Chapter 339: Severely Injured

Helag had never faced a second-level wizard or higher, so he lacked a clear understanding of his current strength.

He wasn’t sure of his level.

But having killed a man claiming power rivaling a second-level wizard with one punch suggested he was at least a strong second-level wizard, possibly reaching third-level power.

However, beyond second-level wizards, power couldn’t be measured solely by strength.

The key difference between second and first-level wizards was their interaction with the power of rules.

Under rule power, physical strength held less advantage.

After all, no matter how strong you are, if you can’t hit your target, it’s meaningless.

Unless your strength is so overwhelming it breaks all rules.

Helag felt far from that level.

“Lack of relevant data; unable to assess specific strength,” Deep Blue reported after some calculation.

Helag pondered, “As expected, no assessment.”

He hadn’t fought strong wizards, so Deep Blue lacked data.

This matter would have to wait.

The surrounding sand settled, leaving a massive crater.

Helag looked skyward, using the Starry Meditation method to let Deep Blue record the star positions.

Stars serve as coordinates; with enough data, much can be analyzed.

But he’d visited the Abyssal Plane too few times, gathering little valuable information.

A breeze blew, and Helag scanned the area, finding no disturbances.

He’d fully concealed his aura, made no noise, and stayed put.

The creatures had fled in fear.

Helag considered himself lucky not to encounter powerful creatures.

Though strong, he was confident he could escape if needed.

But creatures’ challenges lay not just in strength but in their bizarre abilities, complicating matters.

For instance, the polluted zones outside the Land of Dawn were remnants of the Abyssal Plane’s influence.

The entire continent was polluted; encountering these things alone could be disastrous, death a relief.

Spatial ripples began, familiar to Helag.

He took a final look around, seeing no sign of the toad, likely far away.

The short duration contributed; the visit was ending soon.

As Helag prepared to revert his form, immense pressure engulfed him.

He groaned, blood trickling from his mouth.

The pressure threatened to crush him.

Helag realized it was the wizard plane’s world will rejecting him.

Different planes exert such pressure; the stronger you are, the more you’re suppressed entering another plane.

Helag’s form was too powerful, triggering intense suppression and rejection from the wizard plane.

He quickly reverted to human form.

The dark golden skin vanished, revealing his human skin.

Helag sighed in relief, the pressure lifting, his chest heaving as he gasped for air.

This was Helag’s first direct experience of world will’s suppression, an overwhelming force.

He’d thought his form was strong, but under world will’s pressure, he felt as fragile as an insect.

Helag realized if he hadn’t reverted, he’d have been crushed in seconds.

The scene shifted, and Helag returned to the road to King Street.

Night had fallen, with no one in sight.

Nearby houses were lit, and Helag’s keen hearing caught conversations and laughter.

Breathing the air, Helag knew he was back.

He touched his nose, finding it bleeding.

Raising his hand, he saw his arms’ skin cracked, blood seeping from the wounds.

He winced, realizing his injuries were worse than expected.

World will’s pressure was immense, unmatched by ordinary power.

Helag recalled why he faced such suppression.

He’d been in his bloodline-activated form as the space reached its end, returning him to the wizard plane.

It was like forcing an Abyssal Plane god’s form into the wizard plane, trying to squeeze through.

Naturally, the wizard plane’s world will exerted massive rejection and suppression, trying to crush the intruding “insect.”

Helag covered his nose and mouth, quickly heading home.

Grateful no one was around to notice his condition.

Entering the courtyard, Helag collapsed.

“Helag!” Reese, hearing the noise, opened the door and gasped at Helag’s bloody state, rushing to help him.

Helag, still conscious, managed, “Inside, activate the Night Fall.”

Pain coursed through him, feeling like a shattered glass figure, bleeding everywhere.

He couldn’t let anyone see him like this; it would raise questions he couldn’t answer.

Activating the Night Fall was crucial to prevent prying eyes.

Reese helped Helag inside, laying him on the bed, and quickly retrieved several first-level healing potions.

Applying them internally and externally, Helag’s bleeding slowly stopped.

After emergency treatment, Reese hurried to activate the Night Fall.

She knew Helag had faced something unspeakable; otherwise, he’d have contacted Pruis.

Reese, immersed in potion studies, knew how to treat injuries.