Within this perfect killing formation, Magis moved.
He was like a streak of black lightning—silent, yet carrying a terrifying momentum capable of cleaving mountains—as he swung his blade toward Lin En’s neck!
However, Lin En, the core target within the Magic Vacuum field, stood motionless.
There wasn’t a trace of panic on his face; instead, a cold, probing gleam flashed in his deep eyes.
In his extraordinary mental perception, the surrounding world appeared utterly different.
Severed?
No.
Vacuum?
Even less so.
His perception, as precise as an invisible spectrometer, sampled the environment within a thousandth of a second, instantly seeing through the true nature of this Magic Vacuum.
It wasn’t the disappearance of energy at all, but an overload of energy saturation!
Countless chaotic, high-frequency magical fluctuations—like billions of shrieking locusts—filled every inch of space.
They frenziedly washed over, covered, and disrupted the once-stable and orderly flow of natural elements, as if deafening industrial noise had suddenly drowned out a beautiful symphony.
The connection between a caster and the elements is built upon such orderly resonance.
When the noise becomes too overwhelming, naturally, they can no longer hear the elements’ response.
“So that’s it…”
Lin En’s lips curved into a faint, icy arc.
His mental power rapidly sampled and analyzed, swiftly classifying, stripping away, and purifying the billions of chaotic “noises.”
In less than a second, the result was crystal clear in his mind.
The so-called “Noise Field” that formed this Magic Vacuum was not made up of endless interference waves.
“Only sixteen interference waves?”
Upon grasping this, Lin En understood instantly.
At the core of the Magic Vacuum field were merely sixteen specific frequencies—foundational magical fluctuations—complexly resonating and superimposed to create what seemed like all-encompassing chaos.
Once the source was found, the problem became solvable.
From another world, the principles of physics emerged naturally—Wave Coherence and Cancellation.
All things are waves.
Whether light, sound, or the magic fluctuations of this world.
If it’s a wave, then a crest must be able to be perfectly canceled by a trough of the exact opposite phase.
Therefore, to break this seemingly unbreakable Magic Vacuum—
All one needed was to generate sixteen inverse waves of precisely opposing foundational frequencies.
Upon contact, crest meets trough, trough meets crest, perfect annihilation—mutual destruction.
Then, all noise would fall silent, and the forcibly suppressed magical elements would return to the stage.
At this thought, the curiosity in Lin En’s eyes faded, replaced by a god-like indifference of utter understanding.
He lifted his gaze to Magis—the war chief charging with the Obsidian Spellbreaker Blade and thunderous force.
In his eyes, the strongest strike of this Dark Elf warrior posed no threat.
Rather, it was a… perfect opportunity.
A chance to utterly shatter their millennia-old pride with overwhelming shock.
Elena, seeing Magis rushing at Lin En without caution, suddenly recalled the scene where her subordinate was severely wounded by Lin En’s mysterious defensive counterattack.
Her face changed dramatically, and she cried out:
“Chief, watch out for his defense—!”
Warning—too late.
CLANG!!!
Magis’s Obsidian Spellbreaker Blade slammed heavily against an invisible barrier!
The Honeycomb Bulwark received an immense physical blow, and the rebound mechanism instantly triggered!
With a thunderous, bone-shaking crash, Magis’s mountain-like figure was blasted away by a massive force!
He tumbled through the air, crashing to the ground and shattering the obsidian floor with web-like cracks.
His inhuman toughness spared him fatal injury, but as he rose, his face was etched with disbelief.
In the brief second he was blown away, Lin En had completed all the calculations.
Since it’s noise, then “white noise” can be used to counteract it.
Using his own mental power as a baseline, he instantly simulated and unleashed sixteen precisely counteracting interference frequencies—the perfect inverse of the Magic Vacuum.
It was like using reverse sound waves to erase noise.
VMMM—!
The suffocating Magic Vacuum field trembled violently, then shattered inch by inch like broken glass.
Elaine and Fiona instantly felt their shackles lift, their connection to elements and battle aura fully restored.
All the Dark Elves—including Elena herself—stared at Lin En in shock, unable to comprehend how he had broken a forbidden technique passed down for millennia.
“ROAR!”
Magis bellowed like a beast, fury over his dishonored pride driving him to charge again.
Lin En simply raised a hand.
“VMMM!”
Countless wind elements instantly coalesced into visible azure chains—Wind of Stagnation binding Magis firmly in place.
“Break!”
Magis roared, slashing the Obsidian Spellbreaker Blade.
He cleaved through the wind element chains—magical restraints—one after another with brute force!
But the moment he broke free, Lin En’s next spell was already complete.
A compressed sphere of Thermobaric Art, shining with white light, detonated precisely at his chest.
BOOM—!!
A second, more violent explosion hurled the unstoppable war chief even farther, slamming him into a distant rock wall like a cannonball.
“Chief!”
“Kill him!”
The Enders elites behind Magis, seeing this, roared and launched a collective assault.
Lin En didn’t even look back—his mental power surged.
In an instant, a wide area of Wind of Stagnation descended like the invisible hand of a god, pinning every charging elite to the ground.
No matter how they struggled, they couldn’t move; their muscles bulged, but the air’s shackles wouldn’t yield.
In a blink, the entire field was suppressed!
Lin En’s figure, ghost-like, appeared beside the struggling Magis.
He didn’t attack further, only slowly raised his hand.
In the next moment, twenty-four spheres of Thermobaric Art—radiating terrifying heat and crushing pressure—materialized out of thin air, orbiting Magis like satellites to form a deadly spherical cage.
Energy flowed between the spheres, sealing off all escape.
At Lin En’s thought, the war chief of the Dark Elves would be vaporized in an instant—obliterated by heat and pressure capable of melting steel.
Thermobaric Art Cage!
Magis had barely lifted himself when the searing heat—enough to char him in an instant—and the crushing, invisible force assaulted him.
The battle aura within him resisted with all its might, but it was like a firefly in a hurricane—flickering and frail.
He had never felt such pure, precise destructive power.
Instinctively, he gripped the Obsidian Spellbreaker Blade tighter, crimson eyes blazing with indignant fury—a final struggle.
“I advise you not to move.”
Lin En’s cold voice came from outside the cage, devoid of emotion.
“These twenty-four Thermobaric Arts form a stable, chained structure. They’re safe now, but even the slightest touch—your blade, your aura, or even… a sudden movement—will break the balance.”
He paused, explaining in a chilling tone:
“If even one detonates, the other twenty-three will chain-explode in 0.01 seconds. You won’t have time to react.”
Lin En’s gaze rested calmly on Magis, as if observing a specimen.
“By then, this war chief of the Dark Elves will be vaporized by temperatures that melt obsidian and pressures that crush mithril.”
“You… and the surrounding stone, will leave no trace.”
“Don’t doubt my calculations. It’s what I do best.”
Magis froze.
His hand, gripping the Obsidian Spellbreaker Blade, bulged with veins, but he dared not move another inch.
From Lin En’s unwavering eyes, he sensed absolute confidence—confidence in total control over his own creation.
This was no bluff, but a statement of fact.
He was trapped—not by brute force, but by a precision so absolute it inspired despair.
The whole field fell silent.
Lin En stood outside the Thermobaric Art cage, speaking coldly:
“The Dark Elves have borne the burden of imprisoning the Flesh Broodmother for over a thousand years. Now, the chance to annihilate it completely stands before you.”
He shifted, revealing the critical core:
“When you unleashed the large-scale Beast Tide to stop us, you must have observed my abilities through some means. Your methods are useless against me, but my power can truly threaten the Broodmother.”
The fury in Magis’s eyes gradually faded, replaced by violent inner conflict.
He recalled the destruction Lin En had wrought during the Beast Tide—seen through the surveillance crystals—an unstoppable force like a calamity.
His life’s vow was to end the Broodmother, but he had lacked the power.
Lin En’s arrival was truly an unprecedented variable—a breaker of stalemates.
Cooperation…?
As Magis hesitated, about to speak—
“No!”
A sharp, desperate scream rang out.
Elena—her face pale, yet her eyes unwavering.
She wasn’t looking at Lin En, but fixed on Magis, trapped in the cage.
“Magis, don’t be swayed!”
Her voice trembled with a plea.
“Have you forgotten? In the depths of that forbidden zone are our former kin! Our people! We guard it, awaiting the day of purification—not to invite an outsider to destroy them utterly!”
Magis slowly turned to Elena, his face twisted in a smile more bitter than tears—filled with endless fatigue and mockery.
“Kin?”
His voice was hoarse.
“Elena, get a grip!”
“A thousand years! A whole thousand years! Are you still dreaming of purification?”
His voice suddenly rose into an angry roar.
“There have long been no kin left! Only… only a Flesh Broodmother that knows nothing but devouring, polluting, and dragging us all into the abyss! She doesn’t even remember who she is!”
“But our duty is to guard! To isolate!”
Elena retorted.
“This was the decree left by the first High Priestess! To touch it will only let the corruption spread, bringing even greater disaster!”
“Duty? Guard?”
Magis looked around at the Enders warriors, faces twisted in the same agony.
He spoke heavily.
“We have guarded for a thousand years. And the result? Our land grows ever more tainted, our people devoured one by one, our race torn apart. We imprisoned the Flesh Broodmother—but have we not also been imprisoned?”
His gaze returned to Elena.
Word by word, as if every syllable cost a lifetime:
“Elena, we are… heading toward extinction. My struggle isn’t for power, but to put a period on this thousand years of suffering! Whether we survive or perish with it—it’s better than endless rot!”
“I…”
Elena opened her mouth, but found no words.
Every word Magis spoke struck her convictions like a hammer.
She knew better than anyone—the tribe’s decline was unrelenting.
So-called purification had become an illusory lie to maintain order.
Magis drew a deep breath, as if deciding at last.
He looked away from Elena, eyes burning with resolve as he faced Lin En outside the cage.
“Outsider,” he said gravely, “how certain are you?”
Elena wavered, her last resistance crumbling.
Her eyes brimmed with despair, and she managed only a weak, powerless warning—directed at Magis, or perhaps herself:
“To touch that taboo will bring… a disaster even greater than the Broodmother itself…”