Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 2971: 604: Mythical Return, Star Knight!

"There should be no issue whatsoever."

He now commands the dual dimensions of Crimson Emperor and Golden Emperor, both at Level 10, including 10 layers of Invisible Sanctuary, 9 layers of Indomitable Sacred Domain, plus 8 layers each for Undying Holy Domain and Unhidden Sacred Realm.

This adds up to a full 55 layers of Holy Realm Power.

Additionally, upon reaching Level 10, his Blood Battle Spirit has hit Level 10 too, alongside Crystal Palace, Blood Battle Armor, Eight Formation Map, Seven Treasures, and various other techniques.

With the [Bath Blood] Special Effect triggered, his spiritual force nears 140,000.

Confronting a Level 10 Late Stage opponent poses absolutely no challenge.

Edmund declared:

"The Lady of Thunder and 23 Level 10 experts remain trapped in the Shadow Will Land, while Nightmare World keeps bolstering its ranks, now boasting 33 Monarch-level powerhouses."

"I and Heavenly Will must keep watch over the Ignorant Monarch on the Nora Battlefield, plus more than fifty other Level 10 powerhouses, leaving us unable to break free.

You must head to the Shadow World to rescue them. Bring along four kings from the Giants to attempt slaying a few Nightmare Monarchs."

"No issue, though if I depart, won't the Abyss launch an assault?"

"I've discreetly coordinated with the succubus queen; no assault will occur for now."

"Understood."

"Time presses urgently; use the Shadow Network to swiftly reach the Shadow World... Apart from you and me, is your breakthrough known to anyone else?"

"No one knows."

"Excellent. Upon your arrival at the Shadow Battlefield, Charactus and the others will initiate a counterstrike. You infiltrate their siege and strike them unexpectedly!"

...

Shadow World.

The Lost Monarch occupies the Sky Dome Throne, where ink-black lines extend from the maze patterns behind it, spanning millions of miles to encircle the Shadow World's core—this forms the Lost Monarch's absolute domain of perception.

Within that encirclement dwell the steadfast warriors of the Three-party Alliance.

Abruptly, the projection of the Ghost Alley Monarch materialized.

"Lord Lost, when do you plan to unleash the full offensive on your end?

I urge you to wipe out those foes swiftly and hasten to Nora to eliminate them, ensuring the Dusk Palace Master meets his end without mercy!"

Nothing else matters to it.

It remains convinced of Nightmare World's inevitable victory.

Its sole concern is the moment when the Dusk Palace Master perishes!

Without that death, it can find no rest or comfort.

The Lost Monarch responded:

"Patience is key. Here, we face Charactus, the Star Sky Sword Saint, and presences like Shadow Will—not to mention just me and the two Demon Lords; our edge isn't overwhelming... But once the Four Calamity Lords of Disaster join, I can dismantle the Shadow World in a flash."

Beneath the Disaster Monarch once stood incarnations of five Calamity Lords: Cold Disaster King, Red Land Calamity Monarch, Flood Disaster Monarch, Plague Lord, Wind Disaster Lord—all wielding Level 10 Middle Stage might.

During the ancient clash against the astral world, the Lord of Chaos felled the Plague Lord, utterly destroying its true soul and devouring its form entirely.

From there, the Lord of Chaos harnessed the Plague Lord's essence to unleash a plague across billions in the multidimensional planes, sacrificing countless lives to spawn a dreadful entity.

That entity became [Father of Plagues], [God of Ghouls]!

Thus, only four Calamity Lords endured.

In their prime, the five Calamity Lords united could rival Level 10 Peak; even ordinary Level 10 Late Stage foes stood no chance. Though diminished now, they retain Late Stage prowess.

Deep down, the Lost Monarch yearned for the Disaster Monarch to enter the fray directly.

Yet that ancient rival sought to exploit the Lord of Chaos's distraction by the insect hordes, targeting Chaos Wasteland for old vendettas.

At present, the Disaster Monarch gathers its forces, reluctant to commit, and only the Master of Horror's plea prompted even the deployment of the Four Calamity Lords.

"I see, awaiting your triumphant report, Lord Lost."

Hearing of the Four Calamity Lords' impending arrival, the Ghost Alley Monarch exhaled in relief.

It stared toward the far-off Nora, whispering to itself:

"For some reason, this nagging anxiety persists—could that fellow have already ascended to Level 10? Less than a thousand years since his rise to Level 9."

...

Nora Calendar Year 2165.

Shadow World, Core Will Land.

Level 10 powerhouses converge here, their faces etched with fatigue.

Facing superior enemies and inferior numbers, they've leveraged the world's advantages to stall the mighty Nightmare forces for centuries; exhaustion now grips them tightly.

Charactus perches solitary beneath the massive shadowy orb, his body riddled with injuries, no part left unscathed, while the Star Sky Sword Saint's form suffers the loss of six limbs, nightmare's corrosive essence hindering swift recovery.

Charactus parts his eyelids and gazes into the distance.

"It's time for our counteroffensive."

"Counteroffensive? How? Bereft of Shadow Will's aid, charging out is suicidal, like moths drawn to flames—when does Edmund arrive?"

"Edmund won't come, but another has."

"Is it him?"

A spark of surprise lit the faces of the powerhouses.

Dusk Palace Master at Level 10?

So soon? It felt like mere moments ago he lingered at Level 9.

This rapid ascent mirrors others grinding in epic quests for a month's effort to gain one level, whereas Dusk Palace Master advances daily... nothing short of foul play explains it.

"Can he truly unravel our dire straits?"

"Sigh... Lord Lost overwhelms us entirely, let alone the two Level 10 Late Stage [Angry Demon Lord] and [Devouring Sky Demon Lord]."

Charactus stated:

"For now, our faith rests in him alone. I'll confront Lord Lost, Star Sky Sword Saint takes on Devouring Sky Demon Lord, and Spiritual Venerable handles Angry Demon Lord.

The rest of you, unleash everything—pour forth your full might. Should we falter beyond endurance, we'll forsake the Shadow World; I'll guide your escape."

Reluctance flickered in his gaze.

From the start, aligning with Nora demanded facing the fallout.

Besides, amid the unknowns, should Dusk Palace Master somehow reverse our fortunes, the Shadow World might yet endure; a thread of hope persisted.

With that, the 23 Level 10 figures erupted into a fierce charge, radiating immense auras as they surged beyond Lord Lost's absolute perception domain to strike.

High in the firmament.

Lord Lost curled a disdainful smirk.

"Intending a last-stand battle, a futile death throe?"

The Devouring Sky Demon Lord gripped its curved blade, unveiling the Nightmare True Body's incarnation.

"Regrettably, the prey may perish, but our trap endures unbroken!"

Invisible rage blazed within Angry Demon Lord, brandishing the Illusion Artifact [Red Warm Battle Axe], cleaving downward with the fury of a demon deity forging cosmos anew, roaring:

"From time immemorial, we reigned supreme over the heavens and earth! You insurgents against Nightmare will be crushed!"

"Blather! First, let's see if my blade consents!"

Star Sky Sword Saint and Spiritual Venerable vaulted forward, each clashing against their dread adversaries.

"Shadow Country of Charactus!"

A robed Shadow Emperor form lunged at Lord Lost, unleashing a shadow realm spanning hundreds of thousands of miles in diameter, plummeting like a cataclysm!

Lord Lost extended a digit, tapping gently. Twisting dark threads wove into labyrinthine shields, unraveling the shadow realm as if snaring yarn.

"Charactus, clearly you still fail to grasp the immense chasm separating us." Lord Lost sketched myriad lines across the emptiness, assaulting like a storm of myriad blades.

Beneath the barrage of Four Emperor Level forces, Charactus struggled to endure.

Across the battlefield, countless Level 10s tangled in frenzy, yet numerous elite Three-party Alliance members found themselves hemmed in, swiftly losing ground.

"Thunder God!"

The Lady of Thunder lifted her palm, hurling a bolt of lightning weighing ten thousand pounds at the [Sky Pool Monarch] ahead—a Level 10 Middle Stage veteran powerhouse.

Mid-fray, a colossal white bone talon burst from the earth, clamping onto Lady of Thunder's protective barrier, squeezing with force that echoed in a thunderous crack.

One exotic spiritual beast after another soared out, only to shatter against the talon.

On the opposing flank, Wind Empress's face twisted in alarm.

"Pale Monarch!"

She strained to aid, but two Level 10 Early Stage monarchs boxed her in, rendering help impossible.

Exploiting the opening, Sky Pool Monarch morphed into a colossal, unyielding mountain peak, soaring ten thousand miles tall and spear-like, thrusting downward to slay Lady of Thunder.

Then, precisely then.

A blow faster than light, faster than vision, faster than any sense streaked from millions of miles distant... a halberd!

The spear's gleam pulverized the mountain peak and fragmented the bone talon into shards.

Lady of Thunder broke free.

"Where sight falls, where intent lands—that's the Sword Domain! The pinnacle of the Thousand-Eyed Sword Scripture... that individual has arrived at last."

Long ago, the Thousand-Eyed Swordsman aiding the Shadow Battlefield whispered. In this realm, beyond itself, only one soul could master the Thousand-Eyed Sword Scripture.

Levi, the one who traded battle arts with it.

Through the tumult, a Black Armored figure radiating Level 10 splendor descended, crimson and golden rays piercing the drab Shadow World.

Dusk Palace Master, Ancestor of Warlocks, Extreme Knight, Levi!

Trailing him, four Level 10 giants grasping supreme artifacts and emanating Earth, Fire, Wind, and Water powers arrived like the "Four Heavenly Kings" sentinel at the South Heavenly Gate.

Worm Lord trailed discreetly behind, eyeing the monarchs and musing silently: "I never dreamed a time would come when I'd confront these ancient titans head-on."

Post-rescue halberd strike for Lady of Thunder, it flew back into Levi’s hold. Wherever his halberd aimed, it arced across myriad Nightmare Monarchs, unleashing a wordless battle fervor.

In that instant, endless declarations fused into a single cry!

Kill!