Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 291 - 151: Bring it on, let’s go together. The loser is out, the winner takes all!

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Chapter 291: Chapter 151: Bring it on, let’s go together. The loser is out, the winner takes all!

The cluster of light, twisting and changing into various forms, solidified into substance, like countless dazzling droplets of mercury converging.

Even through the projection of spells, the four Level 3 Wizards located outside the Secret Realm seemed to feel the boundless and terrifying power emanating from the images within.

Elemental Energy Spirituality Aggregate, commonly known as "Elemental Spirit," is the hallmark of Wizards from Level 4 and above, and Dawn Wizards. It is also the realm that those standing at the peak of Level 3, halfway stepping out of the Mist, desperately pursue.

The four of them stared intensely at the scene presented in the magic projection, their faces changing colors as a stronger and stronger light burst forth in their eyes.

"It’s definitely a Space-related Elemental Spirit, but its form is extremely unstable, and it happens to appear just as someone enters to explore... It’s highly likely another Dawn Rank Magic Tool is seeking to develop a spirit and break free from the ancient restrictions of the Mirror Court."

Someone spoke in a low voice.

This deduction was agreed upon by the other three.

A Level 4 Wizard’s "Elemental Spirit" is still in its nurturing phase; manifesting an "Elemental Spirit" requires at least the strength of Level 5 or above.

Compared to the possibility that there was a Level 5 Dawn Wizard who had lived for an unknowable number of years hidden within the core area of the Mirror Garden Secret Realm... They were clearly more inclined to believe that this was high-order Magic Equipment left behind by an Ancient Mirror Garden Wizard.

Over a long period, nourished by abundant and rich Elemental Energy Particles, it developed a trace of spirituality, thus creating the scene that resembled a Dawn Rank Wizard releasing an "Elemental Spirit."

Of course, the main evidence supporting this theory was that, during the Six Great Wizarding Forces’ previous explorations and excavations of the ruins of the Ancient Mirror Court, two similar pieces of Dawn Rank Magic Equipment had already been encountered.

One escaped immediately after breaking free from the Array restrictions, vanishing without a trace.

The other was acquired by the Thunder Council, one of the Six Great Wizarding Forces, after paying a substantial price and compensating the other five Wizard Forces.

The major Wizard Forces were so eager to open the core area of the Ancient Mirror Garden Secret Realm for exploration, they even did not hesitate to use up three equally precious Nephilim’s Keys... The reason was simple: they had seen treasures within the Mirror Court more valuable than the Nephilim’s Keys—everyone wanted to gain more!

The leading Wizards from Melt Crystal Lake, Black Nightmare Swamp, Silver Magic Ring, and Thorny Palace reported back to their headquarters as soon as this unusual change occurred during their exploration.

After making all the arrangements, everyone’s gaze returned to the colossal water screen before them, and at this moment, their moods were somewhat different from before.

"Hey!"

The bald Wizard from Melt Crystal Lake, holding a Burning Stone Wand, slowly put down the Communication Stone, suddenly grinned, and then shouted to the Black Nightmare Swamp Wizard next to him wearing a feather mask, "You who plays with bugs... How about raising the stakes?

Which one do you think the Dawn Rank artifact will choose in the name of inheritance?"

The Level 3 Wizard from Black Nightmare Swamp narrowed his eyes, not speaking, but his attitude was self-evident.

The bald Wizard from Melt Crystal Lake then cast his gaze towards Caroni and the Green Robed Witch.

"How about you two? Wanna join in the fun?"

There was a look of eagerness on the face of the Green Robed Witch from Thorny Palace, who continuously encouraged Caroni with her eyes.

"...We could give it a try.

It’s not all about strength; luck plays a big part too..."

Caroni’s eyes flickered, but in the end, he shook his head calmly.

Disappointment clouded the face of the Green Robed Witch, while the bald Wizard from Melt Crystal Lake retracted his gaze without expression, saying no more.

...

"Reflected Light Corridor... passage... inheritance... eight..."

Within the long corridor surrounded by mirrors, Ronan pondered the fragmented information he had just received in his mind.

The silver humanoid figure, radiating a brilliant light, its aura mysterious, profound and imposing, was still standing quietly at the end of the long corridor as if waiting for Ronan to make his move.

"By passing through this corridor, can I obtain the inheritance left by the Ancient Mirror Court?

Only eight people can pass this round?.."

Ronan quickly made some inferences based on the fragmented information.

Before he could act, a loud "Boom!" thundered in his ears.

The mirror surfaces by his side started to change.

The reflections showing his image quickly faded, replaced by the figures of various strangers clad in different robes.

The Wizards from the four participating forces all appeared in this corridor named "Reflected Light."

Each person occupied a corridor, their positions roughly parallel, and they could see each other at this moment.

On either side of Ronan, there stood a Wizard from Black Nightmare Swamp and one from Thorny Palace.

The Wizard from Thorny Palace, upon seeing Ronan’s form, immediately showed a shocked expression mixed with deep resentment and slight fear on his pale face—it was the Young Wizard whose skull Ronan had shattered with two strokes earlier.

He was awake now and had also been teleported into this corridor.

At this moment, all the Wizards participating in the exploration felt as if they stood on the same starting line, waiting for the starting gun to fire.

"Buzz—"

As the figures of others appeared on either side of Ronan, he began to softly utter the syllables of a Magic Spell, summoning a dense mass of Frost Spears emanating intense cold, and pointed directly at the Young Wizard from Thorny Palace on his right.