Netherworld

Little wizard?

Ever since he had traded the skeletal materials of the second-ring succubus Dinaya Aman for a second-ring succubus True-Name Totem Rune and a second-ring Thunderwing Bird extraordinary Bloodline Potion.

With true blood refined into blood essence and converted into transformation energy, he had not heard that form of address in a long time!

"I'm just a First-Ring Wizard who only broke through recently. Do you really need to be this cautious?"

Yin Ming was carried by Yatote Feir as they hurried toward the forbidden grounds deep within the Green Forest.

One Second-Ring Twisted Treant and six First-Ring Twisted Treants formed a tight encirclement around him.

They showed no intention of undoing the extraordinary vines binding Yin Ming, either. If the hollow space inside their trunks could have prevented a wizard from casting spells, they would have loved to stuff him inside.

A First-Ring Wizard!

Yatote Feir remained utterly unmoved, showing no contempt for Yin Ming despite the difference in rank. "A cautious tree grows more rings. Strong wizards are strong, weak ones are weak, and they have all sorts of tricks. Their strength isn't as easy to judge as a warlock's."

For wizards, knowledge was power. With enough knowledge, even their own meager magic could leverage an unimaginably vast amount of energy.

Such scholarly wizards were simply too rare. Most could only follow the established path, cultivating their mental power and magic step by step, with ordinary spells of their own rank defining the ceiling of their strength. Still, exceptions had to be guarded against.

Crack! Crack!

Yin Ming shifted his body twice.

He tried to break free of the extraordinary vines binding him.

Wizards had frail constitutions, but Yin Ming had taken a Constitution Enhancement Potion and possessed an extraordinary body at the pinnacle of the first