Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 2845: 580: Unstoppable Momentum, Slaying the Military Lord’s Incarnation!

The wolf's gaze swept across every direction.

Seven at level 9, eighty-eight at level 8, and thousands of shadows had them fully encircled. The void was sealed tight, elements suppressed entirely, leaving no escape to the skies or the ground!

Rumble! A gleaming golden realm gradually unfolded, with vast shadow legions kneeling in homage, greeting the stoic form of the black-armored swordsman seated upon his golden seat.

Levi, wearing a pleased look, inquired with a grin:

"General Sha Lang, where are you planning to go?"

Aware that his end was imminent, General Sha Lang refused to plead. He snapped his wrist, and a dark chain expanded amid the gusts, morphing into a snarling, clawing black serpent that lunged toward Levi.

Bam!

The warrior casually lifted his palm, unleashing the might of the [Vajra Sacred Realm] to craft a radiant field stretching across thousands of miles. Inside this zone, magnetic forces flipped, and intense rejection power locked down the chain completely, rendering it frozen in place.

With a furious bellow, an enormous Primordial Magnetic Giant materialized, seizing the chain in reverse and yanking General Sha Lang closer.

"Damn it!"

General Sha Lang hastily let go, sacrificing the precious artifact.

"I’ll fight you to the end!"

He bellowed, igniting his bloodline strength, shifting fully into a gigantic black fiend wolf boasting seven heads and fourteen glowing green eyes fixed on Levi.

Faintly, a sinister demonic wolf silhouette loomed behind him, elevating his presence almost to late-stage level 9.

Turning into a streak of dark light, he shattered the Black Shadow Army's barrier, pierced Levi's magnetic barrier, his wolf talons ripping through all in his path, closing to within a meter of the throne... yet he could advance no more.

The magnetic pull in this spot warped space and tangled time; regardless of how fiercely the wolf's maws and claws struck, they failed to graze a single strand of Levi's hair.

The wolf heads exhaled streams of black infernal fire, and as the blaze rushed ahead, it vanished entirely just a meter from Levi... Truly hopeless— so near, yet utterly unable to strike his enemy!

Without the eerie wolf phantom at his back, even getting this close would have been out of reach.

Levi smoothly turned his right hand, contorting the massive wolf's midsection and frame like twisted dough, its skeleton cracking apart, innards relocating, and veins bursting open...

"Bearing the lineage of the Calamity Demon Wolf, yet bowing to the Blood Fire Dominator, have mythic beasts lost all pride? Such a shame, or else I could have let you live. You'd make a fine steed for my knights."

Levi balled his right fist, smashing the huge wolf into a bloody lump.

A warped spirit emerged, shooting Levi a spiteful glare. A golden small palm plunged inside, snatching it and coiling it into a container.

"What are you looking at? Is the master someone you can stare at so casually?"

Leon gathered it up and moved to the side.

Levi tucked the corpse away, intending to harvest the [Calamity Demon Wolf] bloodline afterward, a resource that could prove useful down the line.

The Dark Moon Knights, who forged the [Void Demon Dog] from a legendary beast, might carry hints of the Calamity Demon Wolf. That level 9 item, the [Black Prison Chain], isn't half bad either, and it could go into the organization's vault for the rising stars to claim.

The Black Shadow Army rampaged without restraint!

Rumble!

As dark tribulation clouds gathered, a peak level 8 Stone Statue Demon shadow started its trial, soon breaking through to level 9 with success.

For these shadows already at level 9, the odds of passing tribulation were exceptionally good, with just a single setback recorded so far.

At the same time, across the Black Shadow Army, bursts of formidable energies ignited one by one. From rank 5 up to level 6, from level 6 to level 7... now the count of level 8 Demon Generals hit 92!

In the distance, Lady Rowling's features showed a trace of astonishment, whispering to herself:

"What sort of innate spell does Levi possess? It's powerful enough to uphold a whole legendary class by itself... its potential exceeds what I thought. Typically, a Ninth-Circle Wizard's mental power just can't handle sustaining so many summons. Even those eight level 9s alone would crush them, let alone tens of thousands at level 6. If it were me at ninth-circle, I'd have lost my mind and suffered backlash from the demon horde."

But Levi appeared totally unscathed.

In reality, this stemmed from his innate high spiritual ceiling, the Infinite Primordial Soul, and Chaotic Power working together to enable his feat.

Soon enough, the entire divine race force was wiped out clean, leaving none alive. Levi shifted into a beam of light, drawing near to Rowling, and remarked with a smile:

"Six of the Blood Fire Eighteen Drops have been taken down... Let's keep going, my lady, until the level-10 barriers stop us."

...

In the Holy War World.

"The Dusk Palace Master has shown up in the Aiken Territory, all generals heading back must veer away from this zone, and hurry to link up with my divine general’s incarnation—only through my incarnation can we stand against it."

"Wild Dog God, the Dusk Palace Master has emerged, head straight to the spots I've indicated for an ambush, and try to pin him down for three days until my incarnation gets there to encircle him!"

Commands flew out in rapid succession, sensing General Sha Lang's demise, the Holy War Army Master's expression turned utterly somber, filled with worry.

...

Two years later.

In Nora Calendar 1642, Blood Battle 1530 year.

The silver vessel cut through the Sea of Ruins, Levi clutched a tablet in his grasp, displaying this scene:

A black-armored swordsman wrapped in shadowy haze, his outline hazy, encircled by ebony fires, brandishing a Black Devil Blade, carving a path of carnage through a Council of Ten Thousand Clans outpost, bodies piling like rivers of gore in his wake, none able to survive even one blow, already matching level 8 prowess.

All at once, a Hidden One radiating level 9 presence dropped in, bearing a stellar talon that clawed toward the black-armored swordsman. At the swordsman's rear, visions of a Nine-headed Giant Dragon and the Thunder Demon Emperor flickered into view, flashing a sneer, meeting the assault directly but ultimately falling, vanishing into the rift of crimson and obsidian.