Chapter 747: Chapter 632: Flipping the Table (Part 2)

That is the core of the barrier, all the nodes of the outer barriers are connected to it via his spiritual power.

"Start shrinking." His voice reached everyone’s ears.

Thus, the barrier started to move.

The massive energy barrier with a radius of one hundred kilometers began to slowly shrink inward with the center of the town as its focal point.

To be honest, this method is like a fantasy to many low-level wizards.

After all, the biggest feature of a barrier is that it can form a sturdy wall, but its drawback is that its size is relatively fixed.

Yet the high-level wizards, relying on their knowledge, forcibly broke this "rule."

However, even high-level wizards dare not proceed too quickly in this process, as it requires extremely precise control.

The speed of the contraction cannot be too fast, or the energy barrier will become unstable; the contraction must be uniform, or it will create gaps.

Moreover, during this process, various substances that need to be expelled must be continuously filtered.

After all, if nothing is expelled outward, the air pressure alone would be enough to kill the people inside the town in the end.

As someone inside the barrier, Jeming could feel the change.

The energy density in the air was slowly rising, like the water level gradually increasing.

This is a natural phenomenon caused by the increased energy concentration per unit area due to the barrier’s contraction.

The salty finger showed no reaction.

At least from Jeming’s perception, the concept of "salty" still leisurely permeated the town’s air, unchanged by the barrier’s contraction.

It was like a fish lying at the bottom of the water, completely unaware of the disturbances above the surface.

But the graffiti anomaly was different.

When the barrier contracted to a fifty-kilometer radius, Jeming’s fate system detected the first trace of anomaly.

A causal line in the northeast corner of the town trembled slightly, as if someone had lightly plucked a string at the other end.

Jeming’s spiritual power immediately focused there.

It was the outer wall of an abandoned warehouse, where there were originally some blurred graffiti marks, now slowly changing.

New graffiti was emerging.

Jeming did not hesitate, his spiritual power condensed into a very fine blade, precisely cutting toward that wall.

He directly separated the wall material where the unfinished graffiti was forming from the building.

With a soft "click," the stone wall, along with the emerging graffiti, was neatly sliced off, flipped several times in the air, and then ground into powder by Jeming’s spiritual power.

The "medium" was destroyed, interrupting the graffiti anomaly’s attempt.

But that was just the beginning.

In the following time, the graffiti anomaly, sensing danger, began to test crazily.

It attempted to manifest new graffiti in every corner of the town, some on residential outer walls, some on the surface of stone roads, and even on the wooden floor of a resident’s home.

Each time, Jeming managed to erase it before the graffiti fully emerged.

His spiritual power covered the entire town, and with the fate system fully activated, his reaction speed surpassed what even a Sixth Level Wizard could catch up with.

He captured every anomalous causal fluctuation at the first moment, and erased every emergence of graffiti at the first instant.

The townspeople were not even aware of what was happening.

Some only heard a strange noise outside, opened the door to look, and found a piece missing from their outer wall.

But they didn’t pay much attention, thinking it came loose due to old age.

The barrier continued to contract.

The frequency of the graffiti anomaly’s tests suddenly decreased when the barrier shrank to a ten-kilometer radius.

However, Jeming could feel that it hadn’t given up but was instead amassing power.

The force being compressed into the increasingly smaller space was turning violent.

Unhesitatingly, Jeming reported the situation to the surrounding wizards.

"Continue to shrink." The voice of the warlock in the deep blue robe resonated in the mental channel, carrying a faint hint of delight, "It’s starting to panic. This shows we’re heading in the right direction."

Five kilometers, three kilometers, one kilometer...

When the barrier contracted to a radius of one kilometer, Jeming could clearly feel the town’s air becoming "viscous."

Wizards continuously expelled air outward, of course not physically viscous, but rather some conceptual layer of density increasing.

It was like the salt initially diluted in a large quantity of water, its concentration rising as the water continued to evaporate.

He closed his eyes, using spiritual power to feel the anomaly.

He distinctly sensed two different feelings.

One was very weak, like a candle flickering in the wind, shrinking together under the barrier’s pressure.

...That was the salty finger.

The other was very strong, occupying over ninety percent of the abnormal sense in the compressed area.

It was unlike the calm salty finger, instead constantly struggling, writhing, trying to find a breakthrough.

No doubt, that was the graffiti anomaly.

"Keep shrinking," Jeming said on the channel, "The salty finger is already compressed to a very small size. The graffiti is still resisting, but it can’t escape."

The barrier continued to contract.

When the barrier’s diameter shrank to fifty meters, a change occurred.

Above the fountain square, the air suddenly violently oscillated, as if something invisible was forcibly squeezed out.

Jeming opened his eyes.

In the center of the square, beside the fountain, a ghastly pale finger appeared out of thin air in midair.

It wasn’t inserted in any container, just hovering about a meter above the ground, with wet liquid slowly dripping from its fingernails.

The salty finger was the first to be unable to withstand the pressure, revealing itself.

Jeming touched his chin with intrigue, it seemed that this anomaly was not deeply fused with the law, requiring a certain extent of space to function.

Now, it no longer had enough rule space to hide itself.

The barrier’s compression and the law solidification domain of the eight wizards had squeezed the space it relied on to hide nearly to nonexistence.

The finger in the air trembled slightly, waves of curse spreading from it in all directions, its instinctual method of attack.

But the curse waves, once disseminated, were immediately blocked by the barrier’s inner wall, like they hit an invisible wall.

"The salty finger has manifested," reported Jeming in the channel, "It is emitting curse waves, but they are blocked by the barrier. There’s no effect on the townspeople."

"What about the graffiti?" the warlock in the deep blue robe inquired.

The moment the question ended, a chaotic array of colors erupted in the sky above the square.

The graffiti appeared.

But this time, the graffiti didn’t appear on walls or boards, but was suspended in the air.

The haphazard lines, unevenly smeared colors, child-like brush strokes, directly sketched out bizarre images in the void.

The images kept shifting.

One moment, it was a twisted human face, with misaligned features, eyes where the mouth should be, mouth on the forehead.

Another moment, it was a blotch of chaotic colors, like someone poured all the paints together and stirred them helter-skelter.

Sensing it could no longer stay hidden, the graffiti began to mimic the wizards’ forms.

Jeming saw their nine distorted figures appear in the air, their postures matching their positions on the square.

The graffiti attempted to replicate their appearance, then distort these replicas.

One graffiti figure’s arm extended, stretched long and thin like a noodle.

One graffiti figure’s head was flattened, turned into a pancake.

One graffiti figure’s body was twisted like a pretzel.

But these distortions had no effect on the real wizards.

At this moment, the eight Sixth Level Wizards were no longer restraining their power, with each one’s law solidification domain activated.

The graffiti anomaly’s attacks, upon contact with those domains, were nullified by the force on the law level, not even managing to stir a ripple.

Seeing its attack ineffective, the graffiti anomaly grew more frantic.

Realizing it couldn’t harm those high-tier wizards surrounding it in the air, it redirected all its attention to...

Jeming.

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