Lightning Disaster

Any natural disaster is a weight too heavy for ordinary life to bear—endless pain and despair.

Unless the level of life has already transcended the bounds of the ordinary.

A Commander-level Winged Azure Wolf clearly could not withstand a natural disaster.

Facing the heavens' wrath, it was still insignificant.

At this moment, if those dragon-like bolts of lightning within the dark clouds struck it, even if it didn't die, it would be gravely wounded, left with only half a life to drag on in agony.

At some unknown point in time.

On the battlefield where mages clashed with the wolf pack, tiny black sand grains quietly gathered in the trickling water.

These sand grains, as if possessing their own will, clung tightly to any Demon Wolf that passed by.

Even the Commander-level Winged Azure Wolf was not spared.

Everything proceeded in silence, drawing no one's attention.

Suddenly, a lightning bolt tore across the night sky.

Then, thunder roared deafeningly!

People faintly heard a shout.

That voice, like a whisper before the descent of the Thunder God, was filled with divinity yet ethereal, as if from a distant horizon.

Many thought it was just an illusion born of their own tension and fear, and paid it no mind.

"Crack!!!!!!"

In an instant, a blinding light illuminated the entire rainy night.

This light was not the natural glow after the clouds dispersed, nor was it a Light element spell cast by some mage.

Instead, it came from countless lightning bolts, dense as a spiderweb, crazily flickering across the sky.

The intensity of that light was so great that it turned the dark night as bright as day.

At the same time, on every Demon Wolf, a spike over ten meters long, made of black sand, suddenly appeared.

Especially on the most powerful Winged Azure Wolf, its back and head were covered in black spikes, making it look from afar like a giant hedgehog.

The next moment, thunder boomed.

It shook the entire city of Bocheng!

"Rumble~~~~!!!"

Endless thunderclaps resounded through the sky, as if a god had truly descended, and all the lightning poured down upon the Demon Wolves.

The most powerful Winged Azure Wolf was struck by a bolt as thick as a python, instantly swallowed by an ocean of lightning.

"Which powerful mage made this move?" The military mages witnessing this scene stood dumbfounded, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.

The scene, like a divine punishment of lightning, was deeply etched into their memories, unforgettable for life.

Zhan Kong looked up at the sky, letting the cold rain beat against his face, a hint of doubt and contemplation in his eyes.

Was this a Lightning element super-tier spell?

A thought flashed through his mind.

But soon, he dismissed it.

The power of these lightning bolts, though strong, was far from the terrifying might of a super-tier spell.

At best, it was only much stronger than an ordinary high-tier spell.

Yet, the wide range of these lightning bolts was something no single high-tier spell could achieve.

Could there be a team of high-tier Lightning mages nearby?

Zhan Kong was full of confusion, but he couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation.

In the end, he decided not to waste more energy on this question and turned to direct his men to clean up the battlefield.

Although the lightning had engulfed most of the Demon Wolves and gravely wounded the Winged Azure Wolf, some wolves had survived.

Still, these remnants posed no major threat—just that clearing the battlefield would be a bit more troublesome.

"Magnetism."

Jiang Yuan slowly closed the Electromagnetic Domain, his gaze falling on the scorched black land ravaged by lightning, lost in deep thought.

In this world dominated by magic.

The power of lightning was known to all, understood by none.

Yet, magnetism, which accompanied electricity, had always been overlooked by people.

According to the introductions to the Lightning element in many magic books, mages only regarded electromagnetic phenomena as an ordinary property of lightning, never delving into its mysteries.

Only Mo Fan, a man who had witnessed the power of technology, created his own Lightning element variation spell after becoming a high-tier mage—the Mad Magnetic Cannon.

In the realm of technology, the power of magnetism had long been fully proven.

In the world of magic, magnetism was like a forgotten corner, ignored by all.

Jiang Yuan knew well that controlling electromagnetism meant possessing infinite power.

He could manipulate metal, unleash electromagnetic shocks, create electromagnetic shields, and even achieve flight and perception.

More importantly, he could also influence the weather.

Just like earlier, by using electromagnetism to draw lightning from the clouds, he had stirred up a thunder disaster outside Bocheng that rivaled the superposition of multiple high-level spells!

If his electromagnetic power were strong enough, he could directly gather and separate charges, conjuring a lightning calamity out of thin air in the sky!

As one of the four fundamental forces of science, the immense potential of electromagnetic force needed no proof.

Magic was not set in stone—it could be created and expanded.

Just like the Undead element's creators, the Ancient King and Khufu, and the Light element's creator, Edison, all of whom had opened up new magical domains.

Perhaps, one day in the future, someone would independently create a Magnetic element.

Or maybe someone would broaden the Lightning element further, turning it into a more powerful Electromagnetic element.

Jiang Yuan didn't know if that person would be him.

But he had made up his mind to deeply develop the power of the Electromagnetic Domain!

A disaster unprecedented in Bocheng had suddenly descended, then vanished in the thunder calamity.

Thanks to the timely destruction of the underground tunnel, most ordinary people hadn't even glimpsed the demons before escaping the catastrophe.

Even so, no one thought the Crimson Alert was just a false alarm.

How many brave warriors had sacrificed themselves outside the city walls to protect this place?

Without their desperate resistance, the demons would have broken through the defensive line, turning the city into rubble and tearing ordinary citizens to shreds.

Now, mages were conducting a final cleanup of the remaining demons within Bocheng.

Everyone was ordered to stay in safe zones as much as possible, to avoid encountering any stragglers and causing accidents.

"We survived."

The students of Tianlan Magic High School looked at the city gradually returning to calm, their hearts filled with mixed emotions.

On their escape route, they had encountered a fierce pack of Demon Wolves and experienced the terror of the Crimson Alert firsthand.

At that moment, many of them thought they wouldn't make it alive to the safe zone.

"Jiang Yuan quietly advanced to Intermediate level mage without a word. If he hadn't broken through in time, who knows how many would have died in the wolves' jaws." Xu Zhaoting said solemnly, a hint of admiration in his eyes.

Zhou Min nodded silently, but her face showed little expression, as if she were thinking about something else.

"I really can't figure it out," Mu Bai said, crossing his arms and frowning. "How did Jiang Yuan kill so many Demon Wolves alone? That was over twenty Servant level demons and two Warrior level ones! A beast group of that scale wouldn't be easy for even two teams of Intermediate level mages to handle."

Just then, a sudden exclamation rang out.

"What, the Sacred Spring is lost?"

Everyone turned to look, seeing Lin Yuxin's face pale as she stood before Zhan Kong.

Zhan Kong's emotions were clearly agitated, his hands clenched into fists, his eyes filled with anger and anxiety.

"The Black Vatican showed up at the Silver Trade Building. What else could their target be but seizing the Sacred Spring? It's lost—the Black Vatican got their hands on it!" Zhan Kong said with deep pain.

In his view, the Sacred Spring was such an important item. The Black Vatican had orchestrated this beast tide, likely to divert attention and steal the Sacred Spring.

Behind the Black Vatican, no one knew what kind of conspiracy lurked.

Who could say what massive losses it would bring to the nation and its people?

Zhan Kong took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. After a moment, he asked, "Tell me, what exactly happened on the fifteenth floor underground?"

Then, Lin Yuxin recounted everything she had seen that day, carefully and without holding back, to Zhan Kong.

When Zhan Kong heard that a Blue-robed Deacon had appeared, a strong sense of unease surged within him.

To seize the Sacred Spring, the Black Vatican had sent a Blue-robed Deacon—this showed just how seriously they took this matter.

But he didn't understand.

As a High-level mage, the Blue-robed Deacon was on par with him. How had those two students managed to escape with Lin Yuxin?

"I don't know. After I fell, I passed out." Lin Yuxin lowered her head, her voice soft, her face full of guilt.

"Alright, I'll have someone find Jiang Yuan and Mo Fan to ask about the situation." Zhan Kong sighed helplessly and continued, "Think carefully again. Is there anything else you haven't mentioned? Don't leave out any detail."

Lin Yuxin frowned, straining to recall the scene. Her head was still fuzzy from the rain, and her thoughts were jumbled.

Finally, she remembered a key piece of information.

"I remember now—that Blue-robed Deacon was from the Mu Family. His name was Mu He!"

Hearing that name, Zhan Kong's pupils sharply contracted, and his gaze involuntarily shifted to Mu Bai among the crowd.

If Mu He was a Blue-robed Deacon.

Then how many members of the Mu Clan, which had already infiltrated every aspect of Bocheng, were actually part of the Black Vatican?

This question sent a chill down Zhan Kong's spine, and he dared not think further.