Chapter 177: Ghost Tide

The originally gloomy, depressing, tortuous and winding maze was plowed out by Wright from the entrance into a straight path leading to the center of the maze.

Just as Wright was happily doing the demolition work, a humanoid creature, with its entire body tightly strangled by tree branches, suddenly appeared.

With swift limbs it came straight for him, but Light, with his quick reflexes, didn't let it catch him, and blasted it away with just a flick of his wand.

"Oh!"

The creature that was smashed to the ground was still struggling to get up and continued to rush towards Wright.

Just as Wright raised his wand and aimed it at it, countless identical creatures struggled out from the surrounding bush walls.

There were bursts of roars and rushes towards him, watching more and more strange creatures coming towards him.

Wright did not underestimate the enemy, and started with "God of War", cutting off all their moving legs.

"Thump, thump..." The creature that had lost its legs struggled on the ground and crawled towards him.

"The fire is blazing!" A fierce flame burst out from Light's wand.

The creature lying on the ground in front of it, which was still trying to get closer, was completely ignited, just like burning wet firewood.

Pitch-black smoke continued to rise from it, and the straight smoke columns were like wolf smoke, condensing and not dispersing.

Like a signal to start a war, many similar monsters appeared behind Wright and surrounded him.

Just as he was about to turn around, the creature in front of him that was burned by flames seemed to begin struggling to crawl towards him again.

"Encirclement? That's perfect, the God of Fire will lead the way!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Light drew a circle of fire on the ground with his wand.

A huge amount of magic power was injected into it, and the flames in the fire circle rose up, turning into a huge vortex of fire supported by Wright.

The huge attraction of the vortex instantly swallowed all the creatures into the vortex, and the dull roar turned into the sound of countless firewood burning.

After burning all the attacking creatures, the circle of fire had expanded to ten meters.

Seeing this, Wright bent his waist slightly, and swung the magic wand that was holding the God of Fire to clear the way back with force.

"Boom!"

A vortex of high-temperature flames transformed into a giant whip.

The heavily obstructed maze walls were blasted open to create a passage dozens of meters away.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Wright smiled as he looked at his masterpiece.

It seemed that because of his arrogant actions, the countless wailing souls in the air seemed to have heard the order.

They gathered together in the air, like a huge dark lake, constantly rising and falling, and their gathered wails spread throughout the entire maze.

The evil spirits gathered in the air and rushed towards their target like a rainstorm.

Crazy desire to devour him, satisfy his hunger, and make him one of his own.

Stopping calmly on the road blasted open by magic, Wright showed no panic at all in the face of the attack.

His pupils flashed white, and the silver light protecting him also turned white, surging with magic power to support Wright.

After getting support, he raised his wand and aimed it at the madly influx of ghosts and wraiths and began to accumulate power.

The magic power of the robe, wand, and Light was constantly being stimulated, and the light rising from their bodies was like flames.

"Enchant, divine fire! Mass launch - divine sword without shadow!" The passionate shouts echoed throughout the maze.

Endless pure white light poured out from the magic wand, like a light cannon, blasting towards the incoming tide of evil spirits.

The pure white beam of light and the black tide of madly wailing ghosts and evil spirits, the two collided at the moment.

The horrific storm that erupted blew away all the bushes several meters high near the center of the hedge in the maze.

The vanguard of the black ghost tide was annihilated silently like snowflakes encountering flames.

But with the continuous replenishment of the ghost tide, even the white light column with restraining attributes was gradually pushed back.

As the two continued to wrestle, Light waved the wand in his hand, and pure white light suddenly spread out.

It scattered around and turned into a huge white cage. In an instant, the area where he was was instantly covered by white light.

After the swarming ghosts lost their obstruction, they all wailed madly, "Blac!" as if to vent their anger!

But they didn't notice that the light from the surrounding area, so subtle that it was imperceptible, was constantly seeping into their bodies.

They all wanted to devour the flesh and blood of the living, so they ignored the gradually brightening white light on their bodies.

Facing the terrifying ghost tide, Wright simply put down his wand and murmured, "It's over! Evil ghosts."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ghost tide rushing in the front let out an even sharper wail.

Countless white lights burst out from their bodies.

The white light that was ejected was like a sharp blade, which not only chopped the host body into pieces, but also cut the evil spirits around it into pieces.

The chopped body turned into white flames and rushed towards the surrounding light curtain, continuing to strengthen the effect of this magic.

Countless evil spirits swarmed in like moths to a flame. At the same time, countless wails of relief echoed throughout the entire maze.

It was unknown how much time had passed, but the wailing sound in Wright's ears had completely disappeared.

At this moment, there was a vast expanse of white in front of his eyes, as if he had left the maze and arrived in a pure white space.

Looking at everything in front of him, Wright was thinking:

"These souls who died here have been screaming the word 'darkness' or 'pale'. What do they mean by that?"

While waiting for the ghost tide to be chopped up, he kept thinking about this question.

He knew clearly that as long as he found the answer to this question, the owner of the maze would be clear.

However, even after thinking about it for so long, Wright still didn't think of the core meaning of this word.

With a sigh, I could only give up on the answer to the question and no longer look for the answer in this word.

After all, the owner of the maze is probably at the end, and we just need to kill him.

All the problems were solved. As for the origin of the maze, who cares! I am not an archaeologist.

After thinking it over, Light waved his wand and fluttered his robe at the same time, recovering all the white magical light around him.

After the order was given, a powerful suction force surged out of the robe, storing the surrounding light and converting it into magic power.

And this spiritual weapon did not disappoint Wright's expectations. Its huge attraction continued to expand until it encompassed the entire light shield.

The robe itself was like an endless abyss, swallowing all the rays of light that rushed towards it.

Because it was swallowing too quickly, it even caused a huge storm in this empty and strange maze.

After the noise in the maze died down, Wright looked at the surrounding area which looked like a ruin and said sarcastically:

"Without the surround sound of ghosts and wraiths, it's so quiet here!"

At this moment, the robe he was wearing became even more gorgeous and sacred, and the magic power stored in it reached one tenth of the magic power of the philosopher's stone.

Thanks to the enhancement of magic power, the light surrounding Wright's body is as heavy and solemn as a castle.