In contrast, nuclear explosions within a body not only involve an increase in the amount of nuclear material participating in the fission reaction and a higher reaction efficiency, but also result in the complete utilization of energy.
Leo once underwent core fission at pseudo-level three, and his attack power exceeded 50,000 points; now it can only be more.
Regardless, Leo was very satisfied with his three-tiered attack system, after all, there were still 11 such nuclear explosion current clusters behind his head.
A few seconds later, the number of electric currents rotating behind the head increased by one, bringing the total back to 12.
Its crimson eyes scanned the slave army relentlessly, as if it had found the target it had been searching for. In an instant, it violently hurled a ball of electricity.
Behind the slave army, a large mushroom cloud rose, accompanied by several faint, painful roars.
The man who had been hiding behind the slave army and directing it was instantly killed by a nuclear explosion!
Fearing one nuclear bomb wouldn't be enough, the Vengeance Giant unleashed three more bursts of electric current.
The earth trembled incessantly, and the shockwaves blew the slave army near the nuclear explosion into the air until finally, all sound ceased to be heard.
This time, the life of the commander of the slave army is guaranteed to be dead beyond any doubt.
His body was surrounded by the frenzied slaughter of the six major domains, behind him floated clusters of electric current with an attack power exceeding 20,000 points, and his body was shrouded in a persistent blood mist.
With a deafening roar, the Vengeance Giant shattered the earth and charged off in one direction.
Within this divided space, he could not sense the aura of the Purple Flame Stigmata Wizard, so he could only randomly choose a direction to attack.
According to Leo's own calculations, the space divided by the Wizard World is not even as large as a miniature world. As long as he has some time, he can repeatedly kill in this space until he sees the Purple Flame Stigmata Wizard.
As the Vengeance Giant moved, all six realms followed suit.
In this seemingly endless army of slaves, the six domains achieved their maximum destructive effect.
Every moment, tens of thousands of slaves die. The blood of the dead slaves is absorbed by the Vengeance Giant, and their bodies are drained of every last bit of energy by the Energy Absorption Domain.
Death became the shadow of the Vengeance Giant; wherever he went, endless death was inevitable.
The Vengeance Giant were no longer visible; only a large, lingering cloud of blood mist could be seen moving repeatedly through the slave army, slaughtering them.
The slave army was constantly being mobilized. Completely controlled, they showed no fear or trepidation, charging fearlessly into the blood mist, regardless of the number of deaths, they never paused for a moment.
These slaves seemed to be telling Leo with their lives that they were inexhaustible and that they would use their endless numbers to wear Leo down here.
"No matter how many insects there are, they're still insects!"
Litasha, how far are we?
In a corner of a divided world, a small party of three wizards finds themselves surrounded by a massive army of slaves.
They led a small group of less than a thousand slaves, struggling to break through the boundless sea of slaves.
Just like the vast army of slaves that Leo faced, countless slave armies were charging towards them from the sky and the ground.
These slave armies seemed to be programmed to launch a relentless and frenzied attack the moment they spotted a wizard.
However, the three of them did not have Leo's strength, which allowed them to slaughter the slave army at will. They even deliberately brought the slave army closer because of its slow attack speed.
They and their slave squads were like lone boats on a vast ocean of slaves, easily capsized, overturned, and crushed at any moment.
They unleashed their sorcery relentlessly, slaughtering the slave army, yet they could not stop their slave ranks from dying and dwindling in number.
The original slave squad of only one thousand was reduced to nine hundred within the time it took to say a few words.
No matter how desperately their slave troops resisted, they were instantly torn apart when faced with an enemy attacking several times their size.
"10 kilometers from the edge of the slave army."
The sorceress, whose aura was the strongest among the three, waved her staff with a deathly pale face. With a hoarse growl, a great fire instantly ignited in the sky, engulfing hundreds of attacking slaves. Even amidst the constant roars on the battlefield, the crackling sound of the flames could still be heard.
"The slaves can't hold out any longer; we must find another way."
If Yaoyao were here, she would definitely recognize the other two witches, Amanda and Amy, the witches she met with Leo at the first First-Level Wizard Tournament.
Leo never contacted the two wizards again later on; instead, Yaoyao became good friends with them through the crystal ball.
Faced with an endless army of slaves, their small number of slaves was wiped out in almost a few seconds.
There are too many slaves whose souls have been modified. They could exchange ten thousand for one of you, or even a hundred thousand for one of you, without any problem.
With the last slave under their control dismembered, they were left defenseless, completely exposed to this army of modified slaves.
When slaves helped them hold off the slave army, they were able to break through for a distance, but once the entire slave army under their control was dead, they could not move an inch.
The controlled slave army charged madly towards the three of them. Killing any number of slaves was useless, because a massive number of slaves were waiting to come and kill them.
They can't even take a single step.
Let alone a ten-kilometer breakout distance, they couldn't even get ten meters out.
In dire circumstances, they can unleash a super-powerful level of sorcery, simply put, they unleashed 110% of their attack power.
But no matter how much strength they unleashed, the slave army simply resisted their attacks with their bodies.
If a spell can kill ten slaves, then twenty slaves will rush forward.
Their protective shields were fluctuating wildly, threatening to shatter at any moment. If they did, their fragile bodies would be directly exposed to the slave army.
The speed at which they could unleash their magic was decreasing, and the overwhelming barrage of attacks forced them to shift their focus to defense.
This practice drove more slaves to their deaths, a desperate measure akin to drinking poison to quench thirst, yet they had no choice but to do it.
Only by doing this can we sustain ourselves for a little longer.
"Boom"
Amy's multiple shields were broken by one of the slaves, and she was blasted more than ten meters away.
Before Amy could react, countless slaves rushed towards the spot where she had been blasted away.
In the blink of an eye, Amy disappeared from sight, leaving only the ever-growing mountain of slaves.
Litasha and Amanda tried to rescue them, but with one less person to defend them, they were surrounded by more slaves.
Under countless attacks, they could only desperately squeeze out the magic power within their bodies to continuously increase the thickness of their shields.
Looking at the cold, numb, and frenzied army of slaves attacking so close at hand,
Everyone knows that death is inevitable, and no amount of effort can change their fate.
The multiple secondary protective shields in front of him held for only three seconds before being broken through by the approaching army of slaves. He felt the chilling light close at hand, the energy frantically gathering on his staff.
This is a method of igniting all the energy in one's body to perish together with the enemy; when death is inevitable, this is how one takes revenge.
Just as the energy fluctuations on Litasha and Amanda's staffs reached their peak and they were about to self-destruct, a roar suddenly came from afar.
"Roar"
Upon hearing the sound, all the slaves stopped attacking.
Even the claws that were an inch from Amanda's chest stopped.
Even though Amanda had no protective shield and had lost all her defensive capabilities, her body was more vulnerable than any slave's. A single claw strike could easily tear Amanda's chest apart, yet the attack abruptly stopped.
The entire slave army stood frozen in place, and before Amanda and Litasha could react, the entire slave army rushed off in the same direction.
Amanda and Litasha's hearts were in their throats; the scythe of death was already hanging over their necks, and then it was just moved away!
Even more strangely, not only the slave army around them, but also the slave army in the distance all ran in one direction.
The massive army of slaves, as dense as dark clouds in the sky, flew in the same direction as the army of slaves on the ground, as if there was a reason they had to go there.
What made Amanda and Litasha's hearts almost stop beating was that the army of slaves running behind them ignored them even as they passed by.
It's as if they weren't enemies to the slave army here, but rather as nothing more than air!
"What's going on?" Litasha looked at the army of slaves running past her with blank stares; this was the first time they had ever encountered such a situation.
In the past, when slave armies encountered these sorcerers, it was always a fight to the death; how could they possibly refrain from attacking?
" Amy,"
The moment Amanda saw the slave army stop attacking, she ran to Amy's side and saw Amy, who was badly injured but thankfully still alive.
Amy would have died if the slave army had attacked again, but at the crucial moment, that roar spurred all the slaves away.
After drinking several bottles of healing potion and receiving simple treatment for her wounds, Amy regained her mobility.
"I thought I was going to die."
Amy laughed bitterly, feeling the magic power within her. Although her body had regained its mobility, her severely injured body meant that she could only exert 60% of her combat power, which meant she had essentially lost her ability to fight.
She would die if these slaves attacked her even a few times.
"It looks like we won't die anytime soon."
Litasha walked over and pointed with lingering fear at the army of slaves who ignored them.
I was so close! My heart is still pounding.