Naturally, the creatures of disaster would not allow the wizards to advance to the bottom of the rift so easily.
If that happened, they would lose the protection of the horde of mutated beasts and could only fight with the wizards who had the advantage of the territory.
Therefore, the horde of mutated beasts came out of the rift in an even more frenzied manner, surging towards the wizard army like a tide.
On the ground, the densely packed mutated beasts used their flesh and blood to block the advance of the magic armor warriors. On the rock walls on both sides, mutated beasts ran and climbed as if they were flying, pouncing towards the wizards at the back of the team.
At this moment, the wizards standing in the front row immediately sprinkled a dazzling fluorescent light, summoning huge activated runes and war puppets that were more than ten meters tall.
Compared to the magic armor warriors, these war puppets had solid metal bodies. They were humanoid, beast-shaped, or even magical creatures. No matter which one it was, they all had terrifying killing techniques and methods.
They were like an iron wall, blocking the swarming mutated beasts from all directions. Waving the dense sword formation around them, they killed their way into the horde of mutated beasts like a tornado.
One by one, the mutated beasts jumped down from the rock walls and pounced on the tall bodies of the war puppets. Their huge fangs and sharp claws scratched the surface of the metal shells, producing ear-piercing sounds, but only leaving shallow and fine white marks.
These war puppets were full of half-meter-long, abnormally sharp metal blades. They did not need to fight, they only needed to roll through the horde of mutated beasts, leaving behind a ground full of minced corpses.
After all, flesh and blood could not compare to steel!
However, when there were enough ants, they could kill an elephant. As more and more mutated beasts pounced on them, the enchanted metal blades on the War Puppets' bodies cut through their flesh and bones again and again, gradually becoming damaged and sluggish.
Finally, these metal blades began to break and bend, or were stuck in the hard bones or skulls of the mutated beasts and could not be pulled out.
The War Puppets that had lost their weapons were taken down by the swarming Mutated Beasts and quickly gathered on the spot into a black mass of flesh that constantly swelled and vibrated. The mass of flesh was made up of hundreds and thousands of mutated beasts, and below it were the war puppets that gradually lost their ability to fight.
After a while, when the group of mutated beasts dispersed and rushed to the next opponent, the wreckage of the war puppets under the mass of flesh was revealed.
The fall of each war puppet was accompanied by the death of thousands of mutated beasts. The whole battlefield was filled with a pungent smell of blood, and it was getting thicker and thicker, to the point where it was difficult to breathe.
Other than becoming a bloody battlefield for wizards and disaster creatures, the Black Ink Valley was also a battlefield of two different plane laws.
The Sorcerer World couldn't compare to the Disaster Plane in terms of size and rank. However, the Deep Ink Valley was the Sorcerers' home ground, and the Sorcerer World's planar laws still held a significant advantage here.
The power of Order and the power of Chaos clashed violently in the void that everyone couldn't see with the naked eye … It was like two extremely large octopuses that first came into contact with each other with their thick tentacles and fleshy tentacles.
Both sides used the laws of the world as their bodies and the laws of the plane as their tentacles, frantically entangling and devouring each other, attempting to extend their chains of laws into a larger and wider plane.
The plane was their battlefield, the chains of laws were their weapons, and the laws of the plane were their blades. This kind of struggle and entanglement seemed to occur in every corner of the Black Ink Valley, and in every plane.
On the whole, as the Magus faction advanced step by step, the Magus World's laws of the plane had already taken back control of the plane around the Black Ink Valley, and slowly suppressed the power of disaster to the bottom of the Black Ink Valley.
However, the power of disaster became abnormally tenacious and difficult to deal with. With the support of the souls of a few lesser Disaster Lords, they firmly defended the space, not giving the Magus Will any chance to infiltrate.
As long as the Magus Will could not become the ruler there, it would always be a scar on the Magus World's barrier. As long as the Grade 6 Disaster Lord Dilmas continued to pour its Disaster Aura into the Spatial Rift, a crack would eventually appear there, allowing a terrifying guy like Dilmas to project its full power into the Spatial Rift.
When that happened, there would be no power in the Magus World that could stop a rank 6 creature from wreaking havoc!
Grimm stood quietly at the entrance of the valley, silently sensing the changes and operation of the laws of the plane.
Usually, these things were hidden behind the scenes, and it was impossible for him to observe and sense them so unscrupulously. However, this was a crucial moment where two different World Forces were competing against each other. As the main force of this Planar War, Grimm was naturally given preferential treatment by the Planar Consciousness. He did not retaliate in any way against Grimm's spiritual consciousness.
This gave Grimm a rare opportunity to observe the power of the world!
Something like the power of the world had completely exceeded Grimm's understanding and acceptance. Perhaps he would only be able to study it to a certain extent after advancing to rank 6.
However, as a mysterious force that was even more majestic than the power of laws, observing the collision of the power of the world gave Grimm many inspirations and insights. At the very least, comparing the power of laws he had grasped to the power of the world, Grimm could vaguely see the correct path of development.
The latter was like a lighthouse erected for Grimm from infinity, although he still did not have the qualifications to touch and control such a power. However, this power itself revealed to him the truest and most primitive side of the world.
With this understanding, Grimm would be able to take fewer detours on the path of laws compared to others. This was what Grimm treasured the most!
The power of laws was a powerful force produced when a plane operated according to a certain set of laws. The power of the world was a type of original force that was condensed from the billions of living beings and matter within the plane.
Magi who grasped the power of laws were like tumors that parasitized the laws of the plane. They relied on the operation of the laws of the plane to obtain power, and they could also borrow the operation of the laws to attack their enemies.
Grade 4 Magi were like macrophages in the Magus World. They were usually looked after by the plane's consciousness and relied on the power of laws to grow stronger. However, in the event of a plane invasion, they were also the main force of the Magus World to defend against the foreign invaders. They formed the first line of defense of the plane.
Someone like Grimm, who had surpassed the limits of laws in advance, had completed the leap from laws to laws, but had not truly advanced to rank 5. This made him one of the strangest existences in the Magus World.
Hence, in this battlefield where two types of world forces clashed, he had seen, comprehended, and gained much more than other Magi.
However, as the number one fighter in the Magus World, the plane's consciousness was constantly tempting Grimm through the laws of the plane. Inexplicably, a sense of disgust and hatred towards the Disaster Creatures rose from the depths of Grimm's consciousness, as if he had an irreconcilable hatred towards the Disaster Creatures.
Fortunately, Grimm had gained quite a bit of understanding of the methods of the plane's consciousness over the years.
Hence, the impurities that were forced in from the outside were all blocked by Grimm's consciousness, slowly settling and filtering to the bottom of his sea of consciousness. They would no longer affect his true senses.
However, through these methods of consciousness invasion, Grimm had discovered many new ways to use the power of the natural order.
If he could control the law of fire like the plane's consciousness, the power of his flames would definitely increase to a whole new level. He would become as terrifying and dangerous as those demons.
Ever since the calamity creatures were pushed back to the bottom of Ink Abyss, the Magi of the association had been in charge of the subsequent battles. A peak-level Magus like Grimm only needed to sit at the back and recuperate while waiting for the final battle.
The other Tier 4 Magi took turns to attack the bottom of the valley, whittling away at the life force of the calamity creatures.
Unfortunately, the four Lesser Disaster Lords seemed to have vanished without a trace, hiding in the mist at the bottom of the valley and refusing to show their faces. This made the association anxious, but there was nothing they could do. They could only increase the intensity of their attacks on the defensive line of the calamity creatures every day.
The battle was still going on on the slope. Every inch of land and every inch of space had been filled with tons of blood and corpses. The bottom of Ink Abyss Valley was like a huge slaughterhouse. No one could stand still or look straight at it.
The previous victory had obviously boosted the fighting spirit of the Tier 4 Magi. They were no longer afraid, nor did they retreat. Instead, their fighting spirit soared as they fought on the frontlines every day, killing one extremely powerful calamity creature after another.
The Tier 4 Magi from the central region were also encouraged and tempted by the battle. They could not help but join the fray and obtain many results. From their point of view, this was a display of their courage, a display of doing their best for the Magus World. It was a decision made by their own consciousness.
However, Grimm, who was a bystander, could clearly see that their souls had more or less been bewitched by the plane's consciousness.
However, their actions were only good for Grimm's plan, so Grimm didn't interfere with them. He only used his own power to protect the central Magi when they charged too recklessly.
At the very least, under Grimm's supervision, the few Lesser Disaster Lords hiding in the depths of the valley did not dare to openly ambush the central Magi. As for the Magi from other organisations, Grimm did not care about them.
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