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The fifth level.

East China Sea Altar.

The salty sea breeze rolled up tiny waves, hitting the altar wall built with green boulders. Before the splashed water droplets hit the ground, they were evaporated into mist by the ancient scent emitted by the altar.

This is not the native land of Wanlingyuan, but a secret trial realm built by the ancient witch clan using their innate witch power to tear apart space and draw water from the East China Sea. Every water molecule floating in the air is engraved with the mark of "the power of the sea god" - this is the only shortcut for the witch clan to break through from a mid-level witch to a high-level witch, and it is also the dead end where countless geniuses have failed.

The altar is a hundred feet high and is made up of dozens of blue boulders about a foot square. The surface of the boulders is covered with scratches of varying depths, which are the traces left by the disciples of the witch clan when they broke through over the past ten thousand years.

In the center of the circular platform at the top, a complex sacrificial witch pattern like a galaxy winds around, with long-blackened blood condensed in the grooves of the pattern. When you get close, you can smell the faint smell of blood mixed with the salty taste of sea water, exuding an atmosphere that is both sacred and murderous.

There are no guardrails around the platform. Looking out from the railing, you can see the boundless deep blue sea. The water is as still as a solidified gem. Only the occasional ripples reveal the tremendous power hidden underwater.

Mu Yu, Mu Xiaoxiao, Gui Jiangye and ten others sat around the edge of the witch pattern, their robes rustling in the sea breeze.

They are the top force of the younger generation of the Wu clan:

Gui Jiangye, the leader, was dressed in a dark outfit, with a calm golden magical power lingering around him. He had already reached the peak of the intermediate great wizard.

Feng Jingyan, who was standing beside him, was dressed in a green shirt. His features bore a striking resemblance to Feng Jingyu, though his temperament was more aloof. His wind-based magical power formed an invisible barrier around him, isolating the sea breeze from entering.

Wu Yefeng, standing opposite, was hidden in the shadows, his inky robes blending seamlessly with the shadow of the altar. Only his eyes occasionally flickered with a faint light, his shadowy magic power rising and falling like breathing.

Bai Luoluo was dressed in pure white, with a faint white light lingering on her fingertips. The warm breath of healing magic power quietly spread, soothing everyone's tense minds.

The others also had their own postures: Mu Yu and Mu Xiaoxiao, brother and sister, sat side by side, their fingertips touching, the magical power of the spiritual plants flowing between them, giving birth to a few strands of tenacious green grass on the altar;

Lin Yanyan hugged her knees with her hands, and a chill permeated her body, causing the air around her to turn white.

Feng Yuzheng, who was known for her lively nature, restrained her edge at this moment. She stayed close to her sister Feng Jingyan, and operated her wind-based magic power meticulously.

Hui Zhijia sat cross-legged, his hands pressed on the altar rock. The earth-based magic power resonated with the stone, and a faint earth-yellow glow emanated from his body.

Hui Mengmeng was playing with the lightning arcs jumping on her fingertips, and the crackling sound of the lightning magic power was particularly clear in the silence.

It was no luck that they were the first team to arrive at the East China Sea Altar.

After collecting the remaining spirits of the witches from the first three levels, the Mu Yu brothers and sisters used their spirit plants and witchcraft to create guiding flowers and plants;

In the fourth level, during the breakout from the Spirit Bone Tunnel, Gui Jiangye withstood three spiritual pressure attacks, while Wu Yefeng explored the way with shadow magic power. Every crisis was resolved with the tacit cooperation of the ten people.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on the witch pattern in the center of the altar, with both anticipation and solemnity in their eyes.

Bai Luoluo looked up at the sky. The waning moon was like a hook, and the cold moonlight sprinkled on the sea, creating a fine silver glow.

She withdrew her gaze and whispered, "In half an hour, the tide will be at its highest on the first day of the lunar month."

These words were like a stone dropped into still water, causing everyone's breathing to pause slightly.

The method to break through to become a high-level wizard has long been engraved in the wizard clan's bloodline: when the tide is at its highest, one needs to use the foundation of a mid-level wizard as a guide, sacrifice 30% of one's own wizard power to activate the wizard pattern on the altar, and draw the power of the sea god from the depths of the East China Sea to temper the wizard core.

But behind the word "sacrifice" is a life-and-death danger - the power of the sea god is violent and difficult to tame, and the witch core will be torn apart by the power if you are not careful; not to mention the soul-devouring fog lurking around the altar. The black fog can penetrate the witch power barrier and silently gnaw at the witch soul. Countless witch clan members have become mindless walking corpses here.

Gui Jiangye abruptly stood up, his dark robes fluttering in the wind. He swept his gaze over the crowd and spoke in a deep voice, "When the tide arrives, everyone must fully mobilize their magical power, strictly following the magical veins. The slightest deviation could trigger the backlash of the Sea God's power. With Huixuan away, Luoluo, the burden of healing and purification rests entirely on you. If anyone is affected by the Soul-Devouring Mist, act immediately, without worrying about the cost."

"I understand." Bai Luoluo nodded, and the white light around her became more and more intense. A white witch seal condensed on her fingertips. It was a purification witch seal that she had spent three years of hard work to condense. It could offset the erosion of the soul-devouring fog to the greatest extent.

Feng Jingyan also stood up and looked at the calm sea in the distance. He added, "The power of the Sea God varies from person to person. Spiritual plant wizards may feel vitality, while ice wizards may encounter a cold shock. No matter what you feel, you must maintain your original heart and must not let external forces pull your wizard soul away."

She paused, looked at Feng Yuzheng beside her, and softened her tone, "Yuzheng, follow me closely. Although your wind magic power is agile, your foundation is not as solid as mine."

Feng Yuzheng stuck out her tongue and nodded obediently: "I know, sister, I will definitely not make trouble."

Everyone stopped talking, sat cross-legged, and placed their hands on the witch pattern on the altar.

The touch of the cold rock passed through the palm of his hand, and the witch pattern seemed to come alive and began to absorb everyone's witch power.

The witch power of the intermediate wizard is like a rushing river, flowing violently along the veins. The originally dim witch pattern gradually lights up, first as a faint spot of light, then connected into lines, and finally the entire witch pattern glows with a light golden light, like a sleeping dragon slowly waking up.

As time went by, the sea surface gradually changed.

At first it was just tiny ripples, but soon it turned into rolling waves. The waves grew higher and higher, from a few feet to several feet, and slammed hard on the bottom of the altar, making a loud "boom" sound, shaking the altar slightly.

The moisture in the air became thicker and thicker, and the salty smell penetrated into the nostrils, making breathing heavy.

At this moment, a faint black mist diffused out from the cracks in the stone at the bottom of the altar and spread quietly like a spider web.

The fog was silent, but it carried a biting chill. Wherever it passed, the grass on the altar withered instantly.

"The soul-devouring fog has appeared, use your magic power to resist it!" Gui Jiangye shouted loudly, and the golden magic power in his body surged, forming a translucent barrier around him like a substance, blocking the incoming soul-devouring fog three feet away.

Ancient witch patterns flowed on the barrier, which was the "Golden Shield" inherited by the witch clan, and it had extremely strong defensive power.

Everyone responded immediately.

Mu Yu and Mu Xiaoxiao simultaneously formed hand seals and chanted a spell. The magical power of the spiritual plants flowed through their palms and poured into the altar. Countless emerald green vines grew wildly from the cracks in the magic patterns, interweaving into a huge light curtain that enveloped the two of them and the nearby Hui Zhijia. The hairs on the vines continuously absorbed the soul-devouring mist, and in the blink of an eye, they turned black and withered.

Lin Yanyan snorted coldly, and the coldness around her suddenly intensified. Her ice magic power instantly condensed into an ice wall half a person's height. The surface of the ice wall was covered with fine ice spikes. As soon as the soul-devouring mist touched the ice wall, it was frozen into black ice crystals and shattered to the ground.

Feng Jingyan and Feng Yuzheng activated their wind-based magical powers at the same time. Two cyclones rose up around them, like small tornadoes, breaking up and blowing away the approaching soul-devouring fog. Green wind blades were mixed in with it, cutting off several wisps of fog that tried to bypass the cyclones.

Wu Yefeng's response was the most bizarre. Ink-colored shadowy magic power surged from his body, covering his entire body like a cloak. As soon as the soul-devouring mist touched the shadow, it disappeared like a drop in the ocean, as if it had been completely devoured by the shadow.

Hui Zhijia placed his hands on the altar, and his earth magic spread along the rocks, building a thick earth wall around him. The surface of the earth wall was covered with protruding stone spikes, isolating the soul-devouring fog from outside.

Hui Mengmeng flicked her fingertips, and several arcs of lightning shot towards the soul-devouring fog on the ground. With a "crackling" sound, the black fog was hit by the lightning arcs and dissipated instantly, leaving behind a faint burnt smell.

Bai Luoluo remained awake the entire time, her white hands constantly forming seals, and the pale white purifying magic power fell like drizzle, landing on the barrier of the crowd, making the light curtain, ice wall, and cyclone all glow with a layer of bright white halo. As soon as the soul-devouring fog touched this halo, it melted like ice and snow encountering a raging fire.

Her eyes moved between the ten people, always alert for any signs of being eroded by the soul-devouring fog.

As time passed, the soul-devouring fog became thicker and thicker, from light black smoke to thick black fog, constantly impacting everyone's barrier like a tide.

The Muyu siblings had already changed their vines three times, and the emerald green light curtain gradually dimmed;

The surface of Lin Yanyan's ice wall was covered with black ice crystals, and the coldness was also weakened a bit;

The soul-devouring fog had corroded countless small holes in the gray earth wall, and the khaki halo was crumbling.

Just when everyone was gradually feeling exhausted, an earth-shaking sound suddenly came from the sea.

The originally rolling waves subsided in an instant, and then a water wall dozens of feet high suddenly rose from below the sea level, like a dormant giant beast finally awakening, rushing towards the altar with the momentum of destroying the world.

On the water wall, countless water droplets reflected the moonlight, as if inlaid with billions of diamonds, dazzling but deadly.

At the same time, a huge full moon slowly rose from the sea level. It was more than three times larger than an ordinary full moon. The silver light poured down like a waterfall, precisely covering the entire altar.

The sacrificial witch pattern in the center of the altar suddenly burst into dazzling golden light under the moonlight, and the originally winding veins seemed to come alive and began to wriggle violently.

"The tide is at its highest! Inject the magic power!" Gui Jiangye's roar pierced through the roar of the waves. Without the slightest hesitation, the golden magic power in his body rushed madly into the magic pattern along his palm like a flood that broke through a dam.

The loss of 30% of his magic power made his face pale instantly, and his steps staggered, but he gritted his teeth and pressed his hands on the magic pattern without letting go - this was the only chance to break through, and he could not afford any hesitation.

Others followed.

Feng Jingyan took a deep breath, and her wind-type magical power transformed into a green torrent and poured into the magical pattern. The cyclone around her dissipated instantly, and the soul-devouring fog took the opportunity to surge forward, but was blocked by the second barrier she had prepared in advance.

Wu Yefeng's shadow magic power melted into the magic pattern like ink, causing the golden veins to glow faintly;

Bai Luoluo injected 30% of her own magic power into the magic, and at the same time separated some of the purifying magic power to protect her body. Her white face flushed due to the consumption of power.

Feng Yuzheng gritted her teeth and injected all the wind-type magic power in her body into the magic pattern.

Although her cultivation had reached the intermediate level of a great wizard, her foundation was still weaker than her sister's. The moment 30% of her wizard power disappeared, she felt dizzy, and the wind barrier around her shook violently, like a candle in the wind.

"Om-"

After the altar absorbed 30% of the magic power of ten people, the golden light surged to the extreme, and the entire altar became transparent, so that the energy veins flowing inside could be clearly seen.

The next second, an unimaginable force poured down from the witch pattern. The force carried the saltiness of sea water and the majesty of ancient times. It was like countless steel needles, piercing into everyone's limbs and bones, and finally gathered at the location of the witch core.

"Uh-"

Severe pain swept through the body like a tide, and everyone couldn't help but groan.

The power of the sea god was far more violent than the legend said. It crashed into the wizard core, as if it wanted to crush the core that supported the operation of the wizard power.

Veins bulged on Gui Jiangye's forehead, and golden magic power circulated wildly in his body, trying to wrap up the power of the sea god, but it was like hitting a rock with an egg, and was torn apart as soon as it came into contact.

Feng Yuzheng was the first to be hit.

Her witch core was already trembling due to its weak foundation, and under the impact of the power of the sea god, fine cracks appeared.

The wind barrier around her completely shattered, and the thick soul-devouring fog pounced on her like a shark smelling blood, and penetrated into her body through her seven orifices.

"Yu Zheng!" Feng Jingyan caught a glimpse of his sister's strange behavior from the corner of his eye, and his face suddenly changed. He wanted to reach out to pull her, but was bounced back by an invisible force - the barrier formed by the power of the sea god separated the ten people, and no one could get close to each other at this moment.

Feng Yuzheng's eyes instantly became empty, a strange smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and wind blades began to condense at her fingertips, not aimed at the soul-devouring fog, but stabbed towards her own chest.

"Not good!" Bai Luluo's heart sank suddenly. She could clearly feel that Feng Yuzheng's witch soul was being devoured by the soul-devouring fog, and her mind was about to collapse.

Without hesitation, she condensed her remaining purifying magic power into a beam of light and shot it towards Feng Yuzheng. The bright white beam of light penetrated the cracks in the barrier and accurately struck Feng Yuzheng between the eyebrows. The purifying power instantly spread, forcing most of the soul-devouring fog out of her body.

Feng Yuzheng's whole body trembled, and her empty eyes regained some clarity. She bit her tongue tightly, the severe pain kept her awake, and she hurriedly used the remaining magic power to strengthen the magic core.

But at this moment, the soul-devouring fog at the bottom of the altar suddenly surged wildly, and the originally scattered black fog seemed to be pulled by an invisible hand, and instantly gathered into a huge black vortex.

A sharp scream came from the center of the vortex, and a cold aura ten times stronger than before spread out.

As the black vortex spun violently, it generated a powerful suction force, which shattered everyone's magic barrier.