"Not worth mentioning..." Francis's mouth twitched slightly, feeling a bit uneasy.

Though he was reluctant to admit it, he knew in his heart that compared to Lor's outrageous witchcraft traits, witchcraft power indeed wasn't much.

With a quiet sigh, he suppressed his jumbled thoughts and began to carefully observe the pitch-black space around him.

"It doesn't seem any different from before." After observing for a while and unable to notice any differences, Francis looked at Lor in confusion.

"Then try leaving this space," Lor said, his smile growing wider.

"Alright." Francis nodded and turned, flying eastward.

A minute...

Ten minutes...

After flying for a full half hour, Francis turned his head and saw Lor still beside him, falling silent.

In those thirty minutes, he had tried flying in any direction, but no matter how long he flew, whenever he turned his head, he always saw Lor right beside him.

More importantly, he could confirm that Lor hadn't moved an inch the entire time.

It was truly strange.

"Speaker Francis, how do you feel?" Seeing that Francis no longer intended to try, Lor asked immediately.

"This space must have been disturbed by you, right?"

Francis pondered for a moment and then said, "It's indeed remarkable. Even when I spread my senses, I can't find the right direction."

"If I'm not mistaken, you shouldn't actually be beside me right now, but rather somewhere quite distant."

"What I'm seeing is just a projection created by your space reflection."

"Is this the trump card you've prepared for Silver Wolf?"

"As expected of Speaker Francis," Lor praised, "In just half an hour, you've managed to figure out my newly developed trait completely. What do you think of my trump card?"

"There is one question." With a serious expression, Francis glanced around the dark void and asked, "How much attack can the space you've created withstand? Can Silver Wolf break through it?"

His question went straight to the core. If this space can be easily broken by Silver Wolf, then no matter how confusing it is, it would be meaningless.

"Attacks that do not reach the Seventh Ring threshold cannot shatter this space."

Lor answered, "As long as Silver Wolf doesn't use its trump card, it can't shake this space. After all, it only follows the Faith System. It would be considered strong if it could unleash a 6.9 Ring attack with its own power."

"And once it uses its trump card, I can just evade a bit."

He did not mention another possibility, which is to further reinforce the Void Realm Witchcraft, letting the space's sturdiness reach the 7.0 Ring level.

Though with one Fifth-Ring Sorcery Position, four Fourth-Ring Sorcery Positions put in play, and carefully selected Space Runes that align as much as possible, it's somewhat possible to achieve this step.

But the price would be the risk of abandoning the Time Sorcery System.

Those Third-Ring and below Sorcery Positions compared to the current vast Fifth-Ring Space Origin Container bring insufficient changes.

He didn't have full confidence to alter the nature of the Origin Container relying on them, after careful consideration, he decided to abandon this tempting idea.

Because the Void Realm Control Skill's unexpected trait interaction, with his current witchcraft setup, he had a 98% confidence he could keep Silver Wolf in the Wizard Plane Group.

The remaining 1% could be Silver Wolf escaping, 1% Silver Wolf counter-attacks, as unexpected events can always occur.

Exchanging a 2% risk for a more promising future is undoubtedly risky, but he also doesn't lack the determination to take risks.

When living in this world, one must strive when it's time to strive, don't you think?

"Seventh Ring threshold..." Francis remained silent, the seriousness on his face vanished completely.

With things as they were, what more did he have to worry about?

Thus, this experiment was successfully concluded.

Neither Francis nor Lor suggested the idea of conducting a practical battle because it was pointless. Neither of them could do anything to each other.

After sending Francis back to Francis City, Lor returned to his Wizard Tower, beginning the refinement of his spatial domain.

Currently, his spatial domain was bumpy, almost ugly, which he was too embarrassed to display in front of Francis.

Fortunately, in the foreseeable future, aside from the brief period after the player's arrival, there was nothing else to do, using the time to perfect the domain suited best.

As for engraving the Wizard Plane space, preparing for plane shift...

He couldn't muster interest for that now; he'd wait until the domain was refined to perfection.

...

Wizard Calendar 2511, March 6.

Players descended into the Wizard Plane for the seventh time.

The Seventh Layer of the Abyss, Wizard City Thirty-One.

Powered by a large Fourth-Ring Energy Furnace, the sun hanging high above was exceptionally bright, yet held no warmth.

It only bathed the area with an orange glow, dispersing all Abyssal Energy, centered around Wizard City Thirty-One.

In the East of the city, where mortals and wizards lived together, in a delicate pink castle's top bedroom, Xiao Qiu Loves Eating Fish and Pastoral Song suddenly appeared.

"The server's finally open. Without this game for half a month, I was bored to death." Xiao Qiu Loves Eating Fish took a deep breath, said with a face full of enjoyment.

Compared to the frail body in reality, the body in the game made her feel much more comfortable.

Even though this body followed the path of an Elemental Mage, its constitution was still tens of thousands of times stronger than in reality.

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