heart.

He must have submitted to the Nether Tree like Hans from the Earth City and thus gained these powers that shouldn’t belong to him.

Unlike Hans, he had already reached the level of a Magic God, yet without the eerie and nauseating aura, it was truly baffling.

Mordo continued to wave his hands, causing the vast snow to fall.

For a moment, Zhao Yi was cornered with no room to evade.

A snowflake accidentally touched him, and just as he prepared to fight back with all his strength, he found that the snowflakes’ destructive power was much weaker than expected.

A true Magic God could not be so weak.

Moreover, he didn’t sense the aura of the Law from it.

"You haven’t reached a Magic God yet?"

"Without the Law Fragment, how did you manage it?"

Zhao Yi asked in confusion.

Mordo pointed to the city’s humans and the surrounding mages, saying with indifference, "What’s the harm in a Magic God?"

"In the future, even Magic Gods will be nothing more than Lord Nether Tree’s sustenance."

"The reason I’ve reached this level is thanks to these people. Just yesterday, I sacrificed the entire city to Lord Nether Tree. As a reward, Lord Nether Tree infused their magic power into me, allowing me to experience unprecedented power. This marvelous feeling is something you might never experience in your lifetime."

Zhao Yi’s face turned cold, staring at him.

He never expected such madness from this person.

How dare he?

Sacrificing a city with millions of lives to strengthen himself.

No wonder those people looked at him with terror, as they probably never imagined they’d one day be offered by their kin to a demon.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yi felt an immediate urge to cut him down a thousand times.

However.

At present, he couldn’t handle this person on his own.

Although Mordo hadn’t truly reached the level of a Magic God, even as a Pseudo-Magic God, he was not someone Zhao Yi could contend with.

Thus, he could only enlist help from the people of the Earth City.

Although they were not very strong, Zhao Yi had already discerned the pattern; defeating him was only a matter of time.

With this thought, Zhao Yi suddenly gathered his magic power and, enveloped in the Armor of Earth, charged out of Mordo’s domain in an instant.

If Mordo were a true Magic God, Zhao Yi would never have succeeded.

But unfortunately, Mordo fell short of that level.

Upon reaching the ground,

When Zhao Yi relayed what he’d seen and heard to everyone, it instantly incited panic among some.

"The people of the Water City are all dead, and Mordo has reached the level of a Pseudo-Magic God. How are we to fight this?"

"We’ve already lost so many comrades and don’t wish for more senseless sacrifices!"

"I say, we should leave here. With our strength, it’s impossible to defeat him."

"I’ve lost all my family; now, I only want to live well in their place."

Thinking of Mordo’s power, more and more people showed fear.

Having experienced battle with John, they naturally understood Mordo’s terror, harder to deal with than John and costing more lives.

At this moment.

Hans stood up, speaking firmly, "I’ll go!"

Then he looked at everyone, his voice like thunder.

"Fragile seeds will die in a greenhouse, but strong seeds can sprout even in the desert!"

"Given our lessons from the Earth City and Water City, running away will only hasten destruction!"