Lightning Disaster

Any natural disaster was a burden ordinary life could scarcely bear, an endless source of pain and despair.

Unless one had long surpassed the bounds of ordinary life.

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

Before a natural disaster, it was still insignificant.

At that moment, if the dragon-like bolts of lightning within the dark clouds struck its body, even if it did not die, it would surely be grievously wounded, left barely clinging to life!

No one knew when it began.

Amid the battlefield where mages and the wolf pack fought fiercely, tiny black grains of sand quietly gathered within the flowing water.

These grains seemed to possess minds of their own. Whenever a Demon Wolf passed by, they would cling tightly to its body.

Not even the Commander-level Winged Azure Wolf was spared.

Everything happened silently, without attracting anyone's attention.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning tore through the night sky.

Then came deafening thunder!

The people faintly heard a shout.

That voice was like a whisper before the descent of the god of thunder, filled with divinity yet ethereal and illusory, as though it had come from the distant heavens.

Many believed it was merely an illusion born from their tension and fear, and paid it no mind.

"Crack!!!!!!!"

In an instant, dazzling light illuminated the entire rainy night.

This light was neither the natural radiance that came after dark clouds dispersed nor Light element magic cast by some mage.

It was countless dense, web-like bolts of lightning flashing madly across the sky.

The light was so intense that the night became as bright as day.

At the same time, a black-sand spike more than ten meters long suddenly appeared on every Demon Wolf's body.

The most powerful Winged Azure Wolf in particular was covered in long black spikes across its back and head, making it look like a giant hedgehog from afar.

The next moment, thunder roared.

It shook all of Bocheng!

"Rumble~~~~!!!"

Endless thunder rolled across the skies, as though a god had truly descended, and all the lightning poured down upon the Demon Wolves.

Even the strongest Winged Azure Wolf was struck by a bolt as thick as a python and instantly swallowed by an ocean of lightning.

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

The sight, like divine punishment delivered through lightning, was deeply branded into their memories and would remain unforgettable for the rest of their lives.

Zhan Kong gazed at the sky, allowing the icy rain to lash his face, a trace of confusion and contemplation in his eyes.

Was this super-tier Lightning element magic?

A thought flashed through his mind.

But he quickly dismissed it.

Although these lightning bolts were powerful, they were still far from the terrifying might of super-tier magic.

At most, they were simply much stronger than ordinary high-tier magic.

Yet the range affected by this lightning was beyond what a single high-tier spell could achieve.

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

Zhan Kong was filled with doubts, but he could not come up with a reasonable explanation.

In the end, he decided not to waste any more energy thinking about it. Instead, he turned around and directed his men to clean up the battlefield.

Although the lightning had nearly swallowed most of the Demon Wolves and the Winged Azure Wolf had been severely wounded, some Demon Wolves had still survived by chance.

However, these remaining Demon Wolves no longer posed much of a threat. They would merely make the battlefield cleanup more troublesome.

"Magnetism."

Jiang Yuan slowly closed the Electromagnetic Domain and fixed his gaze upon the charred ground ravaged by lightning, sinking into deep thought.

In this world ruled by magic.

Everyone knew how powerful lightning was.

Yet magnetism, which existed alongside electricity, had always been overlooked.

According to the introductions to the Lightning element in countless magic books, mages merely regarded electromagnetic phenomena as an ordinary property of lightning. No one had ever deeply studied the mysteries within them.

Only Mo Fan, someone who had witnessed the power of technology, created his own transformed Lightning element 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.

Yet in the world of magic, magnetism was like a forgotten corner that no one cared about.

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

He could manipulate metal, unleash electromagnetic blasts, create electromagnetic shields, and even fly and perceive his surroundings.

More importantly, he could also influence the weather.

Just as he had done moments ago, using electromagnetism to draw down the lightning from the storm clouds and unleash a Lightning Disaster outside Bocheng comparable to the combined force of several high-tier spells!

If his electromagnetic power became strong enough, he could even directly gather and separate electric charges, creating a lightning-based natural disaster out of thin air!

As one of the four fundamental forces of science, electromagnetism possessed tremendous potential beyond doubt.

Magic was not fixed and unchanging. It could be created and expanded.

Just like the creators of the Undead element, the Ancient King and Khufu, as well as Edison, the creator of the Light element, they had all opened new fields of magic.

Perhaps one day, someone would create a separate Magnetism element.

Or perhaps someone would further expand Lightning element magic and turn it into the more powerful Electromagnetic element magic.

Jiang Yuan did not know whether that person would be him.

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

An unprecedented disaster descended upon Bocheng without warning, then vanished amid the Lightning Disaster.

Thanks to the timely destruction of the underground tunnel, most ordinary people had escaped this calamity without even seeing a trace of the demons.

Even so, no one would consider the Crimson Alert a mere false alarm.

How many brave warriors had died beyond the city walls to protect this city?

Without their desperate resistance, the demons would have long since broken through the defenses, reduced the city to ruins, and torn its ordinary citizens to shreds.

Now, the mages were carrying out the final cleanup of the remaining demons within Bocheng.

Everyone had been instructed to remain within the Safe Zone as much as possible, lest they encounter any stragglers and suffer an accident.

"We survived."

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

During their escape, they had encountered a ferocious pack of Demon Wolves and personally experienced the terror of the Crimson Alert.

At that moment, many of them had believed they would never reach the Safe Zone alive.

"Jiang Yuan actually became an Intermediate level mage without making a sound. Luckily, he advanced in time. Otherwise, who knows how many people would have died in the wolves' jaws." Xu Zhaoting spoke in a low voice, a trace of admiration in his eyes.

Zhou Min silently nodded, but there was little expression on her face, as though she was thinking about something else.

"I really can't understand it," Mu Bai said with his arms folded and a frown on his face.

"How did Jiang Yuan kill so many Demon Wolves by himself? There were over twenty Servant-level demons and two Warrior-level demons! Even two teams of Intermediate level mages might not be able to handle a beast pack of that scale easily."

Just then, a startled cry suddenly rang out.

"What? The Sacred Spring is gone?"

Everyone turned toward the voice and saw Lin Yuxin standing before Zhan Kong, her face deathly pale.

Zhan Kong appeared extremely agitated. His hands were clenched into fists, and anger and urgency shone in his eyes.

"The Black Vatican appeared at the Silver Trade Building. What else could their objective have been besides stealing the Sacred Spring? The Sacred Spring is gone—it fell into the hands of the Black Vatican!" Zhan Kong said in anguish.

In his view, the Sacred Spring was far too important. The Black Vatican had likely orchestrated this beast tide to divert everyone's attention and seize the Sacred Spring while they had the chance.

No one knew what kind of conspiracy lay behind the Black Vatican.

Nor did anyone know what immense losses it might bring upon the nation and its people.

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

Lin Yuxin then told Zhan Kong everything she had seen that day in meticulous detail, holding nothing back.

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

For the sake of taking the Sacred Spring, the Black Vatican had actually dispatched a Blue-robed Deacon. That alone showed just how seriously they regarded this matter.

But he could not understand it.

A Blue-robed Deacon was a high-tier mage, on the same level as him. How had those two students managed to escape with Lin Yuxin?

"I don't know either. After I fell, I lost consciousness." Lin Yuxin lowered her head, her voice subdued and her face filled with guilt.

"Fine. I'll send someone to find Jiang Yuan and Mo Fan and ask them about it." Zhan Kong sighed helplessly, then continued.

"Think carefully again. Is there anything else you haven't mentioned? Don't leave out a single detail."

Lin Yuxin furrowed her brows and tried hard to recall what had happened. Her head still felt heavy from being drenched in the rain, and her thoughts were somewhat muddled.

At last, she remembered a crucial piece of information.

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

Upon hearing that name, Zhan Kong's pupils suddenly contracted, and his gaze involuntarily shifted toward Mu Bai in the crowd.

If Mu He was a Blue-robed Deacon.

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

The question made Zhan Kong shudder. He did not dare continue thinking about it.