Chapter 144: Public Enemy Number One

“Honestly speaking, a Tier 7 Fire Mage possessing a Tier 10 Black Fire—hmm….” A mage that’d been silent spoke for the first time.

Another mage nodded. “You have a point. It seems too out of place.”

“I will say it once again,” Gandulf cut in, his tone cold—he was displeased that his peers were suspicious of his disciple. “No ordinary mage could have become the one for our breakthrough. If you have a problem with that, I invite you to use any of your little tricks to investigate the truth. But mind you, my disciple is not only full of secrets, but he also holds his grudges. I will surely give him some pointers should the three of you be plotting anything against him.”

“What in the world are you saying, Gandulf? We are barely mentioning how incredibly monstrous your disciple is. We have no ill intentions,” a mage explained.

“He is right. The purpose of our visit is because we are worried about Lin Ming’s well-being. Our only aim is to protect him—there is no way we are conspiring against him!”

“We are not in the place to discover the secret Lin Ming bears.”

Though the Sage Tier Mages came with a purpose concerning their breakthrough, there would never be malevolence—Lin Ming was their only hope, after all. At this point, they wouldn’t do anything harsh.

“Great.” Gandulf nodded—it was a good decision that he’d warned them prior.

In the Underworld, a Sage Tier expert stood up, his face full of disbelief. “That item that mage held was one of our relics!”

“Indeed. It was the Wheels of Wrath!”

Every warrior in the Underworld had taken heed of the battle. When Lin Ming slew one of their Tier 10, all eyes locked on him. Next, they noticed the Wheels of Wrath he used—the relic that once belonged to them.

“Since that man snatched our relic away, we lost track of where it went. And now, it appeared in the hands of a Tier 7 Mage,” said the Sage Tier expert with his brows knitted together.

“We shouldn’t underestimate him. That man is a Dual-element Mage possessing Tier 9 Dark Magic!” a fellow mage reminded.

“Even if that’s the case, he shouldn’t be able to kill our Tier 10 Berserker in one hit, right?” the expert blurted.

A researcher jumped in. “It was because the mage cast a Tier 10 Black Fire!”

“Wait, a Tier 7 Mage with a Tier 10 Black Fire? What a freak.” The Underworld Sage Tier had the same speculations as that from the other side.

The Sage Tier sitting in the middle of the room spoke, “I have a new assignment for all of you. Anyone who’d slaughter the freakshow would become General, and if anyone could bring him back alive would receive a promotion to Marshal!”

“Yes, sir!”

As the task passed down, Lin Ming’s poster spread among the Underworld. Everyone was in it for the war, and everyone was a soldier. It was their dream, a giant leap to become a marshal. It would turn the tables, becoming a player instead of being a chess piece. Even as a general, they’d be able to command thousands of warriors on the warzone, getting their hands on the resources required for their speedy growth instead of serving as cannon fodder.

Lin Ming wouldn’t know what had happened in the Underworld, but he could guess once he took matters to his own hands, he’d become the center of the attention. Instantly killing a Tier 10—he was a massive threat to the Underworld.

Then finally came the stop for the current wave on the battlefield. All soldiers would get their rest, and Lin Ming, too, had felt worn out. He redirected the flow of his energy and blood to regain his stamina.

Just then, Bloodseeker appeared next to Lin Ming. “Master!”

“What is it?”

“I could convert all the energy and blood existing on the battlefield, and you could consume all of them.”

“Sure.” Lin Ming nodded. He couldn’t resist what the resource would bring to him. While his physical body remained in forging, taking in more energy and blood would strengthen his physique into as tough as steel. The warzone was the best place to grow his power.

“Okay!” Bloodseeker drew in the energy and blood hovering midair into the Wheels of Wrath for the transformation.

When Lin Ming sat in an inconspicuous corner, he absorbed the energy swiftly. A green lotus emerged, enframing him as it purified the evil aura.

The energy had been around for long—though no one had noticed it—accumulated from the mass slaughtering all day and night. It had even exceeded that of the Sea of Blood, for the magical beasts surrounding it was low-leveled.. But it was different on the field—there were more than enough Tier 10, and within the interval, its energy piled up into more than anyone could ever imagine.